Juliet sat on the floor of the bathroom, her eyes squeezed tight, attempting to let the latest wave of nausea pass without vomiting again. Frustration flooded over her as she slumped back onto the cool rim of the bathtub. The linoleum felt cool against her sweaty forehead, and she focused on taking deep breaths.

"Hey, Babe!" she faintly heard Shawn yelling before her stomach twisted again and she jumped forward onto her knees and began coughing.

"Jules!" She watched in the reflection of the toilet water as two hands reached out to pull her hair out of her face. She felt her hair twist around Shawn's hand before he began rubbing her back, his short fingernails tracing circles around her spine. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Juliet said, spitting into the toilet and shifting to lean against the wall of the shower. "I've just been a bit nauseous."

"Still?" Shawn asked. He filled up a cup next to the sink and handed it to her to rinse out her mouth. "Didn't that stop after a few months," he hesitated, "…last time?"

She heard the pause. The unspoken fear that drifted between them any time they thought about last time. Afraid to bring up what happened. Afraid to jinx it.

"Yeah, well, it usually stops after the first trimester, but it will not let up this time." She sighed, readjusting so she could stand to brush her teeth.

"Well, my dad is waiting for us and if we don't get there soon, he's going to start calling Gus."

"Alright, Mr. Responsible," Juliet said, rolling her eyes. "When did this happen?"

"Apparently being in charge of someone else's child is very difficult, and I have since learned how to tell time. Hold your applause."

"Wow," Juliet said. She rounded the corner for their closet, searching for a new, not damp, shirt. "I'm impressed."

"You should be," Shawn said, following her. "It was very difficult. It's so much easier to just show up, but apparently Ms. Christy doesn't like that."

"Oh, Ms. Christy doesn't like that?" Juliet asked, her eyes dancing across her responsible husband's face. It was a good look on him.

She pulled her shirt over her head and was about to replace it when she felt a wiggle hit the inside of her abdomen. Her eyes got wide and she put her hand on her stomach. Shawn watched her in silence, concern filling his eyes.

"Sweetheart," he took a step forward and reached his hand out for her. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Under her hand, Juliet felt it. She actually felt it. She had never felt it before. She hadn't made it that far… last time.

"It's kicking!" She cried, her heart beating faster. Emotions filled her eyes with tears and she put her free hand over her mouth. "I feel it!"

She reached out for Shawn's hand and placed it on the side of her stomach, watching his eyes watching her stomach. They stood quietly, their anxious breaths synced, waiting for it to happen again. Suddenly, Shawn's eyes got wide and he looked up to match her shining gaze.

"Was that-" he couldn't finish. Juliet smiled and nodded, the tears trickling down her cheeks.

"That's our baby," She giggled as Shawn wrapped his arms around her bare top, squeezing her into a hug.

"That's our baby," he echoed, breathlessly.

She was sad to feel his warm arms unfold across her back. Still overcome with excitement, she pulled a baggy autumn colored sweater over her emerging belly and walked over to the dresser to pull out an envelope. Pulling out a fuzzy, black and white picture, she turned around to her husband who was still watching her in awe.

"Do you want to tell your Dad?"

Shawn smiled. "Are you sure you're ready?"

Juliet put her hand over her stomach again and felt two little flutters against her palm. "I'm ready. We both are."

They drove easily to Henry's apartment, both feeling like they were floating on clouds. As Juliet drove, Shawn kept one hand on her stomach while indulging her with stories of him and Gus babysitting Lily.

"Nice of you to join me!" Henry said as soon as Shawn knocked on the front door. "I was just about to call Gus."

Juliet coughed softly to stifle a giggle and looked down at the ground to avoid Shawn's pointed "I told you so" look.

"It was my fault," Juliet said, letting Shawn lead her gently into the house from behind. "I was caught up working on some paperwork and I got home a little late."

"Right, of course," Henry said, walking into the kitchen, still talking "well, if the turkey's a little dry, it's on you!"

