Heartbeat

WARNING: RATED "M" FOR BRIEF SEXUAL CONTENT

In the mere days since Emily found out she was pregnant Ryan had got into the habit of constantly asking "are you sure you're allowed to eat that?"

In an effort to save money and as well as for health reasons, Emily now started packing her lunch and snacks for the day now. One particular morning she was packing for a long day and her husband noticed that next to her two roast beef with mustard sandwiches, fruit cup and small container of baby carrots was a mini bag of cheese puffs and two snack packs of chocolate chip cookies.

"Are you allowed to have those?" Ryan asked.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his wife he couldn't help himself.

"Yes, dear," Emily said. "I'm pregnant. Not dead."

At this rate he wouldn't survive to meet the baby. It was a good thing Ryan didn't see the four bite size bars in the bottom of of the rest of the food. He would have really nagged her. Emily thought she was doing good, she was a junk food junkie in at least temporary recovery. This level of junk food was low for her. As the first few weeks of her pregnancy continued to go by with complications or sickness, Emily was pleased. She looked forward to getting past the twelve week point when she didn't have to worry about miscarriage so much. There wasn't any history of miscarriage in her birth family, though she had been loved as their own and raised by the Studman family she had knowledge and sporadic contact with her birth family most of her life. The family had wanted to adopt her but her biological parents wouldn't allow it and a judge wouldn't force it. When Emily turned eighteen she thought about legally changing her last name but realized it was only paper. And now she was no longer Emily Jaxson. She was Emily Wolfe. Though she didn't have any room for her biological family in her life, Emily was glad to have her full medical family history for her peace of mind.

The mother-to-be noticed she was beginning to get a small belly now. It probably wasn't going to be long before she had to shop for new clothes. Ryan had also noticed the differences in his wife's body and captivated. If it was possible they enjoyed and made love more now. Ryan had heard that pregnancy made a woman's body much more sensitive and she often climaxed quicker and more often.

And it was correct.

Not that Ryan minded; the more satisfaction his wife he bought his wife, the better. Plus thought they'd better get all the sex in they could now. Once the baby was here things were going to be different.

"You never thought twice about marrying Ryan so soon?" One of her co-workers asked her during lunch.

"Nope," Emily replied, chewing on her sandwich. "If we didn't have to get separated, we would have been married long ago. Once I found him, I wasn't letting him go again."

Ryan had told his friends the same; if it wasn't for the separation, he would have long been a married man, hopefully with children.

Emily's first ultrasound was coming up in two days and she and Ryan were both excited. The doctor was able to schedule it so it was on Ryan's lunch break so he could be there. She had asked Emily if her husband had hoped to view the ultrasound because in her experience there were husbands who were indifferent. When Emily had answered in the affirmative she asked if there a good time for Ryan. When the only time was his lunch break she penciled the two in. The couple would have to arrive and leave separately but that didn't matter.

"Big day, huh?" Horatio asked Ryan.

Ryan grinned.

"Yeah. Can't wait."

"Cubby" as the team had nicknamed the unborn child didn't look that much like a baby right now. However his or her mother and father cried, kissing each other watching the tiny being move on the screen and hearing the heartbeat. The baby's head and tiny body was visible, the spine being prominent. The limbs were stubby and very tiny fingers and toes could be seen. Emily had gained a little less than fours pounds which was normal. The doctor told them Emily should gain three pounds to four pounds before the next appointment in two weeks and two pounds after that. When the couple didn't have any questions she printed off three copies on the ultrasound.

"One for each of you and one for the baby book," she said.

"So that's your kid, huh?" Frank teased. "Cute. Must take after Emily."