Lying in his bed, James thought about all that had happened that day. He was supposed to take Lucy to a new fancy restaurant that had opened near them, but instead they stayed home and spent Valentine's Day in her apartment. He had thoughts of cooking her dinner, but being inexperienced in that area they ordered in from the local deli.

"I forgot to give her the gift!" He smacked his forehead. Sitting on his desk was a black leather bound notebook wrapped in silver and pink wrapping paper. She always carried around this ratty cheap notebook to write her songs in and he thought she'd enjoy something more sophisticated. Plus, it just screamed "Lucy Stone" when he saw it in the store.

Not wasting another second James jumped out of bed, threw on a shirt, grabbed the gift, and left the apartment hoping not to wake his roommate, Carlos, who was finally getting good sleep since his concussion, on the way out.

He knocked softly on Lucy's door and not even a minute later she appeared, rumpled pajamas and wild hair. After taking one look at her he pulled her into a deep, satisfying kiss.

"Can't sleep, either?" She asked once they broke apart.

"Forgot to give you your gift." He handed her the box.

"Oh, yeah," she chuckled. "Yours is in my room."

Together they sat on her bed opening their belated Valentine's gifts. James watched Lucy finger the cover of the journal. She opened it to find on the first page a poem written by James.

I did not know the meaning of true love

Until I met you

I did not know how to give my heart away

Until I met you

You teach me to let go of everything

What I thought I was

Become the man I know I truly can be

You keep me going

When I get too crazy you keep me calm

Always keep me free

You are my first, my last, and now my only

I want it to be

Nothing can change how I feel about you

I have been tested

Never did I know the meaning of true love

Yes, you are the one

Lucy wiped a tear away.

"I'm such a sap, crying at this. Thanks. I love you, too."

James wanted to kiss her again but he refrained in order to open his gift—a long slender box. Taking the top off, he revealed a black leather necklace with a pink and purple pick attached as a charm. The guitar pick read "Lucy Stone Euro '13."

"That pick, I used that, that's from the first concert after we, you know, after our kiss."

James clipped it around his neck.

"I'll never take it off."

"You don't have to do that. It's just a necklace. I mean…"

"It's a token of your love and whenever I look at it I'll remember the night my dream came true." He fingered the pick slowly.

"The dream to be a star?"

"To kiss you, you dork." He leaned over and embraced her in another kiss. She smacked him on the shoulder, he guessed for calling her a dork, and then accepted his lips on hers. The two ended up falling onto the bed still embraced in each other. James wiped hair from Lucy's forehead and looked into her brown eyes.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

"I feel like a slug," she admitted.

"What?"

"I haven't felt great all week."

"Is that why you've been avoiding me?" He'd barely spent five minutes with Lucy at any given time that week and it had him worried that maybe their date on Friday would not be going as planned. As it turned out, it didn't, but not in the way James imagined.

"I didn't want to worry you and I also didn't want you to catch whatever it was I had."

"Well, you know, they do say pregnancy is contagious."

"Haha." She smacked his bicep. "You're okay with this?"

"What? Oh, you being pregnant? I guess."

"You guess?"

"I haven't really had time to process it. I thought one day I'd have kids, you know. Just didn't think it'd be this soon."

"Do you—do you not want the baby?" Lucy asked on the verge of tears.

"No, Babe, I do. More than anything. I want to be the father of your child."

"Good news, you are."

The next morning James woke up with his arms around Lucy and her head snuggled into his chest. There was a spot of drool on his arm and while most people might think that's gross he thought it was cute. He had to be careful for he didn't know how morning sickness worked. He didn't want to wake her or make her sick or something. He watched her eyelids flutter and wondered what she dreamed about.

He couldn't believe inside of her was a baby. His baby. A baby he and she made together. A little piece of him. Well, it wasn't much of a baby, yet, just cells or so, but it was a baby, not so much a breathing thing yet, he didn't think, but a baby nonetheless. She didn't look pregnant, not that he knew what a woman should look like at this stage of pregnancy, whatever stage it was that Lucy was at. It had been almost a month and a half since they did have sex, so it couldn't be more than that. He wasn't sure how that worked. This was Logan's territory, not his.

Ugh. His arm tingled from falling asleep. He needed to move it, but he didn't want to wake Lucy. But, if he didn't move his arm soon he didn't know what would happen.

"Mmhmm."

He brushed Lucy's forehead with his free hand as she shifted slightly. Her eyes blinked open. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could she jumped out of bed and made for the bathroom.

"Morning sickness," James thought, "but at least I can move my arm." It hit him he should help her or at the very least be by her side so he ran to the bathroom himself.

After emptying only a small amount into the toilet Lucy turned to James.

"You don't have to follow me every time I have to throw up."

"I feel guilty."

"I had a hand in it, too."

"Yeah, but, you're the only one taking the beating."

Lucy nodded.

"Well, thank you for caring." She went to brush her teeth when she sighed. "I have a recording session today. I don't feel like singing one bit."

"Just call in sick." James rubbed Lucy's back as she squirted toothpaste on her toothbrush.

"He'll ask why," she replied with the toothbrush in her mouth.

"Tell him the truth."

Lucy's eyes widened and she looked ready to slap James.

"Tell him you threw up this morning and your stomach feels funny."

After Lucy finished brushing her teeth the two went back to her room when James's phone rang.

"Hey, where are you?" Logan asked over the line.

"Lucy's."

"Oh. How is she?"

He looked at his girlfriend who lay back down on her bed. He really hoped the pregnancy wasn't going to be a hard one on her.

"She's, well, you know, morning sickness." James sat down next to Lucy and rubbed his thumb over her hand.

"Oh yeah. That can be brutal."

"Yeah, so, I think we're just gonna stay here today and…"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. We're going down to the pool if you want to join us."

"Maybe later."

He hung up his phone and turned to ask Lucy if she wanted to go to the pool, but she had fallen asleep. The look on her face made it hard to disturb her. She needed to call her manager, but maybe he'd do it for her. She was already doing so much for him.

James and Lucy are the main characters of the main plot, but they aren't the only ones with surprises. Just like the previous this is a full-every-boy's-involved story.

Rusher-Driver: Sounds like an interesting story I'll have to check out.