Two months later

Mary Ann walked out by the water with a basket of laundry when she spotted her redheaded friend sitting in front of a bucket of soapy water with one of the Professor's shirts in her hands. "Ginger." She said setting the basket down. "Are you okay?

"I feel awful." The movie star groaned.

"I thought you weren't feeling so great." The farm girl said. "You looked pretty green at breakfast this morning and you weren't kissing the Professor like you normally do." Mary Ann stated. "You didn't seem to have much of an appetite either although you did eat pretty good last night."

"I don't know what's wrong with me." Ginger said moaning again. "I just…Oh…I think I'm going go be sick…" With that she bent over and heaved.

MaryAnn rushed over to her. "Ginger…you okay? You want me to get the Professor?" She asked worried about her friend.

"No. He's busy. I don't want to bother him." Ginger replied. "I'll be okay I probably just…Oh God…" Another wave of nausea overtook the glamorous movie star and she couldn't fight it. She sat up feeling mortified that anyone saw her in such a state.

"I'm going to get the Professor." Mary Ann said standing up.

"No!" Ginger exclaimed. "I don't want him to see me like this. I want him to remember the beautiful woman I was."

Mary Ann couldn't help but smile. "Ginger you know darn well the Professor will always think you are beautiful no matter what. Come on." She said taking her hand and helping her up. "Let's get you back to your hut. We can find the Professor on the way."

Ginger reluctantly allowed Mary Ann to lead her back towards camp even though the thought of her husband seeing her in such a state mortified her. The two did come upon the Professor who was helping Skipper build a new fishing raft. He looked up and saw his wife. He dropped his tools and hurried over. "Ginger." He said. "Are you alright? What happened?"

Mary Ann spoke. "She was washing clothes by the lagoon and she got sick all of a sudden. She was looking green earlier at breakfast. I think it caught up with her."

"Ginger." The Professor said addressing his wife. "I told you to go back to the hut. You said you weren't feeling all that great."

"I just thought I would do something to take my mind off of it." Ginger explained. "I guess it didn't work…Oh no…" Another round of nausea and Ginger was helpless to stop it. The Professor held her as she heaved yet again. She lifted her head up horrified that her husband was a witness to such an event.

Skipper walked over to the pair. "You want me to help you take her back to your hut?" He asked of the Professor. "She looks awfully weak. Maybe she caught some stomach bug."

"That is possible." The Professor said. "I think I can manage bringing her to the hut. Why don't you go fetch Mrs. Howell for me. She has the medicine bag from when Mr. Howell was ill a few weeks ago."

"Right away Professor." Skipper said as he headed off in the direction of the Howell hut.

The Professor carefully picked up his wife and carried her towards their hut. Ginger looked at her husband forlornly. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I must look terrible to you."

"You could never look terrible to me my love." He replied as they approached the door of the hut. He opened it and brought Ginger inside taking her to the bedroom and setting her down on the bed. "I just want you to be well."

"You think Skipper is right and this could just be some stomach bug?" Ginger asked. "Maybe it's the same one that Mr. Howell had caught."

"I'm not sure." The Professor replied. "I don't recall Mr. Howell getting as sick as you just had but it is a possibility you could have contracted a stomach aliment."

Ginger hoped that is all it was and it would go away quickly. She hated being sick. Yes having her darling husband take care of her would be a plus. She recalled a time before she and the Professor were together that she had fallen ill and he tended to her. It was wonderful. He was so kind and caring. It made her love him more. She smiled to herself recalling how he had to rub the vapor rub on her chest. The things she felt when his strong hands were on her skin…it gave her thrills up her spine. He was so tender and sweet. Many times she had wished she would fall ill again so he could take care of her. However this is not exactly what she had in mind. The last thing she wanted was him to see her vomiting.

"Professor! Ginger!" Mrs. Howell's voice called out. "Are you in there?"

"Yes Mrs. Howell." The Professor answered. "Please come in. We're in the bedroom."

Mrs. Howell made her way inside and came up the couple. She noticed Ginger. "Dear you look terrible." She said shaking her head.

"I feel terrible." Ginger sighed. "I look hideous. Just hideous."

The Professor leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You are still beautiful."

Ginger smiled. "Isn't he wonderful." She said to Mrs. Howell. "He loves me."

"Quite so." She agreed. "Skipper says you needed the medicine bag." She said handing the black leather bag to the Professor. Is Ginger going to be okay?"

"I think she will be." The Professor answered.

"Is it the same thing Thurston had?" The socialite asked. "That was just dreadful."

"I'm not sure." He said. "I'll need to run some tests and find out what we are dealing with."

Mrs. Howell nodded. "Okay. Well you call me if you need anything. You feel better dear." She said patting Ginger's hand.

