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"Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you
Always
Kiss you taste you all night
Always
(Come on let me hold you) Touch you, feel you
Always
Kiss you, taste you all night
Always"

Always

The smell of pork had never made me want to vomit before. Well, maybe it was the combined smells of pork, dog food, and baby vomit on my shirt.

Our first anniversary had come and gone a few months ago along with the arrival of our nephew: Joel. Joanna and Joel; it was cute even though I had always been against the whole name your children with the same first letter thing.

Of course Jolie and Kevin needed a break from parenting for one night and who else should provide that service but Paul and I? Kate and Jake were on their honeymoon so they were out of the question and Mom and Billy couldn't handle both Joanna and Joel together.

But apparently neither could I. Paul had been called away for a pack emergency leaving me alone with a pork roast in the oven, our dog going berserk, Joanna running around the house naked, and Joel vomiting up everything I had just fed him.

"Rufus sit!" I yelled, afraid the beaglador would trip Joanna.

Thankfully he obeyed me and I moved into the bathroom with Joel cradled against my shoulder. Joanna streaked by the bathroom door then and I was about to grab for her when she was suddenly scooped up into a pair of strong arms with a high pitched squeal of delight.

"Are you giving your poor Aunt Hallie a hard time?" Paul asked her in a low voice.

I left him to it then, and started to clean up both myself and Joel. For only being three months old this kid could sure projectile vomit. It was a good thing he was so cute; a perfect mix of Jolie and Kevin, no hint of me gracing his features. Unlike his sister who looked like a mini version of me; complete with the same mischievous grin.

As I wiped the vomit from my shirt a wave of nausea hit me suddenly. Since when did I have a weak stomach like this? I could clean up dog poop with a minimal gag and some baby vomit was getting to me?

"Paul! Come get him I'm about to barf!" I yelled.

Paul ran in with a still naked Joanna in his arms and took Joel from me just in time for me to turn to the toilet, lift my hair out of my face, and empty the contents of my stomach into the bowl. I had to be getting the flu Derek had; it was March the perfect time of the year for the flu to circulate around.

I sat by the toilet for a few minutes, my stomach still rolling, and didn't even notice Paul come back into the bathroom until he placed a cool wash cloth on my forehead. He crouched down beside me and ran his fingers through my hair; concern filling his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I have the flu." I sighed.

"Ah yes, Derek had that did he not?"

"Yup blame him." I grumbled. "Where are the kids?"

"Joel is in his little crib thing and Joanna is dressed and trapped in the play pin." He replied. "Don't worry about them okay? I'll take care of them; you go upstairs and rest."

He didn't have to tell me twice. With his help I stood up and slowly made my way up the stairs to our bedroom. Rufus followed behind me all the way and even joined me on the bed. He sensed I wasn't feeling good because he rested his head on my leg and looked up at me with sad eyes.

"I'm okay Rufus." I promised him as my hand stroked over his ears.

***

So I have been wrong before; many times actually. I didn't have the flu…not remotely. It had sure felt like it that night of chaos but a simple trip to the doctor to check up on my flu revealed the truth I had been too blind to see.

I was pregnant.

I was ready for it now, and I was excited. I was practically bursting to tell someone, but I had to keep it in. Paul had to be the first to know beside myself and the doctor. I couldn't wait to see his face when I told him. I had noticed the looks he would get on his face when Joanna and Joel were over; I could tell he was ready for his own.

"It smells delicious in here." Paul commented as he walked up behind me and placed his hands on my hips. His lips came down on my neck before I turned my head so he could capture my lips with his own.

"I made your favorite." I smiled.

His favorite consisted of my famous pot roast recipe with homemade mashed potatoes and frozen green beans from the garden we had had the past summer. Dinner didn't last long and there weren't any leftovers, but I was used to that by now. He was about to get up to take his plate out when I placed my hand over his, effectively stopping him.

"I got some news today." I stated.

"Good or bad?"

"I'd say it's good." I smiled.

"Well, what is it?"

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened before he jumped up out of his chair and scooped me into his arms. He twirled me around as he laughed joyously; his laughter brought Rufus into the kitchen to dance around at our feet. When he finally set me down his lips came down on my own for a kiss full of love, pride, and contentment.

"When?" He asked eagerly as he pulled away far enough to place his hand over my still flat stomach.

"October." I smiled.

His other hand came up to cup my cheek and I leaned into his touch with a smile. His eyes gazed down into my own, which I knew were a bit watery.

"I love you so much Hallie."

"You better." I chuckled. "I love you too Paul."

"Who should we tell first?"

***

It was on days like these that I was reminded of my vampire stalker. I hadn't seen much of him over the past few months, but I knew he wasn't done. A vampire wouldn't just give up like that, and I was worried even more now that I had more than just my own life to think about.

