Okay, I've been persuaded! It probably won't be as long as my last sory, but we'll see were it goes :) The bits in italics are memories, but if it gets a bit annoying reading it like that, let me no and I'll use another way to seperate the past and present in future chapters. I'm going to aim to put flashbacks in to slowly piece together what had happened between them, although they won't be in order.

So anyways, hope you like :D

Chapter 2

Jenny flopped herself down on the couch, kicking her shoes off with a sigh and curling her feet underneath her. For lack of anything better to do, she picked up the remote to flick absently through the television, barely taking in what programmes were on. After a while, she gave up and threw the remote onto the table, sinking deeper down into the cushions. She hated the silence that these weekends brought; she missed hearing Ben playing with his toys. Missed hearing him running around the house like a lunatic. Missed him crawling into her bed at all hours of the morning when he'd had a bad dream. But it's not like she could refuse to let Cutter have him; that wouldn't be fair on him, and it certainly wouldn't be fair on Ben - he loved his father so much, and he would only end up hating Jenny for keeping them apart. No, it was better this way. Maybe these free weekends would give her the opportunity to pull her life back together. She glanced at the phone, half considering calling Sarah or Abby to see if they were free to get together, but if she was honest with herself, she really couldn't be bothered going out tonight. Maybe the next night, when she was feeling a little more herself.

In truth, she hadn't been getting together as much with Abby and Sarah since the anomalies had stopped. Like Jenny, Abby had also left the ARC if favour of a job as a senior keeper at her old haunt, Wellington Zoo. Jenny was the only other person who left; seeing as there were no more creature incursions, there was no need for her to remain in the position as a PR person for the team. Not long after, she had gotten a new job as a representative of a pharmaceutical company, but she and Abby were told to be ready incase, for some reason, the anomalies started up again. Cutter, Connor and Sarah had remained at the ARC for research purposes, looking into how the anomalies came to be in the first place, and trying to predict if and when they will occur again.

Jenny was sad to leave the ARC, but she knew it was the right thing to do; at the time, she had had a two-year-old to look after. Now, however, she realised that it had been one of the best decisions of her life. Now that she and Cutter were separated, it was a massive relief to know that she didn't have to see him every day - it made things much easier.

She couldn't help her thoughts drifting to how it used to be before the incident had happened. She had fell for Cutter in a way that she hadn't even thought possible before they'd met. She had felt indescribably drawn to him, and when they had finally become a couple, it just felt right. They were the most unconventional couple ever of course, and attempting to fit a relationship around dinosaur hunting wasn't an easy feat, but they were happy. Jenny couldn't help a ghost of a smile appear on her lips as she remembered how he had proposed to her.

x x x

"How the hell did you persuade me into this?" Jenny snapped at Cutter as she threw a trail of bird seed behind them; a little group of Ornithomimus followed close behind, pecking at the muddy seed-strewn ground.

"With my dashing good looks and natural charisma?" he suggested with a slight smile as he threw a handful of bird-feed himself, watching the ostridge-like dinosaurs fondly.

Jenny snorted in way of a reply, although inwardly, she was smiling. He was such a arrogant git sometimes - although he was probably right on this particular occasion. Not that she'd ever admit that to him.

"Right, give me the bag," he said as they came up to the anomaly, gesturing at the seeds she was holding.

She handed them to him, and he paused waiting for the creatures to catch up. Once they had assembled in a slightly intimidating ring around them, Cutter threw the remainder of the bird-feed towards the anomaly. Upon hind sight, it was a very bad idea. Immediately, the dinosaurs scurried past them towards the flickering light, completely knocking both Jenny and Cutter off their feet in the fray.

Jenny landed on her back, slap-bang in a puddle of muddy water, and groaned in pain as Cutter fell on top of her, hard. The dinosaurs were all sprinting one by one into the anomaly, seeking their easy meal. Crying out in shock as the icy water soaked through her thin clothes, she felt the ground stop shaking, telling her that the creatures had all gone back to their own time, leaving Jenny and Cutter entangled together in a puddle. The mud squelched against her horribly, causing her to shudder. She was about to let her shock out as anger and blame it all on Cutter, but before she could form an argument, she felt Cutter shaking on top of her with laughter. Then, unexpected to even herself, Jenny started to giggle as well, finding his amusement infectious. She looked up at him and he beamed back down at her, raising a damp hand and brushing away a bit of dirt from her cheek. Caught up in the intimacy of it, she leaned forward and pressed her wet lips against his, and he kissed her back, running his hand up her side in a way that made her tingle.

When he pulled away, he whispered something against her lips - something that made her heart stop.

She jerked her head away from him, studying his face, but his expression remained the same.

"What - what did you just say?" she gapped when she finally found her voice again.

"Marry me," he said again in a more forceful tone.

"Are - are you crazy?" she gasped, wondering if he was joking or not.

"Probably," he said with a smile. "But that doesn't mean I'm not serious."

She was about to tell him to get a grip - like she'd ever accept a marriage proposal whilst they were sopping wet in a dirty puddle! But the words stuck in her throat before she could get them out, and she remained silent, staring into those piercing blue eyes that she so often found herself getting lost in these days.

