Peter took Megan home, frequently muttering 'oh my God', as a way of venting his astonishment and glee.

As she got out of the car, Peter kissed her and caressed her still flat belly which caused her to smile and taint her cheeks rosy. She murmured goodbye, shut the door and strode to her apartment. Peter watched until she'd disappeared, chuckling as he imagined the scene of Megan telling her mother, then drove away.

Not to Megan's surprise, she found Lacey curled up on the sofa, conversing with one of her many friends on the laptop. Megan rolled her eyes to herself, hung up her bag in her room, and walked to the kitchen.

'Hey Mom,' Lacey called as Megan poured herself some juice.

'Hey sweetie,' Megan answered. 'How was your day?' Lacey bid farewell to her friends and closed the laptop, joining her mother in the kitchen.

'Fine,' she replied shortly. 'Mum, I know you said no...but I was wondering if you'd reconsidered about the pet-'

'Nope.'

'Awh, but-'

'Let me finish. I actually have decided to get a pet.'

'What? Really?' Lacey squealed excitedly.

'But I've chosen what it's going to be...kind of.'

'Dog?'

'Nope.'

'Cat.'

'No cat either.'

'Snake?'

'Not any of those.'

'Mum you better not have settled for something like stick insects or...or a goldfish or something,' Lacey grumbled, her excitement decreasing.

'How about something a bit bigger than stick insects...how about, I don't know, a brother or sister?' Megan asked.

Lacey's answer came out as a squeal: 'What?!'

'I'm pregnant sweetheart.' Megan beamed. Lacey repeated 'oh my god' and scrambled to give her mother a magnificent hug, but quickly stopped, thinking her vigorous show of love might hurt the baby.

'Are you serious?' Lacey asked, still gobsmacked. Megan nodded.

'This is awesome!'

'You're all right with it?' Megan queried.

'It's brilliant! I've always wanted to be an older sister.' Megan beamed and embraced her daughter, saying to herself that there wasn't a tear in her eye. With smiles, they convened to the living room and spent the evening watching chick-flicks accompanied with popcorn, ice-cream, the works. Megan missed that glass of red wine that was usually present during her evening - but she was responsible, and Lacey was adamant. She'd have to get used to it for the next nine months anyhow.

They got through at least four rom-coms and one and a half tubs of ice-cream, and throughout the evening, that one thought never managed to escape her mind. That thought of revealing all to her mother...

'I know you're excited Peter, but if you keep caressing my stomach, you may be in danger of a slap.' Peter rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. The elevator door slid open to reveal the buzz of work. Megan sighed and stepped out of the elevator, Peter by her side. Kate approached, gave Megan a smile and murmured a 'congratulations' to Peter. He smiled like there was nothing that could make him happier. The pair carried on, as Kate left for her office.

'Well I'm glad Lacey's happy about it; I didn't want her to feel...excluded if we had this baby.' Peter said to Megan, careful to keep his voice low so no one could overhear, by order of Megan.

'Why would she feel excluded?' Megan stopped and stared at him puzzled. Peter realised she had stopped and turned, looking at her as if what he'd said wasn't hard to understand.

'I just meant, that we'd be starting our own family, and she might feel... I don't know,' he trailed off as Megan just stared blankly at him. 'Doesn't matter.'

'Okay then.' Megan carried on to the lab, Peter followed shaking his head.

'Have you told you mother yet?' Peter changed the subject.

'No,' Megan said simply, her heels clicking.

'Are you going to?' Peter questioned knowing that getting her to tell Joan would be hell.

'I'm trying not to think about it, Peter,' Megan said. Just as she finished her sentence, her phone trilled to life in her pocket. Tutting, she brought out her phone. 'Ah, speak of the devil,' Megan sighed. The second before she could decline the call, Peter's skimmed his hand over the screen accepting the dreaded call. Megan stared at him in frustrated disbelief and hissed his name. He just smiled pleasantly as she dragged the phone to her ear.

'Hello mother,' she muttered blandly. 'Yes I am busy...I'm at work...I do have a life...I can't meet you later-'

At this moment, Peter playfully snatched the phone from her hand, a broad smile playing upon his lips. Her face dropped and once again she hissed his name. He put the phone to his ear.

