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They'd been married for less than four months, and even after the topic of children had come up at a party they'd attended three months ago, Teresa was still unsure how Jane felt about having more children. He hadn't completely rejected the idea, but he hadn't exactly been vocal in his support of it either.

As she sat on the bottom step in the house that she shared, she waited. She'd taken the day off to head to her doctor and the pregnancy had been confirmed: she was nine weeks on.

When Patrick came through the door that night, entering with his corny – but now traditional – 'Honey, I'm hoooommme!' it was to the image of Teresa sitting dejectedly on the stairs in front of him, holding something in her hand.

Removing his jacket, and dumping everything, he approaches his new wife with caution. 'Teresa?'

Looking up at him with tears in her eyes, she wordlessly hands him the photo in her hand, watching his face for a reaction.

Patrick looked bemused at the photo in front of him, before realising what it was: an ultrasound image. 'Teresa ...? Are we sure ...?' he asked in shock.

Teresa nodded, taking his question as a sign of displeasure. Dropping her head, unable to look him in the eye, she whispers softly. 'Nine weeks. Due in May.'

Finally raising his head from looking at the picture in front of him in awe, Patrick takes in the sight of the depressed Teresa sitting in front of him.

Getting down on one knee, he reaches out to raise his wife's chin, so that she is looking him in the eye. 'What's wrong?'

Teresa's tears overflow now as she looks into her husband's concerned eyes. Throwing herself into his arms, Patrick struggles to keep his balance in his awkward kneeling position. His arms wrap around her instantly as he hears her muffled 'I'm sorry.'

Bemused, and then a little angry, he replies. 'Whatever for?'

Teresa continues to mumble into his chest. 'I wasn't sure if you really wanted another baby ... after it all ...'

Patrick now knew exactly what was wrong with his wife now. He stood up, bringing Teresa with him into the lounge room. Seating her on the lounge, he grasps her hands as he sits on the table in front of her.

'Teresa...' Struggling to get words out, he started again. 'Teresa. I had a daughter before. When she died, it hurt like hell. It still does. I'll never forget her, but we've created new life here. I'll never regret that.' Brushing tears from her cheeks with his knuckle, he swears again. 'Never.'

Leaning forward he kisses her through her tears. After a few minutes, Teresa lays her hand on her husband's cheek, resting her forehand against his as she uttered a simple 'thankyou'.

Some time passes as both think about different things, before Patrick reverts back to his usual smiley self. 'Let's get some food into you, eh? You're eating for two now!'

After dinner finds them laying on the lounge together, an exhausted Teresa dozing on Patrick's chest, as he places a hand on her still flat tummy. Patrick lets out a little laugh which rumbles through his chest, reverberating against Teresa's ears. 'What's so funny?' she asks, eyes remaining shut.

'Oh, just thinking of how many kids we'll need to have to make up our own little CBI team of geniuses. Could you imagine the solve rate?' he said gleefully.

Teresa softly slaps his chest with her hand, eyes still closed. 'Try telling that to me after we've gotten through this one.'

'But seriously, how many kids do you want? I've never actually asked,' pondered Patrick.

Teresa opens her eyes now, and rearranges herself so that she can look into her husband's eyes. 'I've always thought that maybe I'd have three or four. Maybe two of each,' she answered carefully. 'What about you?'

'Jacinta wanted more kids, but I told her the time was wrong,' answered Patrick distractedly. 'There was too much at stake with my career to handle another child.'

Mentally shaking himself back into present he takes in Teresa's unwavering gaze. This was why he loved this woman: she put up with everything he threw at her, and still loved him regardless.

Placing his hand on hers he murmurs. 'I could handle three or four. Could you imagine all those little Janes running around?'

Teresa's face broke into a tired smirk. 'Well that is all sorted then!' she said sarcastically. 'I'm not promising anything til this one is done!' she added immediately.

Laughing out loud, Patrick pulled Teresa up his body and brought her head down for a kiss. 'I love you. Both of you.'

'I'll hold you to that when I'm sick as a dog, looking like a beached whale and changing moods at the drop of a hat,' swore Teresa.

'Wouldn't miss it for the world,' was his promise.

And sure enough, when morning sickness began with a vengeance a week later, Patrick was by her side at the toilet bowl. And when Teresa, much to her acute embarrassment, started crying at anything and everything, it was Patrick that pulled her in for a hug every time. And when the mood swings began, and the team gave her a wide berth, Patrick was the only person daring enough to brave her!

Author's Note:

For those of you wondering when Patrick and Teresa got married, that will be the basis for another chapter. For some reason this chapter was begging to be written first.

And for those wondering how Jane could be so excited at this discovery, but momentarily leave Lisbon at the hospital when their daughter is born in 'Baby Adelaide', chalk it up to the reality of the whole situation finally hitting him as he realises that he's moving on with a new wife and daughter, and thus leaving his old wife and daughter behind.