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With Her

Summary:
Quil and Claire are married. When Claire becomes pregnant, what new difficulties will they face? In the series For Her. Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, and From Her. In that order... I think.


Notes:
Well, read the others first. I don't own this. By the way, sorry for the wait, but you took FOREVER with the reviews. thank pinkpoop/ alreadyinarithmancy and equuslover22 that this is posted at all. Love you guys!


3. Chapter 3

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At first, I can’t think of what to say. I’m too ecstatic. I can’t even speak, so great is the joy.

It soared up to catch away thought and voice, and in the moment I was silent, Claire turned down and away.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I laughed aloud at that, very, very loudly. “Oh, Claire. You’re so silly sometimes, dearest. This, this is the best news I’ve ever gotten. Ever. My whole life, nothing so wonderful, except maybe the day you agreed to marry me.”

“Really?”

Reassuringly, I cradled her head against my chest. “Really.”

She sprang to her feet, turning finally to face and embrace me.

“When did you find out?”

“About two months ago, while we were on our honeymoon. I just decided it was real now. I’ve missed two periods, and I took a couple of pregnancy tests…”

“We need to go see a doctor.” I would find the very best. She would be totally safe, above all else. I was already planning it out, the visits and schedule and assuring that everything will be all right.

“You’re totally fine with this?”

“Fine is an understatement, sweetheart. I’ve never been happier.”

“You aren’t…”

I read the words off her face with some surprise- in twenty-five years I’d gotten fairly familiar with her facial expressions. “Mad? Why on earth would I be mad at you?”

She shrugged exaggeratedly, unsure. Then she grinned. “I don’t know. My diagnosis is negative association caused by childhood trauma.”

I ruffled her hair. “You’re all right, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine.”

How do I say this… “You want to do this?”

“If you do.” I don’t see any doubt in her eyes. They are perfectly clear and true, as well as being the most beautiful thing in the world… “Quil, stop staring.”

I looked away, ashamed. “I get carried away by how lovely you are sometimes.”

She aimed a kick at my shin. “Oh, you.”

Again, I smiled. “So, we’re having a baby.”

“We have to move. Where are we going to put it?”

I laughed at that. “Yeah. Our only spare space right now is… in the oven, and I really don’t think that’s a suitable nursery. Do you want to go closer to your work, or somewhere totally different… up to you.” I really had very few opinions. Claire could do whatever she thought best.

“I kind of thought… could we move back to Forks? The hospital’s been understaffed for years, and we could be near the pack.”

I grinned. “I would love to.”

“I’ll be finished my residency in six months. How about we buy a house now and move in then?”

“Excellent plan. You are the flower of wisdom, fairest Claire.”

She rolled her eyes. “Idiot.”

I patted her stomach. “I’ll ignore that, because you’re obviously under stress from the hormones.”

She glanced at the perfectly flat plane of her stomach, then stared at me blankly. “Yup. The baby’s due any minute now. I’m obviously not to be blamed for any of my actions.”

We laughed together, and I could feel the joy filling my very soul.