An: Dialogue is from: Excutetion Rocks Lighthouse in Long Island Sound, NY.

It had been about eight months after the wedding. The previous investigation had been at Execution Rocks Lighthouse. That started the honeymoon, actually.

"Lighthouses seem so romantic, yet they are haunting. Living on a reef of rocks, isolated from the rest of the world, surrounded by water, with a history that's as dark as Execution Rocks Lighthouse cause the light keepers to see and feel the echoes of it's past." That was Zak's intro. During the interviews, one of the clients was talking about the serial killer that dumped bodies off Execution Rocks.

"I just hope that his ghost doesn't come back, you guys are in trouble."

"No, He's in trouble. I hope he is, does haunt here. If he's here, he's got a rude awaking, 'cause I'm gonna call his ass out. And if he's here I'm gonna throw him off this damn island." After this we got ready to investigate as one team, GAC.

"In the late afternoon before our lockdown, we decided to have some fun."

"Doin' a little bit of fishin' off Execution Rocks right now, check it out, here's Zak and Kenzi. What are you guys doing?"

"I've been fishin' for a half hour, and I haven't gotten one cast yet out in the water. I just flipping broke his fishing rod." Zak said. I grabbed the pole from him.

"Let me do it. I've been fishing since I was seven."

"How we gonna eat?" Brittany asks. Zak slips on the rocks, saying, "I just skied down that rock, dude. Couple of frickin' Vegas boys out here..."

"And girls!" I chipped in.

"Now we gotta go repair it, and try it one more time." Aaron said.

"What is scarier, me being trapped on an island all night with him, or…or with ghosts? Try this again. I think I got a bite there. He's a big one, too, man! We got dinner!" By this time, Zak had managed to get a cast out, and already had a bite.

"Got something?" Emily asked.

"Yeah."

"Bring it in. Let's do it!" Nick yelled.

"You did catch one!" Emily called.

"Wow, man that's huge." Brittany added.

"Yeah, Zak. Woo!" Aaron called, whistling.

"No! No, Nick! No!" Zak yelled. Nick had tried to take the fish off the line, but the line snapped.

"It broke the line, it broke the whole thing!" Nick said back.

"You just goddamn fuckupped our dinner!" Zak yelled, and Aaron was still laughing.

"I was grabbing it and the line snapped, sorry dude."

"Did you see it; did you get on camera how big it was?"

"That hurt my hand too, it snapped the thing off…oh my god dude, and it was about that big!" Nick continued.

"Just lost dinner for us. That thing was beautiful, man!" Zak said. Eventually we caught enough fish to feed all of us. Brittany, Emily, and I tried to hide our smirks as the guys started to clean them.

"We should go help them." Emily said. Brittany took one look and said, "No way. Nu uh. Not my thing." I, on the other hand, nodded in agreement. The guys gladly let us help, and soon the filets were on the grill. So that kicked off the honeymoon and after that we spent the rest of it in New York City. It wasn't a surprise that it seemed Brittany had somehow caught 'the flu' in the middle of autumn. I figured 'the flu' meant something totally different, something the guys would never get. Little did I know Brittany wasn't going to be the only one who would catch it as it came around. As usual, I was right.

"Z-zak? Can you turn the heat on? I'm freezing!" I asked. He laughed softly, ruffling my hair and then kissing me gently before grabbing a blanket on the nearby chair and wrapping it around me. We had been trying to watch a movie, but my teeth had been chattering.

"Kenzi, love, we're in Vegas. How are you cold? It's what, 80-something outside?"

"I think I have a fever. Can you…" Zak had beaten me to it, putting one hand on my forehead, the other going underneath my shirt and up my back. I gasped softly, yelping at how cool his palm felt. I shivered, tensing up my abdomen muscles at his touch.

"Oh, honey, you're burning up. You should go lie down; maybe it'll break by itself."

