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A/N: I just wanted to thank those of you who have reviewed so far, brought a smile to my face. Anyway, here's chapter 2, and things are about to get interesting…

Chapter 2

*Knock, knock*

"Come in," Sara sighed, climbing back into bed.

"Hey, Sara. Are you okay? I could have sworn I heard you throw up just then," Jillian asked, concern etched on her face.

"No, no that wasn't me," Sara lied.

"No? Sorry, with so many people in this house it's hard to keep track of everyone," she smiled.

"I bet," Sara smiled back weakly.

"Are you feeling better after your nap?" she asked.

"Yeah, I am," Sara nodded. "I feel so much better. Sometimes I get like it, sometimes I just need to sleep."

"Well, I'm glad. Nicky's been like a lost puppy without you," Jillian chuckled.

Sara smiled politely, trying to fight that queasy feeling that was returning. She hated being sick at the best of times, but this was worse, way worse. She didn't need an audience.

"Are you sure you're alright, Sara? You don't look very…," before Jillian could finish her sentence, Sara jumped out of bed and headed for the en suite bathroom and threw up for the second time in about 5 minutes.

"I'm sorry," Sara sighed as Jillian came to the door to see if she was alright.

"There's no need to be sorry, Sara," she smiled reassuringly at her. "So I take it that it was you who was sick a few minutes ago."

"Yeah, but it's no big deal," Sara insisted.

"Oh, so you throw up everyday?" Jillian raised an eyebrow.

"No, but…," Sara paused to collect her thoughts and crawl back into bed. "It must be because of the flight. I've never been a huge fan of flying."

"Well, why didn't you tell Nick? You could have easily drove here," she stated, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I know but it's a short flight and to drive here would take twice as long, easily, so it's easier to just catch a flight," Sara tried to explain. "Honestly, it's no big deal. I should have taking something for travel sickness but I forgot. It's my own fault. There's really nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Jillian, I'm sure. I really appreciate the concern but I have no one to blame but myself. I'll be fine soon, I always am," Sara smiled.

Jillian sighed, not sure yet if she believed Sara. But before she could decide Nick came to the door.

"Hey, babe. You alright?" he smiled.

"Yes, I'm fine," Sara snapped.

"Okay, sorry, I was just…," Nick put his hands up to surrender.

"Well just don't, okay? I'm fine. I'm always fine. Don't you waste your time on me. Don't waste time worry about me. Okay? Just get back to whatever it was you were doing and leave me alone," Sara argued.

"Hey, there's no need to be like that," Nick insisted, wondering what he'd done that was so wrong. "I was just…"

"And I'll tell you again. Go away. Leave me alone. I don't need this right now," Sara protested. "I don't need you right now. Go."

"Sara…," Nick trailed off as he tried to find the right words to reason with her.

Sara sniffled as she turned away from him, lay on her side and tried her very best not to just burst into tears. What was wrong with her?

Nick turned to look at his mum. "What do…?" he started. "Should I…?"

Jillian nodded. "Go. Let her calm down."

"I'll have you know I am calm," Sara stated though gritted teeth.

Nick just nodded, took his mother's advice and left the room.

"Is he gone?" Sara sniffled.

"Yes. But he was only trying to help," Jillian insisted softly.

"I know," Sara nodded and she sat up again and wiped at her eyes. "I just… I don't know. I know he cares, and I love that about him but sometimes he doesn't know when to quit."

"He gets that from me," Jillian commented with a smile.

"Yeah, but you're a women. You know when to ask appropriate questions and when save them for another time. Nick just… he just doesn't. And that's not always his fault, but sometimes I just wish he'd know when to stop with the questions and hold me," Sara sniffled, a few tears falling down her cheek.

"Oh, darlin', you know as well as I do that he's a man and he ain't ever gonna change," she tried to lighted the mood.

"I guess," Sara chuckled lightly. "And I wouldn't want him to change either."

"So, do you wanna talk about what just happened?" Jillian asked.

"I thought we just did."

"You know what I mean," Jillian raised an eyebrow. "From what I've heard about you and from the look of pure shock on Nicky's face, that was completely out of character for you. You wanna talk about it?"

"I don't know what's wrong with," she sighed. "I just feel… different and not myself. I thought I was just coming down with a cold but I don't know."

"How long have you been feeling like this?" Jillian asked.

"Only a week or so, hence why I thought it was…," Sara started.

"How's your appetite been? Is there any foods you can't eat? Is there any foods that don't agree with you?" Jillian continued.

"Well, now that you mention it, I suppose I have been more hungry lately, eating more often. And yeah, I can't have coffee in the morning anymore, I throw up straight after," Sara answered. "Why? What's with all the questions?"

Jillian grinned. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Sara, but I think you might be pregnant."

"What?" Sara just about managed to say.