It was a silent and eerie day; the kind of day you just want to stay in bed and sleep especially when you're four months pregnant. I glanced around nervously as I made my way towards the library doors, hoping that Derek was nearby.

Sure enough he was by the front desk when I walked in and turned to me with a smile. He had something in his hand, but I couldn't make out what it was from my location by the door. But as I got closer to him it appeared that he was holding a little black velvet box.

"Are you going to ask Lynn to marry you?" I asked, unable to contain the ridiculous smile that covered my face.

"Yeah…tonight. I wanted your opinion on the ring."

"Of course, Derek. Let's see it."

I held out my hand and waited for him to place the box in my hand. When he did I flipped open the lid and looked down at the oval shaped diamond ring. It was beautiful and I knew that Lynn would feel exactly the same way.

"It's perfect, Derek." I assured him with a smile.

"You think she'll say yes?"

"Why wouldn't she?" I countered.

"I don't know; I'm just nervous."

I chuckled and threw my arm around his shoulders. "She loves you and she'd be a fool to pass you up, Derek Thomas."

"Aw Hallie, you do know how to make a boy feel special." He teased in a bad southern accent. "So how is the baby today?"

He placed his hand over my stomach gently and rubbed me for good luck; a habit he had started from the very moment I had told him the good news. He claimed he wanted that baby to know his Uncle Derek no matter what.

"The baby is fine, but Momma is worried." I sighed.

"Why's that?"

I couldn't tell him the real version, so I gave him the closest thing to the truth as I could, "I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach like something is going to happen soon."

He nodded his head in understanding. "It's probably just the weather and maybe you're just extra sensitive to it because you're pregnant."

"Maybe." I sighed, hoping that it was just the weather that was making me feel this way and not the promise of danger.

***

My question was answered when the phone rang at one in the morning. I heard Paul grumble as he reached for the phone off the bed side table. I watched through heavy eyes as he answered and listened to whoever was on the other end.

"It's your Mom, love." He whispered as he handed me the phone.

As a general rule it is never a good thing when you receive a phone call at this time of night, except for a few exceptions. My parents had always told me that when someone called late they always thought it meant one of their relatives died, or someone close to them. So, I was a bit worried as I accepted the phone from Paul and put it up to my ear.

"What's wrong?" I immediately asked Mom.

"It's your Father Hallie."

I did not like that tone of voice; I didn't like it at all. She sounded like she had been crying, even though she had been divorced from Dad for a while I knew she still cared about him in some way; he was the Father of her children after all.

"What happened?" I choked out, already feeling my eyes fill with tears and my throat grow tight.

"They found him dead a few hours ago; at the bottom of the stairs with a broken neck." She cried. "I'm so sorry honey; I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." I said as the tears spilled over onto my cheeks.

I barely registered the fact that Paul took the phone from my hand and placed it over on the table. He then pulled me into his arms and held me as I cried into his chest. He didn't have to ask what was wrong; I knew that he had heard the conversation and I was glad that I didn't have to explain it to him.

When I had cried all the tears I could, I turned my face up to Paul's.

"It was him, Paul. He murdered my Father."

I was sure of it. Why else would I have had that feeling today? Why else would my stalker have mysteriously left me alone for the past few months?

Paul's lips pressed into a tight line and he nodded at me, all the assurance I needed that he believed it to be true too.

"We'll hunt him down, Hallie. And when we find him I'll rip him limb from limb."

***

The trip to Michigan to bury Dad had not been a pleasant one. We'd left as soon as the burial was over and I crawled into bed the minute we got home. I was tired. I was tired of this stalker and I was physically tired from the jet lag and the fact that I was carrying a baby.

I was pulled out of my slumber by a high pitched giggle and cracked open one of my eyes to see my niece grinning down at me from her perch in Paul's arms. I opened my other eye and smiled up at the two of them.

"Hallie." Joanna whined as her hands reached out towards me.

Paul set her down on the bed and I held open my arms for my little mini me. She settled happily against my chest and I kissed the brown curls on top of her head. Who would my stalker harm next? My brother and his family? I couldn't let that happen; I would never forgive myself if this little angel in my arms was hurt.

"Hallie, are you alright?" Paul asked as he joined the two of us on the bed.

He pulled me up against his side and let me bury my head in his chest so Joanna wouldn't see my crying. That didn't matter though; I felt her little arms wrap around me and heard her make kissy noises against my shoulder.

I pulled my face from Paul's chest and kissed the top of Joanna's head.

"I'm sorry Jo." I whispered. "How about we go eat Uncle Paul's cookies and laugh at his cooking abilities?"

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