Scott took me to the doctor before going to work. He wanted to know if I was pregnant. He wanted to be a part of everything with it.

We sat in the waiting room as he held my hand and played with my fingers. I watched women eyeball his left and right. I was not thrilled. Okay, I lied. I was fuming.

Then he leaned over and whispered, "I love when you're possessive. It's a huge turn-on. Maybe I can call in sick, and we can play hooky."

I shifted in my seat because just by him saying that was making me all hot and bothered - damn hormones.

They called us back, and I glared at everyone as we walked by them. I didn't care if people thought I was acting childish; there was no need to be eye-fucking my husband, period.

We walked into a room, and I sat on the examining table. The nurse drew blood while taking my stats: height, weight, and the first day of my last menstrual cycle. You get the gist.

They said the test should take a few minutes. Then the doctor came in, and I couldn't help but drool. This behavior didn't go unnoticed by Scott, who made it known I was his wife. It's not my fault my hormones were raging.

The doctor examined me and checked me out, taking measurements. The nurse returned a few minutes later with the test results.

"Mrs. Stevens, you told me your last menstrual cycle was over a month ago," he said, looking at me a bit confused.

"Yes, that's correct. I figured I got pregnant on our honeymoon," I shrugged.

"Well, according to your measurements, you're eleven weeks pregnant."

"What?"

I looked at him, confused.

"Lay down. I'm going to use the ultrasound and see where we are," the doctor said. I did as he told me, lying down and lifting up my top to reveal my belly. He squirted some cold goo onto it and then turned on the machine. He pressed down and moved the wand around as he tapped some keys, capturing pictures.

"Yep, my measurements are accurate. You're eleven weeks along in pregnancy. There's the baby right there," he said, pointing at the monitor.

I looked at Scott, and he looked at me, and we looked at the screen. I thought back to the time frame; then, it hit me. The day Scott won custody. I know for a fact Scott didn't use anything. I facepalmed myself, as did he.

"Want to hear the heartbeat," the doctor asked.

"Yes," we both said in unison.

He pressed a button to increase the volume, and there was a whooshing sound. It was hardy and healthy. I lay there listening, and then it dawned on me. I was pregnant when I got shot. Why didn't they know this?

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"If I'm this far along, why didn't they catch it when I had been shot," I asked him as my brows furrowed.

"Because sometimes it's hard to detect the pregnancy, especially if it was that early into it. Usually, it takes up to five weeks before a pregnancy is even remotely detected, even by a home test. Whatever the case may be, be happy. This baby wants to be born," he assured me.

I couldn't help but think that this was a blessing. With everything that happened, a little human was growing inside of me. Hearing their heartbeat was terrific. I remember when I heard Kami's for the first time. It was so overwhelming to know you created this life with someone. Even though Ben and I didn't work out, I don't regret our daughter.

I looked at Scott as he stared at the monitor in wonderment.  Thanks to Victoria, he probably missed out on things like this because of her deceitfulness.  I don't doubt Scott loves Georgia; that was obvious. I do think he got cheated. That's when I decided no one would cheat him out with this baby.

The doctor printed the pictures and placed them in an envelope for us. Then, he scheduled my next appointment in a month. I would have to go every month until I got close, and then it would turn into a couple of weeks.

I got off the table, and Scott turned to me, "We're having a baby?"

"Seems like it."

"We're having a baby," he said in amazement.

"Yep."

"Wow."

"You act like this is your first rodeo," I smirked.

He wrapped his arms around me, "Considering it's with someone I'm madly in love with this time?  Yes, it is."

He leaned in and kissed me. Things got a little passionate, and I stopped.

"What?"

"We still have the matter of informing two six-year-olds."

"Right. That should be fun," Scott sighed as I laughed.  Yep, this was going to be interesting.

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We picked the girls up from school when they got out and brought them home. We had the task of telling them.  When we got home, we sat them on the living room couch.

We stood in front of them.  The girls sat there looking at us.

"Girls, Mommy and I have something to tell you," Scott said. They looked at us as Scott tried to figure out what to say. Then he said, "Take it away, Mommy."

I looked at him as he shrugged innocently. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

"Girls, Daddy and I are having a baby," I told them.

They looked at us, then at each other, and back at us. "Where do babies come from?" Kami asked.

Georgia nodded in agreement.

Well, I wasn't expecting that question.

"Well, babies come from mommy's tummy," Scott said.

"Why?" Georgia asked.

"Because they do."

"How does a baby get in there?" Kami asked.

"Well, you see, uh, um," he said.

"Magic," I added.

Georgia looked at Kami, "What kind of magic?"

"I don't know," Kami shrugged.

"What kind of magic, Daddy?" Georgia asked.

"The kind that happens when mommy and daddy create together," he said.

"How does it start?" Kami asked.

"Well, with kissing, of course," he reasoned.

"Does that mean I will have a baby if someone kisses me?" Kami asked with wide eyes.

"God, I hope not," Scott mumbled.

Scott was failing at this epically. Do not let him tell them about when they become women. He will screw it up.

"Girls, yes, it does start with kissing, and magic is created between two people when they love each other. Then a baby comes. A baby is special, just like you both are," I explained.

"So, we are having a baby," Georgia asked.

"Well, not exactly. I'm having a baby, and you both will have a little brother or sister."

"Can we name it?" Kami asked.

"I like Batman," Georgia said to her.

"Batman would be cool," she agreed.

"Batman Stevens," Georgia smiled as Kami smiled as well.  They would be disappointed when they found out we were naming the baby.

They got off the couch, and both touched my stomach as they said, "See you soon, Batman." Then they ran off to play.

Scott started laughing as I sighed.

"At least when people ask them what their name is, they can say, my name is Batman," he said in a husky voice.

I rolled my eyes, threw my arms into the air, and walked into the kitchen. He followed behind me as he laughed. My husband is a comedian. I swear this was going to be a long pregnancy.

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We had dinner and then spent time with the girls before bed. I got changed and realized I would need to get some maternity clothes. Until then, I would steal Scott's sweatpants.

I walked into the bedroom and climbed into bed. Scott came in a few minutes later and crawled in next to me.

"Nice sweats."

"I thought so. Although I will need to buy maternity clothes, it's not like I can wear your sweats to work. I'm pretty sure my boss would frown upon that," I said.

"I'm sure he can make an exception for you," he smirked.

"Oh?"

"Considering I find pregnancy incredibly sexy, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mind," he said flirtatiously with me.

He pulled me to him as he slid his hand under my top and gently worked my breast with his fingers. I couldn't help but moan, considering they were so sensitive. He lowered his lips onto my neck as I melted into his touch.

Then, my hormones went into overdrive. We tore at each other's clothes until we were completely naked. Then Scott moved my legs apart as he positioned himself between them, sliding into me. He thrust into me as I rocked my hips with him. We matched each other rhythm as we both groaned into each other's lips. Sex was amazing during pregnancy.

I didn't experience this with Kami, considering Ben wasn't too intimate with me. With Scott, it didn't matter. My pregnancy utterly turned him on, and that was fine by me.

After we finished, I lay there as he rubbed my belly, "God, you are so beautiful."

I ran my hand through his hair as he kept massaging my belly.

"I love that you are my wife and the mother of my child. I love how you put them before you and are completely unselfish. I love the fact that it turns me on when I see you. But most of all, I am in love with you," he said, looking at me. I pulled him to me as I pressed my lips to his. God, I love this man so much. I could not have asked for a better partner, lover, father, and husband.

I felt things would get interesting for us as my pregnancy progressed.