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A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a while; I've just been so busy... This is the second of a three-parter chapter.

I meant to ask this a little earlier on, I have decided names; but would you like a boy or a girl? Review and tell me! I have decided to turn this into a saga; so 5 more chapters after this one :)

Sorry about stringing you on about the wedding thing... but it's in the next chapter for definite, and there is a surprise returning, late, wedding guest... Go on, review and guess who it is! It's kinda obvious...

I've found someone who thinks it's funny to copy chapters of my story. I don't mind if people ask me before 'borrowing' storylines or plots, but stealing? I was outraged when I found out. I just want to see if anyone else has noticed, and I hope that nothing like this happens to anyone else...

DDM x

Warren paused for a moment before striking her across the face. Kirsty didn't even bother to protest; it'd be over quicker this way. "I should just kill you now..."

Warren threw her onto the ground, and started throwing blows at her stomach. She tried to move, but he just pushed her head back down onto the cold tiles with a smack.

"Why don't you then?" she spat, flinching again as his face came close to her's. She could feel his breath on her face, as he grabbed her arm, dragging her up with him.

"Because it's much more fun this way," he laughed, and it made Kirsty sick to the stomach thinking about it. There were tears rolling down her face now, as she tried to escape. "You don't deny any of the affairs then?" he smirked, but she shook her head, afraid of the monster before her.

"I never had an affair, Warren, how many times?"

"LIAR! Stop telling me LIES!" he yelled, slapping her across the face again. He seemed to keep hitting and kicking her long after she fell unconscious.

"Kirsty..."

"Kirsty..."

"Kirsty!"

AdamPOV

"Kirsty... Kirsty... Kirsty!" I tried shaking her awake. She was shifting on the sofa, lying down. She was having a nightmare.

Her eyes snapped open, her forehead lined with sweat. "Warren... he was there... He hurt me... I felt him... Help me!" she cried, and she fell forward into my arms, sobbing onto my shirt. I cradled her close, whispering comforts into her ear.

"What happened Kirsty?" I asked, if it wasn't obvious already.

"I fell asleep, I had a nightmare. Warren... He was there; he tried to hurt me... I could feel it!" she cried. She quickly reached for her forehead, but there was nothing there.

"Kirst, you had a nightmare. Warren can't hurt you now," I explained, but she looked at me as if I'd gone mad.

"No, Warren was there, I could feel him, hear him, touch him... see him..." she shook in my arms.

"Kirsty-" I held her face in my hands, "Warren is dead - he died in Holby ED from a DVT, me, Zoe, we both saw it happen - and did Kathy. Kirsty please..." I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine, and she could tell I wasn't lying to her.

"Thank you, Adam."

"For what?" I asked, hugging her to me again.

"For everything, you're my world, and I love you, with all my heart. I don't know what I'd do it I lost you."

"And I don't know what I'd do without you, Kirsty! You've given me quite a few scares with what happened with Warren."

She looked down at her lap, blushing slightly and started fiddling with her engagement ring.

"That reminds me, I've got you a present," I smiled. I reached into my bag and held out a CD for her. She stared at me, confused. The CD case was blank, and as she opened it a slip of paper glided out and landed on her leg.

"It's got all the wedding songs on it, so you can keep them forever," I smiled and she kissed my cheek.

"You soppy git Ad, thank you," she said kissing me on the lips, and I responded with equal fervour. She pulled away, leaning her forehead onto mine, "I'm sorry about earlier, I just blanked out," she said.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Kirsty. It's not your fault. Now come on," I offered her my hand, "Let's go and grab something to eat."

Using my hand for support, she pulled herself up of the sofa, but her face paled immediately. She swayed on the spot for a few moments, "I think I'm gonna be sick," she said, rushing towards the kitchen. She reached the sink and vomited into it.

I approached her, and rubbed circles on her back, holding her hair back as she vomited again. "You okay?" I asked, and she nodded, placing her hands either side of the sink and resting her forehead on the cool surface.

"Yeah, must have just been something I ate. Where's Nita?" she asked, looking around for her daughter.

"At one of her mate's - Olivia's or something," I told her, and she relaxed slightly.

"Okay, I need a lie down," she said, making her way back to the settee. I followed her, propping her head up with a pillow, as it helped with the feeling of nausea if the head was elevated.

"Are you sure it was something you ate?" I asked her and she nodded.

KirstyPOV

I felt awful.

Awful didn't even cover it. Dreadful, appalling, terrible, horrid - none could describe how I was feeling. I thought someone had taken out my insides, shaken them up and thrown them back. And that didn't even come close.

Adam fetched me a glass of water and two paracetamol for the cracking headache I was starting to get.

I went upstairs, closely followed by Adam to get changed into something looser and more comfortable, I was running a temperature. I shut the door on him before he came in; I wasn't in the mood for him to be fussing over my every move.

A thought crossed my mind. I reached into my bag and pulled out the box I had purchased at the chemists three months back. No, I thought, I couldn't be... I headed into the bathroom and opened the box.

I stared at the stick in my hand. Sixteen years ago was the last time this happened. I wasn't ready for it to happen again.

The two blue lines glared at me. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and headed out of the bathroom, changed into my tracksuit bottoms and a loose t-shirt and headed out to find Adam.

He was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper he must've bought while he was out. I headed over to him and pulled him to myself, squeezing him tight.

"I need to tell you something..." I began.

"What? Kirst?" he asked, cupping my face in his hands like he always seemed to do now.

"I'm pregnant."

A/N: That's all you're getting because I'm mean! Remember, the wedding is next, so don't miss it! It should be up before Friday, as I'm back on track now!

DDM x