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So...does Jackson want to be a big brother? Read and find out. And please review!

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Morgan woke up to find that Jackson had crawled into bed between her and Greg. She smiled as she looked at the little boy who was so much like his father. Morgan ran her hand through Jackson's hair and the little boy stirred awake.

"Hi, mama," he said in a sleepy voice.

"Hey, sweetie. You have a bad dream?"

Jackson nodded. "I wanted to sleep in here."

Morgan sleepily sighed. "Okay, pumpkin. I think your daddy's out cold." She smiled as she gestured towards the sleeping Greg. Jackson looked at his sleeping father and smiled, putting a finger up to his lips to say 'shush'. Morgan smiled. She wanted to get out of bed without disturbing Greg and let Jackson get back to sleep, but as soon as she began to stand up, a wave of nausea hit and she ran for the bathroom.

Jackson pulled himself up as he looked at Morgan, who barely shut the door before she began throwing up in the toilet. Jackson crawled over and shook Greg's shoulders. "Daddy, wake up."

Greg groaned as he felt his son shaking his shoulder. "Mmm...what?" He blinked open his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see Jackson looking concerned. "What's the matter, Jacks? You okay?"

Jackson shook his head. "Mama's sick."

Greg winced when he heard the bathroom toilet flush. He looked at Jackson, who wondered what was wrong with his mother. "Oh, don't worry," Greg reassured Jackson. "Mama's okay. She doesn't feel too good, but she'll be okay."

"Really?" Jackson asked. All he knew was Morgan was sick.

Pulling his son up to him for a hug, Greg smiled at how his son was so concerned. "I promise," Greg said as he kissed the top of Jackson's head.

Morgan emerged from the bathroom and found her husband cradling their son in a hug. Jackson looked over at Morgan. "Mama okay?"

Smiling, Morgan said, "Yes, sweetie, Mama's okay."

Greg swung his legs around the side of the bed and pulled Jackson out of bed. "Come on, Jacks. Let's get some breakfast."

At the mention of breakfast, Morgan's stomach turned. She turned and headed back into the bathroom as another bout of nausea began.

After several minutes, Morgan joined Jackson and Greg at the breakfast table. Jackson walked up to her, holding a half-full glass of water. "Mama, you need some water?"

Morgan smiled down at her son. "Yes, I do. Thank you so much." She gratefully took a long sip of water.

Greg came in and set a plate of pancakes in front of Jackson. As he began to cut them up so Jackson could eat them, he turned to Morgan. "Think you can keep anything down?"

Shaking her head and setting down the glass, she replied, "Something light. I don't think I can handle pancakes right now."

Jackson took a bite of his food. "But dey daddy's banana pancakes."

Morgan smiled thoughtfully at the little boy. "They good?" He nodded and smiled. "Well, you get to enjoy them for me, okay?" Jackson nodded and took another bite of his breakfast.

Greg sat down opposite Jackson at the table. Leaning over to Morgan, he whispered, "Did you take it?"

Morgan nodded. Before they picked up Jackson yesterday, they stopped by the pharmacy and picked up a home pregnancy test. They loved their son, and were anxious to find out whether or not he was going to be a big brother. "I took it after you guys left the bedroom...after I stopped puking." Greg winced and put a supportive arm around his wife. Morgan glanced at her cell phone. "I set the alarm on my phone for when I'm supposed to check it. I've got about five minutes left."

Jackson looked up and watched his mom and dad talk to each other. "Whatcha doing?" he asked with his mouth half-full of pancakes.

His parents shared a look, and knew they'd better be honest with their son. "Jacks," Greg began, "What would you say if we had a baby?"

Jackson just stared at his dad. "I'm not a baby."

Greg smiled at his son, who was growing like a weed. "I know you're not a baby, Jacks. I mean...your mama and me...might have a baby."

Jackson's eyes widened. "Really?"

Morgan smiled and hoped Jackson was taking it well. "Yeah, you'd be a big brother."

A wide smile spread on Jackson's face. "Yeah!"

Morgan and Greg smiled and laughed in relief. "So, you'd be happy?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah!" Jackson replied.

Just then, Morgan's cell phone alarm went off. She and Greg shared a glance, as Jackson set his fork down on his plate. "Can we watch Dora?" Jackson asked as he headed toward the couch.

Greg scooped up Jackson. "Let's see what mama's got, then we can watch Dora, okay?"

Morgan headed to the bathroom to look at the test. Greg wiped Jackson's hands with a cloth and they waited in the master bedroom. Jackson fidgeted as Greg waited for Morgan to tell him what the test said.

Greg looked up to see his wife walking out of the bathroom, carrying the pregnancy test in her hand and looking down at it. He couldn't tell what she was thinking as she looked at the little stick that would tell them if they were going to be parents. Greg and Jackson looked as Morgan stopped halfway to the bed and looked up from the test.

She looked at Greg, and a smile crossed her face.

TBC…