"Thank you Mrs. Howell." Ginger said with a small smile. After Mrs. Howell left hse turned to her husband. "Am I going to die?"

The Professor couldn't help but smile at his wife. "No my love you are not dying."

"You sure?" She asked not convinced.

"I'm very sure." He said kissing her once more. The Professor dug into the bag and got out a needle.

Ginger looked at him. "What are you doing with that?"

"I need to draw some blood so I can assess if you have contracted a type of virus." He explained.

"Do you have to?" She asked with a pout.

"I'm sorry my love I know this is not pleasant but it must be done. Now hold still."

Ginger winced as he stuck the needle. "All done." He said. "Now you just lie there and get some rest."

"Okay." She said as she laid back on the bed.

The Professor stood up and kissed her one last time before heading out of the bedroom. He walked over to his lab table and got to work. Truth was he was concerned with how quickly Ginger had fallen ill. He was thinking it was possible she didn't have a stomach bug but something else and he was fairly certain what that something else was.

Laundry Area

"Wow." said Gilligan after Mary Ann relayed the story to him. "Is Ginger going to be okay?"

"I hope so." Mary Ann said fastening Skipper's shirt to the clothes line. "She looked just terrible at breakfast."

Gilligan nodded. "Yeah she wasn't kissing the Professor like she always does. I thought something wasn't right. You think we should make her some soup or something to make her feel better." He asked picking up a shirt of Mr. Howell's.

Mary Ann smiled. "I think that would be nice gesture." She said. "You are very thoughtful Gilligan." She then placed a kiss on his cheek.

He gulped and then stammered something unintelligible. Now he knew how the Professor felt when Ginger…wait why would he feel like the Professor felt when Ginger…He shook that thought from his head. "Thanks Mary Ann." He managed to spit out.

The two finished hanging the laundry and then headed off to make that soup for Ginger. Mary Ann stirred the ingredients they gathered in the pot. "I hope this helps." She said. "I hate seeing anyone look so sick. I remember back in Kansas when were kids and got sick. Mom used to make us homemade chicken soup. It was the best." She giggled. "You know one time my sister and I pretended to be sick just so we could get a bowl of that delicious soup. My father caught on to our act and pretended to fall ill as well. I think Mom knew but she didn't seem to mind."

"Your mom sounds like a swell lady." Gilligan said.

"She is." Mary Ann smiled. "She taught me all about cooking and baking and sewing. I made a lot of my own dresses back home. She also taught me how to tend to the animals. She was great with them. Especially the horses. Dad taught me everything else. How build a fence, fix a fence, plow…all that. "

"Did you like living on a farm?" Gilligan asked.

Mary Ann nodded. "I did. I think I liked the animals the most. You know I used to help Dr. Wellcott at this veterinary clinic every other weekend. I enjoyed it so much. He used to tell me I would make an excellent veterinarian. I thought about going to school for it."

"I think you would make a good animal doctor too." Gilligan said. "If we ever get rescued maybe you could still go to school for that."

"I might." Mary Ann said. "I think this soup is just about ready. Why don't you get a tray and we can bring it to Ginger."

"Right away Mary Ann." Gilligan said rushing off to the food hut to retrieve a tray.

Mary Ann's mind turned back to Ginger's condition. She really hoped she would be okay and that the Professor could help with whatever was ailing her.

Ginger and the Professor's Hut

The Professor stared at the test results. It wasn't that he wasn't expecting those results it's just that he thought perhaps…but there it was. He got up from his table and walked back to the bedroom. Ginger was propped up against pillows reading from one of his books. Her favorite one A World of Facts.

"How are you feeling?" He asked of her.

"Much better." Ginger said. "Maybe it's not a stomach bug. Maybe it was something I ate or maybe it was just nothing."

"Actually my love it is something." He said seriously.

Ginger placed the book down. "It is?" She said.

"Yes it is. I ran the blood test and it is most definitely something." The Professor replied.

"What is it?" Ginger asked afraid to hear the answer.

Before the Professor could respond there was a knock on their door. "It's Mary Ann and Gilligan." Mary Ann said. "Can we come in? We brought some soup for Ginger."

"Yeah we thought it may make her feel better." Gilligan said.

"Come on in." The Professor said.

The two young castaways entered and found the couple in the bedroom. Gilligan set the tray down by Ginger. "You feeling any better?" He asked.

"I was." Ginger said. " Roy said I have something and he was going to tell me what it was."

"Oh." Mary Ann said. "Well we should get out of your way…"

"No." Ginger said taking the farm girl's hand. "I want you to stay. I need support when I find out whatever horrible disease I have.'

The Professor smiled at his wife. "My love you do not have any horrible disease. What you have is our child growing inside you."

Ginger stared at him. "What?"

"You are pregnant." He replied. "You are going to have a baby."

The movie star sat there still staring in disbelief. "I'm….I'm going to have a baby?"