He suggested. Maybe it would. But still…I pulled the puppy dog pout, making Zak sigh as he turned the TV off before he scooped me into his arms like a small child, carrying me into our bedroom. I moaned softly with content, rubbing my face against his shoulder like a kitten does to get comfortable. The motion of him walking was going to put me to sleep. But before it could, he set me down.

"Mmmhh." I whisper-moaned. The sheets had been switched, so they were still cool.

"Hey," Said Zak softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over me, "try to get some sleep at least, okay? I love you." He leaned down, and kissed my forehead, before getting up and shutting off the lights. He left the room, probably going to update the Ghost Adventures official site we'd set up. I drifted off, but sat up suddenly, getting up to go to the bathroom. I found myself becoming violently sick, throwing up almost everything I'd eaten earlier. Zak rushed in, a look of concern on his face. I suddenly became aware of the splitting headache I had.

"Love, are you alright? Food poisoning?" he asked. I coughed, standing up to clear my mouth. A dizzying spell came over me as I stood. I moaned, and sat back down.

"Yeah, Zak, I'm fine. I think. Come here." He came in, sitting next to me.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Baby, I probably just have that goddamn flu bug goin' around. Or…no, it's…oh, it has. Could I really be? Yeah, I could."

"What?" he asked; clearly confused. I smiled, taking his hand in mine.

"Zak, I think I'm pregnant."

(Zak's POV)

What? My mind raced. It had only been four some months after the honeymoon, and that probably wasn't long enough for her body to register if she really was. Well, we hadn't really thought about the risks of this happening, all Kenzi wanted during the honeymoon was…well, love. She'd obviously gotten it, because she thought she was pregnant. She threw herself into me, sobbing.

"Oh, Z-zak! How can we i-investigate if I'm –hic- like t-this? The GAC's g-gonna fall apart!" I pulled her into my arms, cradling her to me and kissing her hair like I did on those many nights when she had nightmares or just couldn't sleep.

"Ssshh, love, calm down. Baby, it's alright. Aaron was actually telling me Brittany's expecting now as well. She said she had 'the flu' too, right before she figured it out. Kenzi, look at me." Her eyes had avoided mine now for a full minute. "So…we'd be postponed anyways. But it wouldn't hurt to go in and see if you really are…" I paused, and she looked at me with her blue-green eyes bright with hope and determination, but I saw they were full of tears.

(Kenzi's POV)

"You're not mad? At whatever I did to cause this?" I dissolved into tears again.

"Honey, you didn't cause this. We knew what we were doing. You're not one of those teenage girls that just goes and does things…stupid things, for one. You're a beautiful, newly-married in-your-late-twenties woman who knows right from wrong. You didn't cause this. And no, I'm not mad. I never could be mad at you, you know that. Right?" he asked, his lips brushing over mine softly and then running down my neck, stopping where he'd attacked me on Poveglia Island so long ago. I smiled and held back a giggle as I felt him gently bite that same spot. It wasn't nearly as hard as the original, but it wasn't guaranteeing I wouldn't get a bruise, either. I moaned, being I had Matchbox Twenty's Bent running through my head. Zak and I really were bent, believing in all we'd heard and seen from the other side.

(Zak's POV)

I gave myself chills thinking of how I'd attacked her on Poveglia. This was the same spot, too. I gently let up, until she could pull away to rest her head on my shoulder. I started rocking her as slowly as I could, so that she wouldn't get sick again.

"But I'll love you anyways, no matter what. And that's a promise. Let's go back to bed, alright? You need sleep, and anyways we've got research to do tomorrow." I got up, but my wife still sat there, leaning against the bathtub.

