"We'll figure it out." Don't worry about it right now. Let's take Bob for a walk. We need to clear our heads. Cupcake, you have no idea how happy I am about the baby."

"The baby." I repeated. Shit, I was going to have a baby.

Undercover – Chapter 2

We went for a long walk with Bob. Bob seemed unaffected by the news that we were going to be having a baby, oh, yeah, and the news that Morelli was leaving us for 6 months or so.

I was feeling really sorry for myself. I didn't even think I was excited about having a baby at all and now I was probably going to have to go through most of the pregnancy all alone. Morelli and I were still getting used to being married. This isn't fair. I wanted a recount or something.

Morelli and both kept our thoughts to ourselves on the walk. He never let go of my hand. I knew he was clinging to me and that he was also facing an internal battle. He'd wanted to get married and start a family for years. He was also a good cop and he really wanted to go on this undercover operation for a hundred reasons.

As we neared the house, Bob pulled his leash out of Morelli's hand and ran headlong to our yard. He ran to the front door and turned to see what was taking us so long. "Bob's hungry again." Morelli said. "I guess he never gets enough."

As he was unlocking the front door, Joe looked at me and kissed my temple. He pulled me into him for a hug. I could feel the contrast of the cool evening air against the warm heat of his body. I couldn't get enough of him. "When are you supposed to leave?" I asked.

"Day after tomorrow." He looked in my eyes. His eyes conveyed love and concern. "I won't go at all if you tell me not to and I'm going to have to be convinced that you and I can stay in contact if we're going to make it work. I already know we're going to have to postpone. I need to make some calls." We went inside and I flipped the TV on. He kissed me and said, "I love you." Then he went upstairs to his home office that was set up in the 3rd bedroom. I listened until I heard him ask for his boss. He closed the door and I couldn't hear anymore.

I guess I was more tired than I realized because the next thing I knew, Joe was carrying me up to bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started kissing and biting him gently on the neck. He hates hickies and I know if he had to go to work with one, he'd die, so just for fun I thought I'd try to give him one. He was laughing, and trying to pull away from me as we rounded the corner to our bedroom. He tossed me to the bed from just inside the doorway like he had done 100 times before and then he got this look of horror on his face. "Oh, geez, Cupcake, I forgot you were pregnant. I didn't hurt you, did I?" I sat up and laughed and explained that I was pretty sure that a woman's body was built to be a pretty good incubator and that I was fine.

His cell phone rang. "Terri Gilman," he said, looking at the screen. "Morgan must have called her and she's freaking out because I asked for an extra week to get ready and work out some details." Morgan is Joe's boss. He hit the button to send her to voicemail and then the button to turn his cell phone off. Just as he lay down next to me, the house telephone rang. "Fuck." He started going from phone to phone turning the ringers off in the house.

When he returned he said, "That's better," he said. Joe started unbuttoning my shirt. "So, I hear that these babies are going to swell up like balloons." He had a big grin on his face.

"You are such a guy." I laughed. "I'm going to try to get a Doctor's appointment tomorrow. If I can get in before you leave town, will you come with me?"

"I wouldn't miss it, Cupcake." He put his mouth on mine and kissed me deeply. He had his hands in my hair and his hard thighs pressed into mine. We quickly went to work undressing each other. I marveled at how his muscles rippled under his taut skin. He was gorgeous. I heard my cell phone ring somewhere downstairs. "Let it ring," he said as he continued to explore my lips and mouth with urgency.

At that moment I remembered a story I had heard about how some guys didn't want to make love to their wives anymore after they were pregnant because, in the man's mind, the woman had become someone's mother. I think I was worrying needlessly since Joe was suckling my right breast, rolling my left nipple between his left thumb and forefinger and exploring between my legs with his right hand. He didn't seem to have changed how he felt about me since this morning.

I had more questions and so many more things I wanted to talk to him about but I decided to go with the flow and join the party. I threw my left leg over his body and rolled onto the top of him. "Hey, officer. I'm in charge tonight." He smiled sort of a lazy smile and put his hands behind his head.

"You're the boss," he said in a sexy, deep voice.

Just as I had left a trail of kisses down his body, and wrapped my hand around him, causing him to draw in a quick breath, the freaking doorbell rang. "Crap," we said in stereo.

"Everybody is out to get us." He said and I climbed off of him and went to the window in our bedroom. "No, the only one out to get us is Terri Gilman." I was furious. I threw open the window and before he could even get to me, I had my head and boobs hanging out the window yelling at Terri. "I'm trying to have sex with my HUSBAND, you skank, get out of here!" Joe was pulling me back inside.

"Now, Honey, we don't want this to be in the newspaper. Just calm down. I'll go down and tell her I'll meet with her tomorrow." He stuck his head out the window. "Terri, wait up, I'll be down in a minute." He pulled on some sweats and went downstairs. By the time he got outside, half of the neighbors were watching, no doubt because they had heard me screaming at Terri. He stood out there, barefoot, no shirt, bed hair, sweats riding dangerously low on his sexy hips talking to Terri for a good 10 minutes. I could hear her questioning him. He wasn't giving any information away and was wearing his cop face. He noticed her looking up at the window again where I was standing keeping watch (I had at least put on a robe). He gave me a 'move away from the window' gesture and I knew he meant it. So I went down to the front door and stood watch there. He walked her to her car, opened her driver's side door for her and talked to her for a couple of more minutes before closing the door before she roared away.

"You don't look like drug addict." I said, following him up the stairs.

"What?"

"You look too good to be a drug addict. Aren't they supposed to be emaciated and icky looking? You look too good. No one is going to believe you have a drug problem."

"I'll look the part, don't worry." He climbed into bed next to me. "Cupcake, This has been a big day and I'm exhausted. Can we just go to sleep and continue this…. Whatever it is we are doing… tomorrow?" He rolled his back to me.

Crap. He doesn't want to have sex. Morelli always wants to have sex. This is Terri Gilman's fault. I hate her. First she flirts with him all the time. Then she convinces him to do this stupid undercover thing with her and times it so that we can't even enjoy our little bit of married bliss before baby makes three and NOW she ruined my sex life, at least for tonight.

I hope she gets food poisoning and ends up in the bathroom for the first month they are in Detroit. Better yet, I hope she gets some sort of disease and gains like 90 pounds while they are there. Oops, no, that will be me….a baby isn't a disease, but it sure doesn't seem to be doing much for my love life either.

I didn't sleep at all that night, or at least it seemed like it to me. My thoughts drifted between:

being pregnant (starting to feel better about it now) –

to being pregnant and alone (not feeling better at all) –

to how I got pregnant (a very pleasant memory) –

to Joe (VERY warm feelings) –

to Joe leaving –

to what we were going to have to tell our families about Joe leaving –

to what our families were going to think about my being pregnant -

to Terri Gilman (grrr) –

to Terri Gilman and my husband living as a couple in Detroit (double grrr) –

to the crime family they were taking down –

to the unsolved murder and the poor dead woman's family –

to the danger I knew Joe would be in (this one was really eye opening) –

to knowing how stupid I must have looked when I was yelling at Terri earlier tonight with my boobs hanging out the window.

When Joe's alarm clock went off, I snuggled up to his back. I tried his technique but I didn't have anything hard I could jam into his kidneys, so I just reached around the front and helped myself. He rolled over and looked at me with a quizzical look on his face. "Good morning, Sweetheart. What's up?"

I laughed and said, "Well, nothing yet, but you're getting there."