AN: So this is a continuance from the series of the one shots 'So This Is Love' and will be a full blown fic. How would Carrie and Quinn cope with their impending arrival? (If the relevant one shot is not up by the time I post this then sorry, I shall get it up soon.) The updates may be short and infrequent as I am at college re-doing my A Levels. If anyone has any ideas, suggestions or comments, drop me a line, (You will be credited for any ideas used.)
Chapter 1
It was the 3rd time this morning that she had dashed to the bathroom at Langley being sick and truthfully she was sick of it. She'd had her suspicions for a couple of weeks now that she may be pregnant but was too petrified to take the test that was concealed in her bedside draw. Her period hadn't arrived which was in reality quite common as she had never been 'regular' but the fatigue, abnormal cravings and her intolerance to the smell of coffee had made her suspicious.
As she walked out of the bathroom, sucking on a mint, she bumped into Dar Adal quite literally.
"Watch it!" She snapped as a wave of light-headedness crashed briefly over her.
"You look like shit." Dar Adal commented, noticing how pale she looked, "Go home if you feel sick, we can cope."
"I'm fine." She barked, her mood was always worse whenever she felt nauseous.
"Go home, that's an order." Dar Adal instructed, "Get Quinn to take you."
Feeling tired, nauseous and dizzy meant that she could not be bothered to argue, her bed sounded so delightful at this moment in time.
She nodded momentarily before walking to where she presumed Quinn would be, her hand on the wall steadying her.
She staggered into the room and observed Quinn sat there with his feet propped up on the desk, tossing a tennis ball with another analyst as they bounced ideas off one another.
"You okay gorgeous?" Quinn asked his wife, noticing how off-colour she looked. He had noticed that she had been unwell for the past few days but had declined to comment at fear of her biting his head off.
"I've been ordered to go home and rest and you're meant to take me." Carrie replied before adding, "Please."
Quinn nodded and chucked the tennis ball back to the analyst and seized his jacket off the back of his chair. He walked over to his wife, wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss onto her head.
"Come on then." He whispered as they turned towards the exit.
The drive back home was silent as Carrie gazed out of the window whilst Quinn drove. Neither of them felt the need to break the silence with small talk. Quinn would occasionally glance in Carrie's direction.
As they arrived at their home, Quinn noticed that Carrie had fallen asleep on the drive back. He opened her car door and lifted her out of her seat, being careful not to wake her.
2 hours later
Carrie awoke in her bed wondering how on earth she had got there. She figured that Peter had carried her in after she must have fallen asleep in the car.
She slipped out from out of the covers, grabbed the pregnancy test out of the bedside draw and headed for the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Peter Quinn was sat in the living room reading when he heard Carrie creep out of bed and head in the direction of the bathroom. He was concerned for her health at the moment. She was always feeling sick and it was worrying him that she wouldn't let him try and help. He knew how independent she was but since they got together, she had become more open to help.
He was lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Carrie stood in the doorway, wearing her dressing gown.
"Somewhere nice?" Carrie asked, snapping Quinn out of his thoughts.
"Hmmm." He replied, still not fully there.
"You seemed to be lost in thought." She sat down beside him, "What you thinking about?"
"You."
"Cliché."
"True though." Quinn wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, "You ok? Sleep well?"
"Slept fine but there is something else." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the little white plastic stick.
"Is that….?" Peter began before being cut off.
"A pregnancy test?" Carrie paused, "Yes."
"Are you…?" He couldn't finish his sentence.
"I'm pregnant." Carrie whispered as she turned the pregnancy test around to show him the two blue lines.
AN: So there you go, the first chapter. The updates may be sparse and irregular but the fic should follow each week of Carrie's pregnancy up until the birth. Afterwards there should be a sequel showing their family life.