"If I stand I'll faint." She whispered, placing her hands gently over her stomach as if she was protecting whatever was inside of her. If there was anything there. It clicked in my mind how twilight-ish things had become. (Even though I didn't like it, it was still too coincidental to ignore.) Kenzi had become like Bella, somehow desperate to protect 'her little nugder'. I was like Edward after hearing its thoughts, ready as much as possible to fall in love with the new life we'd created. So, at this realization, I bent down and picked her up, listening as soft moans and sighs escaped her lips at my touch. I set her in bed and climbed in next to her, wrapping one of my arms around her waist. My other one was resting behind her neck like a pillow. She smiled tiredly, closing her eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't worried. But if I was going to be a father…wow. I thought how everything would change, but hearing Kenzi's soft voice calling my name broke the spell.

"Zak?" she asked.

"Hmm?" I said, looking at her adoringly, she was my angel brought to earth.

"Would you…make love to me? If I am pregnant, it won't do anything to me that hasn't already happened. If I'm not…well, that's another story, another ending we'll have to write." I put a finger against her lips.

"Love, I don't want to risk anything if you already are. And…Oh the hell with it!" I finally said, noticing the disappointment on her face. She was right. It wouldn't hurt any. So, despite the bad feeling in the back of my mind, my lips connected with hers, and I brought both our minds back to the nights we spent in New York City.

(Kenzi's POV) (Memory in NYC)

Zak and I were staying in one of the upper state hotels for our honeymoon in New York City complete with a spa and pool, bar and restaurant. I remember lying in bed two nights in, trying to get Zak up to go down to the pool. I knew he was feigning sleep, so I shook his shoulder.

"Zachary…c'mon, baby get up! I want to go swimming. Come on. I know you're faking." It's too bad I didn't see him crack a smile, because I wouldn't have been startled when he sat up and "Rah!" –ed playfully in my face. Zak had caught me, drawing me in for a sweet 10 second kiss before releasing me. I smiled at him afterwards, getting up to fix my hair in the bathroom. When I came back, he was sitting up against the headboard, a demon's grin on his face.

"What?" I asked. He shrugged. I climbed up to sit next to him, burying myself in sheets up to my waist.

"Are you com-" He had cut me off, his hand cupping my cheek and then he kissed me. Slowly at first, but then I felt him trying to deepen it. I protested, becoming still in his arms. He stopped, noticing how odd I was acting.

"Oh, come on. We're on our honeymoon and the first thing you want to do is swim?" he asked, whispering the words against my mouth. I pulled back, and tried to get off the bed. But I should've known better than to try. Zak grabbed my hand and pulled me into him, my head resting on his shoulder.

"Heyyy." I moaned, annoyed. He was trying to keep me here, I'd felt his legs moving to tangle with mine. I huffed, turning to glare at him.

"Fine. But tomorrow, I'm going to the spa." And then day turned back into night, where it was only the two of us and no sense of time. (memory over)

The minute Zak started kissing me was the minute another song got caught in my head. It was Matchbox Twenty's Disease. If I was pregnant, that was the disease I'd caught. But I couldn't live without Zak, which I knew for sure.

Zak's kisses had started out light, just a soft caress of his lips on my skin. But as the night wore on, they eventually turned into the way they were in NYC, long and breathtaking. His hand that had been wrapped around my waist was now running up and down my legs. He stopped kissing me for a moment, and I realized we both were breathing hard. His hand kept tracing circles on my bare skin, so I moaned, "Oooh, Z-Zak, stop t-that. It tickles." I began to laugh softly, twisting in his arms. This motion only made him hold me tighter, and I could've sworn I heard him whisper, "This was your idea, remember?" He kissed my hair, and then I made the mistake of stretching out.

"Ah. That was my face, love. Coulda warned me." Zak said; laughing despite the fact I'd just unintentionally smacked him in the face trying to stretch. Well, now we could finally get some sleep. I got into the most comfortable sleep position I could think of, which meant my head was resting on his chest with my arms just placed lightly over my stomach. One of Zak's hands absentmindedly stroked my hair, and the other held me close. I found myself listening to the steady thumping of his heartbeats as they came in time with mine. This time it wasn't a lullaby that caused me to drift off, it was instead the rhythm of two hearts beating as one, and knowing Zak was always going to be there when I woke.