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**Gwen's POV**

I woke up completely exhausted. I looked around the room, the sun was shining through the cracks in the shades dimly lighting the room. It took me a moment to realized exactly where I was. I looked up to see Duncan, arms wrapped around me, lips buried in my hair, fast asleep. I yawned a little and that was enough for him to open his eyes. He smiled.

"Sleep well Sunshine?" I blushed a little, I always seemed to when he called that. Despite the act I could still see small bags under his eyes, and they were a little blood-shot.

"Duncan how late did you stay up last night?"

"I really don't know. All I know is that you fell asleep in my arms and I carried you in here. Then I just watched you, like,.....I don't know, like I was going to loose you if I didn't keep watch over you." My eyes widened a little. I never expected him to do something like that, it made me feel all warm and loved. I leaned up and kissed him.

"I love you." He leaned down to kiss me once more and again and again. Soon he'd worked his way on top of me, and so it continued......

** Two Weeks Later**

I was lying on the couch with a cool rag on my head. I had the worst damn headache I'd ever had. I couldn't ignore the nausea in the pit of my stomach. Honestly, I felt like hell. Duncan came in with a glass of ice water. He handed me the glass and I downed it in seconds.

"Gwen you really should go to a doctor, you've been sick for about four days, and you know damn well I can't stand to see you suffer like this."

"No really Duncan I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes at me.

"God you're stubborn."

"Whatever. I'm hungry, can you run and get me a burger with ketchup, onions, and pickles?" He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"But you HATE pickles, AND onions."

"So? I'm starving and there's almost nothing else left to eat. Now get me a damn burger!" He got up from the couch and chuckled a little bit.

"Okay Miss Pole-in-your-butt."

"Bite me Dunky." He laughed as he went out the door. I rolled my eyes. I felt my nausea coming back to me. Then I couldn't hold it. I sprinted towards the bathroom and puked up my most recent meal. Twice. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. The feeling of nausea stayed in my stomach even though I had nothing to throw back up left in it. I walked over to the sink and washed the disgusting taste out of my mouth. Another reason I hated to vomit; the terrible taste lingered in your mouth no matter how much you tried rinsing it out.

I went back towards the kitchen to see if we had anything for my head. Passing the cabinet I caught a glance at the calender. Duncan had marked off every day up till now. I gasped. I started counting back the days, I was late. My hand dropped instintively to my stomach. I was close to hyperventilating. Thoughts started buzzing around in my head.

Am I? Really? Are me and Duncan gonna be able to handle this? I never pictured myself like this! Oh Shit Duncan! How am I gonna tell him if it is true? What would he say? Can I really do this?

I rushed back into the bathroom. Finally I found a test. The minutes ticked by for what seemed like an eternity. Then my cell phone finally beeped letting me know the three minutes were up. I picked it up and read the sign, just before I passed out.

**Duncan's POV**

Man, Gwen's been acting really wierd lately. She's been sick, sleeping in, eating things she usually doesn't even like, what the hell? Then she won't even let me take her to the doctor, she's so stubborn, but man do I love the woman. I hate seeing her suffer like this.

I had Gwen's food in the passenger seat. It didn't take me more than 15 minutes to get back to the beach house. I walked in the front door to find it real quiet. It was almost creepy. Gwen was no where in sight.

"Gwen? Where are you?" I called out a few more times, no answer.

"Gwen?" Still no answer. I walked down the hall and saw that the bathroom light was on. I walked in.

"OH MY GOD! GWEN!" She was lying unconcious on the bathroom floor. I grabbed her wrist, she still had a pulse.

"Gwen! Gwen are you alright?" It was no use she was out cold. I had to take her to the doctor. On the floor something caught my eye. It was right next to Gwen's hand. I picked it up. It was a pregnancy test,...........and it was positive.

CLIFFHANGER! OMG GWEN'S PREGNANT! IS SHE REALLY?

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