Abby stared at Luka and caught the sheepish smile forming at the corners of his lips.

'What?" he asked slowly.

"I said, I'm pregnant,' she repeated.

'Okay", Luka replied. Abby groaned and turned away from him.

'Is that all you have to say?" she cried.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked softly. Abby felt his hands on her shoulders and he turned her gently around to face him.

'Do you want me to say that I am...stunned? That I am... surprised?" he said as he carressed her jaw line with his thumb. He studied her face and then kissed her gently. "How about I say that I am very, very happy for us?" Abby melted against his kiss for an instant and then stiffened. She pulled away from him.

'We can't do this, Luka," she said. "What are we going to do with a baby? You've just taken a new position at the hospital and I'm still..." Luka took her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm.

"We do what everyone else should do with a baby," he said. "We will keep it warm and dry...feed it when it is hungry...and love it." A broad smile spread across his face. "We solve all the problems together, eh?" Abby sighed as she studied his face. She raised her hands to his chest and sighed.

"I am not saying that I am going to go through with this yet," she said determindedly. 'It's still early enough." Luka raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Okay," he said again. "We will talk about it...in the morning.' He snuggled her under his arm and grinned broadly as they walked across the street to a cab stand. When they reached the other side he could contain himself no longer. He swept her off her feet and into his arms and twirled around and around as the snow flakes drifted down on them in the night.

She came awake slowly and stretched a bit in the warm bed covers. She opened her eyes and found Luka propped up on one arm and watching her.

"You are watching me again..." she sighed. He grinned.

"You are beautiful when you sleep," he said.

'Uh...yeah...well...I remember a time when you said I was nothing special...not pretty enough,' she said. Luka frowned for a second as he thought.

"Ah...' he sighed softly as he remembered. "I said that when I needed to get you off your cuff and back into medical school."

'My 'duff', you mean," she said. "Not cuff...duff...and it was mean." His eyes twinkled as he slipped his hand to her almost flat belly under the covers and caressed the skin there. Her eyes met his and he smiled.

"So...do you want the dill pickles with your breakfast yet?" he asked. A sudden wave of nausea swept through her.

"Oh great..." she said as she threw the covers off and raced for the bathroom. Luka fell back against the pillows and grinned. He would help her in a moment but right now he was enjoying the fact that his baby...his wonderful and very smart baby...was already making it's presence known.