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"So,
what do you want to talk about?" Fran asked after their friends left.
"About
your health problems," he sighed. "Have you ever thought that
maybe…"
"I
think I could be pregnant," she burst out.
"Yeah,
that's what Charli suggested," he said, walking over to sit next to her on
the couch. "There was that one night."
"Yeah,"
Fran whispered, her voice shaky.
"You're
not saying anything, Buttercup. What are you feeling, what are you
thinking?"
"I'm
scared," she said, finally turning to look at him. "I'm happy,
excited, and I’m still worried that it just might be cancer."
"I
guess we’re feeling the same way," he said, taking her into his arms.
Fran
cried as he stroked her hair. "It’ll be okay, baby. We can handle anything
this bitch called life throws at us. And if you are pregnant, that gives me two
reasons come home."
Fran
cried in his arms until no more tears would come. "I love you, Jack,"
she murmured. "You are my strength."
"I
promise," she whispered, caressing his cheek. "Make love to me, Jack,
please?"
"I
don't think that's a good idea baby, we don't know what's going on with you.
Maybe we should wait until you talk to the doctor."
Francesca
sighed. "You’re probably right. I'll be right back. I need to freshen
up."
Jackson
busied himself moving the beds together and was sitting with his back against
the headboard when Fran came out of the bathroom.
"Hey
Marine," she commanded walking over to the bed.
"Yes
ma'am," he said looking up at her.
"You
have orders to invade the rear territory,” she exclaimed as she waved a bottle
of baby oil in the air.
"Ma'am,
yes ma'am!" he enthused with a big smile as he pulled her down onto the
bed.
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