'Hello Mrs. Hunt...I'm fine, how are you?' Peter chatted idly, as Megan tried in vain to gain possession of her cell phone. 'Were you saying something about Megan meeting you at some point?' Peter asked; Megan halted in her phone-snatching attempts and stood glaring darkly at Peter shaking her head. 'Okay then, I'll tell her. See you later, Mrs Hunt,' Peter concluded the conversation and handed back Megan's phone. She stood there, returned her phone to her bag and then proceeded to hit Peter around the shoulder with her bag.

'What. Did. You. Do?' she emphasized each word in her question, with a slap of her handbag. Peter chuckled.

'Your mother's coming to yours tonight at 7,' Peter informed, bracing for another shower of bag. It didn't come, instead Megan stormed off, leaving Peter laughing to himself.

'I can't believe you did this,' Megan grumbled as she drove home with Peter in the passenger seat.

'You can't just keep telling her your gaining a bit of weight over the next nine months, you know,' Peter reminded. She shot him a sharp look.

'I'd have preferred to have told her in my own time,' Megan replied.

'What? When you go into labour?'

'Peter; stop being smart.'

Megan parked the car and the pair walked to her apartment hand in hand. Megan flicked the lights on and trotted to the kitchen. She poured Peter a glass of his favourite wine, as he set the table ready for their meal with Joan Hunt.

'Where's Lacey tonight?' Peter questioned, as he pressed the play button on Megan's CD player - quiet, soft music began playing.

'She's with Todd,' Megan replied. 'I'm letting her tell him; I really can't be bothered to go through it with him. Telling my mother is hell enough.'

Peter laughed, striding over to help her prepare dinner. 'You'll be perfectly fine, telling your mother you know.'

'I know,' she smiled.

Ten minutes before Joan Hunt was to arrive, Megan checked on the food in the oven. It smelt delicious. As she turned around Peter clasped her hands in his and pulled her gently to the lounge.

'What are you doing Peter?' she asked with a smile, as he placed her hands onto his shoulders, and slipped his around her waist.

'I'm dancing with you.' Megan laughed, but swayed with him to the soft tones of the music. She lay her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the moment. A few moments passed before she lifted her head and pulled him into a kiss.

'Well isn't this lovely.' Joan Hunt stood at the door, her eyebrow arched, a smirk upon her lips.

'Hello mother,' Megan welcomed.

'Hi Joan,' Peter kissed her on the cheek.

'Glad you reconsidered about meeting up, Megan.'

'I didn't really have much choice,' she said through a smile, glancing at Peter. 'Come and sit down though; I think dinner's just about ready.'

Joan took off her coat and hung it up, taking her seat at the table.

'How was work today then?'

'The usual, mother,' Megan replied as she served the food onto the plates.

'This looks divine,' Joan commented. She immediatly tucked in.

'Wine?' Megan asked Joan, to which she nodded. Megan topped up Peter's glass and placed the wine bottle on the table. Joan noticed the lack of red wine in Megan's glass.

'Aren't you having any wine, Meg?' Megan's face froze into a forced smile, and Peter gave her a reassuring look. A trill from Megan's bag.

'Oh just leave it dear, it's probably nothing important,' Joan nagged. Caller ID showed that it was Todd.

Megan gave them a sweet smile, 'It's Todd; better answer it. Lacey might need something.'

'Put it on loudspeaker,' Joan said. Reluctantly, Megan did as she was asked, and put the phone on the table.

'Hi Todd, is Lacey okay?' Megan asked.

'She's fine. I was actually calling because I wanted to know if you and Peter are really having a baby?'

Joan spat out her wine, and coughed madly. Megan ended the call. Peter clapped Joan on the back.

'What?!'

Uh, hello. Long time no update.. and I'm incredibly sorry. I hope you enjoyed the long awaited update. I've just been so busy with school stuff recently, I never had chance to write anything and had a bit of writer's block. I'm really sorry, and I really will try to update quicker on the next chapter. So, I hope you enjoy, and thanks to all the reviews and follows and favourites, and please continue to do so! Honestly every review makes my day! Sorrysorrysorry.
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