Fire

Chapter 17

~Stephanie's POV~

"Luc, you're back," I exclaim and jump into his arms as soon as he completely materializes.

"I don't think I was gone that long," he chuckles.

"No, you weren't, but I have a surprise," I say.

I hop out of his arms and drag him to the couch, I push him down on the couch and he laughs. I put a tub of strawberry ice cream on the coffee table and waited for him to come back. Thank god it's still frozen.

I straddle him and shove a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

"What's the surprise," he asks, though his words are muffled a little by the ice cream.

"You have to guess," I challenge him.

"You have something waiting for us in the bedroom" he asks.

I shake my head.

"You got a boob job," he asks.

"No," I shake my head, losing my smile at his guess, "my boobs are fine, aren't they?"

"I was kidding," he chuckles.

"Keep guessing," I say.

"I don't know, just tell me," he begs.

"Fine, I'm...pregnant," I say calmly.

He nearly chokes when I say this.

"You're what," he asks, very surprised and I can't believe I got him.

"I'm pregnant," I beam.

"This is great," he yells, hugging me tight.

I hug him back, just as tight.

"We're going to have a family, you're going to be a Dad," I say.

~Luc's POV~

As soon as she says I'm going to be a Dad, I can't help but let the tears of joy go. I'm just so happy I can barely contain myself.

She lets go of me and brings my face to hers. "We should get married before 9 months," she says.

I chuckle, "yeah, we should."

She wipes my tears away and kisses my cheek.

"You're going to be a mommy," I say with a big smile on my face.

She hugs me again and I put my face in her neck.

"I love you so much," I say in her neck.

"I love you more," she says.

I pull away, "wanna prove that by making twins," I ask with a smirk.

"No twins, I can't handle twins," she laughs.

"This is just so amazing," I say and hug her again, "I could just...I don't know."

She laughs, "you're such an idiot."

"We'll start making arrangements for the wedding tomorrow," I say, "we'll be married before this month is over, I promise."

"But, don't you have to leave tomorrow," she asks.

"Shit, I forgot," I say and drag a stressful hand through my hair.

"Don't worry about it," she puts my arms back around her and puts her hands on each side of my face. She pecks my lips, "you just do what you have to do while you're gone and make sure you come back to me and little John or Kate," she says.

"I aware to you I'll come back," I say, "but our child's name will not be John or Kate. Something extraordinary like Elizabeth, Katherine, or Jackson or Damien."