Saturday morning I wake up being held close to Peter.  His scent surrounding me fully.  I nuzzles into Peters chest, just missing being close to him because of all the fighting.

I remember that I'm 22 weeks pregnant. That's halfway through a typical pregnancy.

"Wake up Dearest." I hear Peters slightly raspy morning voice.

"I'm awake." I say opening my eyes. I see Peters hair messy and his cheeks painted an uneven pink shade.

"I love you." He says not breaking eye contact. I feel my face warm up at that. I know he planned to finish the journal last night. I sit up and lean against the wall, Peter doing the same.

"I love you too." I smile at him and quickly peck his lips. His prize.

"Not that big kiss I've been waiting for?" Peter jokes. At that time a pain is felt in my stomach, I immediately know that's it's the baby moving.

"Oh my gosh!" I beam grabbing Peters hand and placing it on my stomach and the baby attacks his hand.

"Is that...? The baby?" Peter whispers happily. I nod.

"MAY! COME HERE!" I yell excitedly. May comes in a minute later. Only to see two smiling teens.

"What?" She asks confused. I motion her over and grab her hand and put it where the baby is moving.

"It's the first time I've felt the baby move." I smile.

"Ah geez I'm got cry!" May says taking her hand back and fanning her face. Peter puts his hand back on my stomach.

"Please Don't May! If you cry I will cry!"