"Yes that is quite correct. A baby." The Professor stated.

A smile spread across the movie star's face and she jumped out of bed almost knocking down Mary Ann and Gilligan in the process as she threw her arms around her husband. "Darling!" She said. "I'm going to have your baby! Oh I'm so happy! I love you!" With that she smothered him with a hundred kisses. "I love you I love you!" She exclaimed.

Mary Ann smiled at the two. "Congratulations!" She said. "This is wonderful news! I'm so happy for you two!' She went over and hugged the pair. "You will make great parents. I know you will!" She let go. "Oh can I please be the baby's aunt! Please!"

Ginger laughed. "Honey of course you are going to be the baby's aunt!" She said. "And Gilligan you can be the baby's uncle."

"Oh boy!' He said. "I was never an uncle before! Wow! This is great! You are going to have a baby! What's it going to be? A boy or a girl?"

The Professor spoke. "We don't know that yet. We won't find out until it's born."

"Oh." Gilligan said. "Well I hope it's a boy. I could take him fishing and butterfly hunting."

"I hope it's a girl." Mary Ann said. "I could help her learn to bake and sew…"

Ginger giggled. "I think you both are getting ahead of yourselves. Let's just wait till the baby is born."

"You're right." Mary Ann said. "But just the same I'm going to make some cute dresses just in case it is a girl."

"I'm going to make a small butterfly net in case it is a boy." Gilligan said.

The two rushed off to their tasks leaving the Professor and Ginger alone.

"I think the are more excited then we are." The Professor quipped.

Ginger smiled at him. "You excited about having a baby with me?"

"Very much so." He said holding her closer. "I cannot think of anyone I would rather have be the mother of my children. Except maybe Erika…"

"Roy!" She said glaring at him. "Don't you even.."

The Professor pulled her in closer and kissed her lips. "I love you my beautiful redheaded angel."

"I love you my dreamy scientist." She brought her lips back to his and kissed him once again. She let go and looked down at her midsection. "It's amazing that there is life inside me." She said. "I am just in awe that I am carrying life."

"It is incredible." He said placing his hand on her stomach. "Our child is in there. And in about nine months we will get to meet him or her."

Ginger sat down on the bed. "You know it's funny."

"What is?" He asked.

"You go through your life thinking about yourself and your future and then…well now going back to Hollywood and being a big star doesn't seem as important. I mean it's not that I don't want to it's just…well now it's about the baby. It's not about me anymore. It's about our little baby." She said. "You know what I mean."

"I do." He said. "Everything else doesn't seem to matter as much. What matters is the baby. The kind of life he or she will have. Making sure they have everything they need. That's what matters now."

"You think we will be good parents?" Ginger asked.

"I think we will do our best to be as good of parents as we can be. No one will love this child more than we do." The Professor replied. "Knowing this baby is a part of you makes me love it even more."

Ginger smiled. "I hope Gilligan is right and it's a boy."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I want him to be just like you." With that she pressed her lips to his and they fel back on the bed holding each other tight.

The kiss broke and Ginger looked at her husband. "I wish I could tell my mother she is going to be a grandmother. You know she always bugged me about that."

"My mother was the same way. Always hounding me that she wanted me to find a woman to settle down with so that I could make her a grandmother." He said.

"They would be so happy wouldn't they?" She said.

"I think they most certainly would."

"You think your mother would like me?" Ginger asked.

"My mother would be crazy about you." The Professor said sitting up and gathering her in his arms. "You are just the type of woman she would want me to have a life with. She said I needed more excitement in my life. She said I needed a woman with more flare. I think you fit that just perfectly." He said kissing the top of her head.

Ginger smiled. "I know my mother would adore you. She told me I needed to find a decent man. She never liked any of the men I dated. Told me they were all rats. You know she was right. They were. Mom told me I needed to find a more serious man. One who was considerate and caring. Darling you certainly fit that description."

"What about your father?" The Professor asked. "I know that they can be protective of their daughters."

Ginger giggled. "Darling I think you would have to worry more about my brother. He was always way more protective of me than Dad was and Dad was pretty protective. My brother had a way of interrogating the men I dated. And when I say interrogate I mean just that."

"I see." He said. "Well if I do get to meet your brother I hope I live up to his standards."

"I think you will." She said. "What about your brother? Would he approve of me?"

"I can say for certain my brother would think very highly of you." The Professor answered. "He was always after me to find a woman. Told me I spent too much time researching useless things and that I needed a woman in my life. He said the old librarian Mrs. Marks did not count."

"He sounds like quite a character. I hope I can meet him someday." She said.

"I do too." The Professor said. "In the meantime we are just going to concentrate on giving our new baby everything we can."

Ginger nodded. "We may not have much on this island but our child is going to have a good life. The best we can give."