"Think about it. Think about the evidence. All your symptoms could just mean that you're ill but I don't think so. I think it's something else. Something much better. Are you pregnant?" Jillian looked at Sara with expectant, wide eyes.

And Sara found herself nodding.

"You are!?" she exclaimed.

"Well, I don't know for sure but I must be. With all the evidence, I mean," Sara gulped. "I'm pregnant."

"Oh my God! You have made my year! Let me go and tell everyone!" Jillian shrieked as she bounced off the bed and left the room.

"Oh God, what have a down?" Sara thought. She'd gone and done the one thing she didn't want to do. Lie to Nick's mum. "Kill me now."

Pregnant? No, she couldn't be. Sure most of Nick's family thought they'd been together for 6 months, when in reality it had only been 1 month, but even so, getting pregnant after just '6 months' with a person didn't exactly say much about her, did it? If it wasn't bad enough meeting every member of Nick's huge family, now they were gonna judge her for getting pregnant before she and Nick were married or even living together. What did that say about them?

But was she really pregnant? Pregnancy didn't just happen over night, the embryo had to be at least 2 or 3 weeks old before symptoms began to show and before a pregnancy test came up positive. Right? Maybe she was wrong about that. But whether or not, she and Nick had always been careful in that department. Right? She could've sworn her life on that fact up until 5 minutes ago. But now, now she just didn't know. Did she even want a baby, Nick's baby? As that question floated into her head, Sara smiled. Maybe she did want to have his baby, one day, but not now, not so soon into their relationship. What if it tore them apart? What if Sara ended up as a single mother? Could she cope? All good, sensible questions but none of them gave her any real answers. Was she even pregnant?

All the thinking she was doing blocked out everything else so Sara failed to hear someone knock rather erratically at the bedroom door.

"Sara, I don't care if you're ignoring me. I'm coming in," Nick announced as he opened the door.

"Nick, what are you doing? Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Sara asked, annoyed.

"I did, several times," Nick insisted.

"Oh, sorry, I, uh, I was thinking about…," Sara stuttered sheepishly.

"Let me guess, about college funds or what colour we should paint my spare room," Nick glared. "Could you please explain to me why my mum has just been happily announcing our good news before I even knew we had any? Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Yeah, actually there is something I should tell you," Sara stated.

"Are you pregnant?" Nick asked, calming down.

"No," Sara shook her head. "At least I don't think so, anyway."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "If you don't think you're pregnant why does my mum think you are?"

"I don't even know," Sara sighed. "She started asking me all these questions, and then she looked at me like I'd just discovered the cure for cancer and told me that I must be pregnant. And I nodded…"

"You nodded?" Nick interrupted.

"You should have seen the look of pure excitement in her eyes. She wanted me to say yes. She wanted me to be pregnant. And I didn't have the heart to tell her anything different," Sara explained.

"You didn't have the heart?" he asked. "Are you gonna have the heart to tell her your not after she's told everyone and is already looking forward to spoiling another grandchild?"

"Oh my God. Would you believe that totally skipped my mind?" Sara smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry. What have I done?"

Nick sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "No, I'm sorry. I was a bit shocked. It's not everyday your mum tells you that your girlfriend is pregnant."

Sara chuckled lightly. "It's not everyday your boyfriend's mum tells you your pregnant."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, mulling over the possibilities. Sara had actually, genuinely, forgotten that she would have to put Jillian straight if she wasn't pregnant. And it only added to the pressure she now found herself under. She understood how Jillian could have come to that conclusion; maybe there was a part of Sara that suspected that she must be pregnant. After all, when Jillian, mother of 7, tells you that you're expecting who are you to argue?

Nick still couldn't even believe he and Sara were having this conversation. Never in all his years of dating had this topic come up so early into a relationship, if at all. The news was daunting, yet mostly intriguing. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. Maybe he was happy at the thought of being a dad. Maybe he was angry because if Sara had had any idea that she may have been pregnant he would have liked her to come to him, he would have liked to have found out she was pregnant from her and not his mother.

"Are you sure you're not pregnant?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. For one, we've not exactly been together that long for this to have happened. And two, you know what I'm like with flying, it's made me sick and grumpy in the past. That's probably all it is. So I'm sorry for giving you such a shock and for lying to your mum," Sara explained rationally. "And I'll fix this. I promise."

Nick nodded. "It won't take long. I mean, how many people could she have told?"

Thank you for reading. I kinda stereotyped the symptoms of pregnancy, didn't I? I didn't mean to but despite the fact that Nick's mum has had 7 children I didn't think that she'd just be able to sense that Sara was pregnant, but that she could probably come to that conclusion from the symptoms Sara presented. But is Sara actually pregnant? The next chapter, also the last chapter, will reveal all. Review please.