By popular demand here it is....the Epilogue. Yes, it's full of fluff. Forgive me. I couldn't help myself. :)

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4 Years Later

"Ewwww," I muttered waving a hand in front of my face. Something in the air was making me feel extremely nauseous.

Kim, with her 3 month old baby Cole in her arms, turned to me. Her eyebrows raised and she gave me a curious look.

"It's just muffins in the oven," she said pointing to the oven. Since her marriage to Jared, Kim had become surprisingly good at the housewife deal. I wasn't one to condemn gender roles, besides, her cooking was excellent.

I walked over to the oven and glanced inside before covering my mouth as another wave a nauseous came over me at the smell. How could something that looked so good smell so bad.

"Ugh. They smell terrible!" Kim gave me an affronted look so I quickly added, "No offense."

Kim set Cole on a blanket on the floor before sitting next to him.

"Really?" she asked in an off handed way.

I joined her on the floor next to Cole, who really was just adorable with his head of black hair and black eyes. Cooing at him I tickled his belly. Cole gurgled at me happily.

"Yeah. But maybe it's just the nausea; I think the flu is going around or something. I mean—the past few days I've gotten sick, mostly in the mornings," I told her before gurgling at Cole.

There was a moments silence and I looked over at Kim who was staring at me with a slightly frustrated expression. I stared back at her.

"What?"

Kim lost it. She began laughing uncontrollably much to Cole's enjoyment as he joined in with his mother. Kim was practically hysterical—writhing on the floor in mirth. I stared at her with confusion. After several minutes of laughter Kim finally got a handle on herself and wiped tears of laughter from her eyes before answering my question.

"Allie," she said patronizingly, "you've gotten sick in the mornings?"

"Yeah . . ."

"And now things that normally smell good are making you feel sick?"

"Yes. . ."

"Have you felt like you're gaining weight for no reason?"

My eyebrows crinkled at that one, "Yes actually . . ."

"How long since your last . . . you know?"

"My period? Um well let's see, a while ago, but I don't see what that has to do with—"

I stopped mentally calculating before it dawned on me. My eyes widened with realization and I gripped Kim's hands in mine.

"Oh. My. Gawd," I started before speaking really fast, "I need to go—I have to get—go to the drugstore—how could I have been—?"

Kim held up a hand cutting me off. "Watch Cole, I'll be right back. You don't have to go anywhere. Stay here and stay calm."

She headed into her bathroom where I could here her rummaging around in the cabinet. After a few moments she came back out with a small box. She handed me the box and pointed to the bathroom.

Speechless I rose from the floor and walked into the bathroom.

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Ding.

The egg timer in the kitchen went off. Kim and I both jumped at the sound. I bit my lip nervously and we both approached that little white stick that was sitting on a napkin on the counter.

I took a deep breath before looking at it.

On one side of that little stick was a pink cross. Positive.

Both of us let out shrieks of joy that sent Cole into tears. We grabbed hands and jumped up in down like kids screaming all the while.

"I'm having a baby! I'm having a baby! I'm having a baby!" I said in a sing-song with Kim echoing me.

"You're having a baby! You're having a baby! You're having a baby!"

Letting go of her hands I started dancing around the room in happiness. On a pass by the counter where her phone stood I snatched it up and dialed putting it on speaker phone so that Kim could hear as she comforted Cole from the living room.

"Yeah?" Leah's dulcet tones filled the room.

"Leah?" I asked breathlessly, "Guess what!? Guess! Guess! Guess!"

I could hear her laughing, "Um. You learned how to repeat words?"

Kim snorted as she walked over to me and the phone. "Leah! Be serious!"

"Fine, fine. What?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant!"

There was a long silence and then—

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY! A BABY! YOU SIR—"there was a shuffle of clothing and I could just imagine Leah pulling some poor guy off the streets and yelling this at him, "MY FRIEND IS GOING TO HAVE A BABY! YOU'RE PREGNANT!" She calmed down slightly, "Oh my God. How'd this happen?"

"Well, when a man loves a woman . . ." Kim started to say before Leah cut her off.

"Not that stupid. How'd you find out? Does Jacob know?"

"Jake doesn't know and you're not to tell him under any circumstances, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, no phasing. Got it," she sounded out of breath at her outburst earlier. "Look, I gotta go but I'll catch you later. And yes, I won't phase 'til you tell Jacob."

And with that she hung up.

I put the phone back on the hook and started for the door, grabbing my coat. Kim walked me to the door even though I'd just gotten there I had to leave again. I had to tell Jacob. Kim knew this so she bade me goodbye and I kissed her and Cole and left.

That night when Jacob came in the door from his pack duties he gave me a kiss as he always did and then looked expectantly at the kitchen. Normally I would've at least attempted to make him dinner, but tonight I was just too excited.

