A/N: Hi all! I have returned,but only briefly. Sorry about the wait.

Chapter 8

We sat down on the bed. His hand reached over the stroke my thigh (not in a dirty way).

"Paul left," he told me.

"I know," I replied.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I was just so jealous."

"I know. If it makes you feel any better, I'm officially braking up with you. That is it. The end. We're not even friends with benefits. No more making out, no more sex and certainly no more babies." I looked at him, smiling at my own joke. He smiled remorsefully.

"Just friends?" He held out his hand.

"Just friends." I took his hand and shook it. Then I gave him a hug.

"Special friends," I added. "The kind that have each other's babies?" He asked, grinning. "Baby. Just one."

"Unless you're carrying twins…" I panicked slightly.

"What makes you think that?" I can't handle twins.

"It...runs in my family." Two babies at once?! No way! I don't know how I'd cope. Paul can only do so much, as he still gets to go to college. They could go in a nursery, but the book says I'd lose valuable mother-child time and we'd never fully bond. It happened to Paul. But, I can't get ahead of myself. Jesse was joking. Right?

"We'll see at my scan later," I said.

"'We'? So I can come?"

"You are the father. It would be unfair if I kept you from it. You just have to promise not to talk about Paul's-"

"Agreed," he said, holding his hands up in surrender, "does this mean that I don't have to catch the flight back?"

"No. I want you .ON. THAT. PLANE."

Emma died last week. There was a fire at her house, which killed her, but not her parents or her sister. When she went to open her bedroom door, she found it locked. It was usual because she never locked her door. Emma had no reason too, despite being sixteen. She is more reasonable than any teenager I've ever met. Including Doc (he has his moments). So, why was she still here? You guessed it- someone murdered her.

"Who do you think it was?" I asked her. We were all at Paul's place. By 'all' I mean Emma, Paul, me and Jesse. We were on our way to my scan. Paul looked a bit miffed at Jesse's presence, but he couldn't object.

"My brother," she replied, thoughtfully.

"I thought you didn't have a brother," Paul said.

"I never said that, he just wasn't there. He's the only member of my immediate family that wasn't there."

"What's the motive?"

"He hates everyone and everything. And he's no ray of sunshine – put it that way."

"So, can we talk to your family, find out more information?"

"You'd have to be subtle. My family get suspicious."

"Suspicious?"

"I mean they're the kind of people that don't talk to strangers."

"What about your brother?"

"He works at the market. You can talk to him there." Then she disappeared. Ghosts tend to dematerialize when things get personal. Like maybe they're hiding so that they can cry. I can't imagine Jesse crying. He's always the one that supports me. I don't know what I'd do if he was that upset.

"Anyway, we have a scan to go to. Otherwise, Jesse won't make his flight." After the conversations earlier, I couldn't help but notice that Paul brightened a little at this.

The car ride over was tense. And that was an understatement. You could cut the tension in the air with the flat side of a spoon let alone a butter knife! I guess I was usually the one who kept things light in these car journeys, but I wasn't in the mood. My pregnancy made me care more about my ghostly cases – to the point that Paul's been sorting them out in secret. Surprisingly, Jesse spoke first.

"I met ghosts in Europe, you know," he said. It sounds a bit obvious, but it hadn't really occurred to me that there'd be ghosts outside America.

"Were they any different?" I asked. Even Paul started listening, though he was driving.

"Not really. They didn't speak the language and there were fewer murder cases," Jesse summed up. Then the car went quiet again.

"I'm not having twins, Jesse," I said.

"What?!" Paul asked, shocked. I felt us swerve, but not outside the lane.

"You can't know for sure," He replied simply, as if Paul didn't need an explanation.

"I'm not even showing yet and that is a sure sign of twins."

"How do you know?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just looked it up." He smiled, though I could see disappointment in his eyes.

"Besides, Suze, we can't look after twins, can we?" Paul said.

"Probably not."

"Which is why you need me here." Jesse saw the opportunity, he seized the opportunity…

"Nah. It's cool. She said no twins," Paul said, rather quickly. I looked at him as if to say 'don't' answer for me!' And he just looked casual.

When we got to my scan, there was a bit of kerfuffle over who got to stand next to me and hold my hand. It was getting ridiculous! Two grown men and neither of them could behave! The male nurse snickered, but then Paul and Jesse looked at him as if to say: that's not helping. He put the cold conducting jelly on my stomach and I yelped.

"Querida, are you alright?"

"Of course she is! They haven't done anything yet!" Paul answered in my behalf, again. Honestly, I'm getting tired of both men.

"Paul, Est-ce tu peux etre sympa à Jesse?" I asked if he could be nice in French. At least I hope I did - I haven't done French for ages.

"Non! Je déteste Him." He gave Jesse a look that could kill, bring back to life and then maime.

"I may not speak French, but it's close to Spanish sometimes and that was pretty much English. If you don't want me here, I'll go," Jesse said simply. Before Paul could answer for me again, I said, "It's your child, and if anyone should go, it's Paul." He scowled at both of us, then left. "I'm in the waiting room if you need me."