"Yes," she breathed eventually, taking both herself and Cutter by surprise.

"Really?" he said, his tone more serious now.

"Yes," she repeated immediately, knowing that she had probably lost her marbles. It was madness - they hadn't even been dating that long! But she loved him; it had taken her enough time to realise that, and there was no way she was going to let him slip through her fingers.

He grinned in a very un-Cutter like way and took her lips again, as usual conveying his uncanny ability to communicate better through his actions rather than his words.

x x x

The memory cut into her hard, and she pressed her finger tips into her eyes to try and release some of the tension. But the recollection kept on flowing, and she seemed to be powerless to stop it. They were in love, and for a long time they were happy together. Blissful even. Although she remembered thinking that it was all going to fall apart when she found out she was pregnant.

x x x

Jenny gripped the side of the toilet bowl, her head spinning as she retched again, unable to draw a breath before the next wave of sickness washed over her. What she hated most about this was she never got sick, and yet here she was, off work, and vomiting unstoppably into the toilet. As the nausea subsided, she sat back on the bathroom floor with a groan, pushing her sweat-dampened hair away from her face. She didn't bother moving far away from the toilet, as she knew as soon as she did, a fresh batch of sickness would envelop her. With another groan, she buried her head in her hands. What the hell was wrong with her? She hadn't felt like this since she had been given food poisoning on a holiday in Thailand. But she knew it couldn't be food poisoning this time - she had barely eaten anything all week. Maybe she should go to the doctors? But knowing them, they'd just say she was pregnant -

At that thought, her head snapped up. She couldn't be . . . could she? She did a quick calculation in her head . . . oh dear . . .

She scowled to herself and ran her shaking hands over her face. How had she not realised sooner? She had been so busy with work and everything, but still, women were meant to know these things weren't they? Clutching her stomach as the nausea threatened to take over again, she staggered to her feet, leaning against the wall for support. She needed to know for sure.

Later on that evening, she heard the door slam shut, telling her that Cutter was home. Heart hammering, she looked around as he strode into the room, smiling st her as soon as their gazes met. Oh God, how do you tell a man his life was about to change for ever? They had talked about children before they had gotten married, and they had both agreed without question that they shouldn't for the foreseeable future. After all, their job was very dangerous - it would be selfish and reckless of them to bring a child into this mess. The decision had sat very well with Jenny, as she had never been baby-crazy in the first place, and from the impression Cutter gave out, he wasn't exactly fatherhood material.

Dear god, why did this have to happen? They were happy the way things were, and now everything was going to change. Worst still, would Cutter blame her for it? Would he think that she had purposely planned it?

"Hiya, are you feeling better?" he asked kindly, kissing her on the forehead and taking a seat next to her on the couch.

"A little," she replied shortly, trying to steady her quivering voice - maybe she should wait a little longer before telling him . . .

She glanced around at him and saw that he was watching her with a concerned look on his face.

"What?" she asked bluntly.

He gently pressed the back of his hand up against her cheek and then her forehead.

"You're still quite clammy," he stated in a tense voice, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"I'm fine," she insisted, jerking her head away from his cool touch.

He sat back, frowning as he continued to watch her. "I'm taking you to the doctors tomorrow," he said in a tone that clearly implied there was to be no negotiation.

"No - "

"No arguments Jenny," he interrupted sternly. "You've been ill for a week now."

"I'm telling you, I'm fine," she snapped, feeling flustered.

"People don't just throw up for no reason you know!" he exclaimed hotly. "It's not normal - "

"Nick, if I thought it was something to worry about, I would go the doctors," she said in a friendlier tone, more because her abrasiveness was leading to more questions. "But I promise you, I'm fine."

"Well what's wrong then?" he pushed, clearly not letting the matter rest. "You're being sick all the time, you've lost your appetite, you've been feeling faint for days. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were . . ." he trailed off absently.

Unable to stop herself, she looked up at him, knowing that he'd read everything in her eyes.

His expression changed from impassive to completely dumfounded in a few seconds flat.

"Are . . . are you . . .?" he breathed, his eyes widening in shock.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before looking back around at him, nodding.

"But - but how . . .?" he gapped, his face still frozen in a look of disbelief.

She let out a hollow laugh, even though there was nothing remotely funny about the situation. "Well if you need that explaining to you Nick - "

"No, I know how," he stammered, running his hand over his forehead. "It's just . . .wow . . ."

"I know," she sighed, not finding his reaction the least bit comforting. "I know it's huge, and it's not exactly what we planned, but - "

He cut her off by placing his hands on her shoulders, holding her firmly and looking her directly in the eye.

"I have never been more thrilled about anything in my life," he said clearly.

Then he smiled, his eyes crinkling in happiness, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her. Everything was going to be fine.

x x x

Jenny opened her eyes, annoyed that she had allowed herself to reminisce for that long. What was the point? It was all in the past, and she shouldn't be digging it up again. All it would do is cause her more pain. She should just learn to be thankful of what she had; a beautiful son, a nice house, a well-paid job, and good friends.

What more could a person want?