"It's turkey. It's dry." Shawn whispered to Juliet as he pulled out her seat for her at the table.

"Not that anyone actually comes to Thanksgiving dinner for the turkey, anyways," Henry said, his arms loaded with a few hot trays from the oven. "It is decidedly the driest of all of the meats."

"Why the pilgrims couldn't have introduced the Indians to a pot roast is beyond me!" Shawn spoke on top of his father, having memorized his "turkey is the driest meat" speech that inevitably came up every year on Thanksgiving.

"I'm sure it will be wonderful, Henry," Juliet said, smiling. But the collection of new smells hit her stomach and caused it to instantly flip. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a few short breaths through her mouth, and continued walking into the kitchen.

You okay? Shawn mouthed.

She gave a quiet nod, reaching out to grab the glass of water in front of her and took a few tiny sips.

Through the top of the glass she saw Shawn place a small bowl of peas on the table and slide into the seat next to her. He reached out and grabbed her sweaty hand.

"You going to make it?" He whispered as Henry walked over with a pot of roasted potatoes.

"Everything looks beautiful, Henry," Juliet said, but she was anxiously squeezing Shawn's hand tighter.

"Thank you, Juliet," Henry said, looking proudly over his meal he had prepared for them.

After a few moments of readjusting, they all had some food on their plate and Shawn and Henry had begun eating.

Juliet stared at her plate anxious to eat any of the plain mashed potatoes or peas she had put on her plate.

"So, Juliet, how is Lassiter doing?" Henry asked.

Juliet opened her mouth to answer, but as soon as she did, she could feel stomach acid burning the back of her throat. "I'll be right back," she managed to get out before quickly walking towards the bathroom.

She was barely out of the kitchen when she heard Henry say loudly, "So, when are you planning on telling me that Juliet is pregnant?"

"Shit," Juliet mumbled under her breath, shutting the door behind her unable to focus on anything but the toilet in front of her.

She coughed up whatever had been irritating her empty stomach and sat for a moment, focused on breathing. At first, she didn't hear anything. But slowly their voices got louder, and she began to hear bits and pieces of the conversation.

"Just because you…"

"Oh right, because it's always my fault, isn't that right, Shawn…"

"I can't believe after what happened…"

Juliet tried to breathe through the noise as their voices faded into and out of earshot. She was used to being caught between Shawn and Henry's arguments. She usually just tried to avoid them, letting them duke it out until either Gus interfered, or they just got tired and stormed off.

"Oh, you don't think…"

"What do you think, Dad?"

"I think you jackass your way…"

She heard something slam down and jumped up onto her feet to stop them. This was ridiculous. This was supposed to be an exciting thing. It was an exciting thing. They had been so excited not even thirty minutes ago. How could they possibly have ruined it so quickly?

"Shawn!" Juliet said, walking quickly around the corner to find Shawn standing up, his hands both on the edge of the table and his chair toppled over behind him. Henry was sitting with his arms folded, avoiding eye contact.

"I don't know why I wanted to tell you in the first place!" Shawn yelled, reaching to fish something out of Juliet's purse.

"Oh, quit being such an overdramatic Jackass, Shawn," Henry said, pushing his own chair back and walking over to throw his plate on the counter.

"Yep, Dad," Shawn said, standing up and crossing his arms defensively. "That's why I wanted to tell you. So you would say 'jackass,' repeatedly, in front of my wife and unborn child." He pulled out the ultrasound picture from Juliet's purse and slammed it on the island between himself and his dad. "Congratulations, old man." He said, storming away. "You're gonna be a grandpa."

He shoved past Juliet who was standing silently, watching the scene unfold between the two.

They heard one of the bedroom doors slam before Henry turned around and picked up the little picture Shawn had thrown down. A little smile drifted across his face. "I'm gonna be a grandpa," he whispered to himself.

"Congratulations," Henry said, looking up to catch her eye, "to both of you."

"Thank you, Henry," Juliet sighed before walking off to comfort her husband.