"No food?" he asked walking into the kitchen. He opened the freezer and pulled out a frozen pizza—our normal dinner. Smiling at me he turned to turn on the oven.

I was bouncing on my toes trying to figure out how to tell him.

"Honey?" I asked tepidly.

He responded with a non committal grunt as he placed the pizza on the oven.

"Maybe we should, go out tonight instead of eating in. To celebrate," I told him vaguely.

Jacob didn't even turn as he asked the question I knew was coming, "Celebrate what?"

"Life, sunlight, the fact that you're going to be a father, the trees, birds . . ." I trailed off expectantly.

Jacob turned to look at me a small grin on his face as though he thought what I was saying was silly. He held the pizza on a pan in his hands and as I smiled back at him I saw realization hit him.

His mouth popped open with an 'O' and the pizza fell to the ground with a resounding clatter. My eyes widened at his reaction. Never did my husband willingly give up food. Never.

He took a step over the pizza towards me. "Did you just say that I was going to be a dad?"

I chewed my lip nervously. "Yeah . . ."

A humongous grin lit up his face and he let out a whoop of exhilaration before snatching me around my waist and picking me up, spinning me around in a circle.

"We're going to have a baby!? Really!?"

I giggled at his reaction. "Yes! We're having a baby!"

At this Jacob suddenly stopped and set me down on the counter very carefully. Then he patted my body down with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked placing his hand on my abdomen, "I didn't hurt the baby did I?"

Laughing I placed my hand over his. "I'm not made out of glass Jacob, I'll be fine."

Grinning ruefully he pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. I sighed happily in his arms before and he moved from my lips down my collar bone. His fingers crept up my shirt and he returned to ravage my mouth.

I pushed him a back slightly. "That's how we got in this mess in the first place," I told him in a stern tone.

"And I don't care," he said and kissed my cheek, my jaw, and finally my mouth.

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"YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME!" I screamed in anguished pain as Jacob looking frightened held onto my hand, "YOU BASTARD! I'LL NEVER LET YOU COME NEAR ME AGAIN!! YOU SONOVA—" My swearing stopped as an intense searing pain ripped through my body.

Jacob held my hand as I squeezed it. His face would have been hilarious if I hadn't been in such pain.

"AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" I screeched giving one final push.

The room filled with the rough throaty cries of a newborn infant. Exhausted I laid back on my pillow—sweat, grime and Lord knows what else covering my body. Tears spilled from my eyes as a nurse handed me my child.

"It's a girl!" she said.

Jacob kissed my forehead as we both looked down lovingly on our daughter.

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2 Years Later

I watched as a little two year old girl ran around in the fading summer daylight. She laughed as she tumbled in the grass chasing lightning bugs in the dim blue light that fell upon us. It was her bedtime but I couldn't bring myself to tell her.

"It's her bedtime," Jacob intoned from behind me watching our daughter.

"I know, but . . ." I smiled as our little girl tripped over her feet and sprawled on the ground her dark hair falling over her face. She stood right back up and continued to chase the fire-flies.

"Mama! Daddy!" Our little girl yelled happily running towards us to show us a lightning bug that sat glowing on her tiny finger.

I picked up my daughter balancing her on my hip. She stuck her finger in my face.

"Wook Mama!" she said with her lisp.

Laughing, I nodded at her finger. "That's a fire-fly, Sophie."

Sophie smiled at me and I brushed a long strand of her ebony hair from her blue eyes that mirrored mine.

Jacob wrapped an arm around my waist and patted the small bump on my abdomen lovingly. We shared a knowing look.

"Soph, there's something Mommy and Daddy have to tell you," He said tickling her. She shrieked in happiness and the fire-fly flew off her finger.

"You're going to have a little brother!" I told her smiling.

Sophie tilted her head at us. "Brudder?" She frowned. "No want brudder!"

Jacob and I laughed at her. "Well, you're getting one whether you like it or not!" Jacob told her sternly.

"Cole my brudder!" Sophie said adamantly, "Me no want 'nudder brudder!"

I shook my head at her. Jacob leaned over and whispered to me.

"Years from now, I guarantee she won't be saying that . . ."

Smacking him lightly on the arm I shushed him and went inside the house to put Sophie down for the night.

I put Sophie's pink night gown on her and helped her into her little white bed that we had just gotten for her. She wrapped her little hands around her favorite stuffed animal—a russet colored wolf. Snuggling down under the covers she called for her Daddy.

Once Jacob entered the room Sophie demanded a story. Jacob sat down on the edge of her bed with me and patted her on the head.

"A story, Soph? I'll tell you one. This one is about our ancestors—who were descended from wolves . . ."

FIN

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Lynn