(Okay, it's been a pretty long time since I made a story by myself, so I thought I'd do one. This is a sequel to "Jimmy and Rachel Together", so sit back, relax, enjoy, and review. I would like a lot of reviews for this story, please. It most likely won't be as long as "Jimmy and Rachel Together", but nonetheless, it will be good. Okay, now, relax, and enjoy.)

Copyright 2008

(Rachel's P.O.V.)

Conan's fever caused him to start his "weekend" on Wednesday because his fever slowly started rising into the 100 degree mark. So, I advised him not to go tomorrow... and Friday, just as a precaution. Today was Saturday, and he was starting to slowly feel normal again. It was just after 9 a.m., and I was sitting at the table eating my breakfast. I was eating some pancakes that I had made myself. I was wearing my usual light red sleepclothes.

Good thing Conan's getting better day by day, I thought as I took another bite of one of my pancakes.

The highest Conan's body temperature had gone was 103 degrees; today, his temperature had dropped down to an even 100. A few minutes later, I saw Jimmy come downstairs in his sleepclothes as well. I heard him yawn and saw him stretch his arms out.

"Morning, sleepy," I joked.

"Morning," Jimmy said in a slurry voice.

"How's Conan doing?" I asked him.

"He seems to be getting progressively better," Jimmy responded. "I just felt his forehead and it's definitely cooler than Thursday."

That was a huge relief!!

"Is the A.C. still on in our room?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jimmy responded.

"Is Conan in there?" I also asked.

"Yep," Jimmy said. "He's still asleep."

That was surprising; normally, Conan was up at around 8:30 or now. I put my fork and knife down and went to go check on him. Jimmy on the other hand, started making breakfast of his own. After going upstairs, I saw Conan awake already. He was lying in our bed and watching TV.

"Conan, how are you feeling, sweetheart?" I asked him.

I felt his forehead and it was getting less and less warmer.

"You seem to be getting more and more better," I told him.

I also told him to just continue resting in here as long as he wanted until he was better. I gently patted Conan on his head and left him alone. I went back downstairs to finish my breakfast. Just as I sat down, I suddenly remembered something: I had a business dinner tonight at 7 p.m. I had already R.S.V.P.'d to Jenna, but my appearance was in jeopardy because of Conan's fever. I knew that Serena and Mathew could look after him because there was always the possibility of Jimmy being called on a case, but Conan was sick -- I wasn't sure what to do. In the meanwhile, I had just finished my pancakes and had put the plate in the sink.

(Jimmy's P.O.V.)

I had just finished my breakfast and was taking my plate to the sink when I saw Rachel there looking at the countertop. She was looking pretty glum about something.

"What's the problem, Rachel?" I asked my wife.

"Well," Rachel started to say. "I have a business dinner tonight and Conan's still a little sick from his fever -- I'm debating on whether or not I should go or not; and I already R.S.V.P.'d to my boss."

"Serena and Mathew can look after him," I suggested.

"That's true," Rachel said. "But I still don't know -- the dinner lasts until around 11 or 11:30 tonight, so I'll be home pretty late."

"Is the dinner mandatory?" I asked.

"My boss said it is," Rachel responded.

I started thinking about it too, even though I wasn't invited.

"Jimmy," Rachel said to me. "Would you go if you were in my shoes?" She asked.

"Yeah, if you were home," I responded.

"What if I wasn't home?" Rachel asked.

"I'd take him to Serena's and Mathew's until I was finished with my case," I answered.

I couldn't imagine myself in Rachel's shoes as a model; I could see myself as the ace detective I was, but not as a model like Rachel.

"Are you going?" I asked Rachel.

"I guess I will go," Rachel finally said.

I could tell it was a tough decision for her if she had already R.S.V.P.'d; if she hadn't, Rachel would most likely not have gone.

"Was there a deadline?" I asked.

"The Wednesday we took Conan to the beach," Rachel answered.

"When did you R.S.V.P.?" I asked.

"The day before," Rachel responded.

(Rachel's P.O.V.)

I had actually R.S.V.P.'d just the day before the deadline. At the time, I didn't think Conan was going to get sick, but he did. Oh well, couldn't be helped. I looked at the pool outside.

"Maybe I'll get my after-breakfast swim in now," I said as I left for upstairs.

End chapter 1

(Okay, that's going to do it for now. I hope you will like it. The updating of this story will be pretty slow because I'm running out of ideas. Suggestions from you readers of the entire world are welcome. So, let me hear your favorite part or parts. And... I'll get the fanfiction world's decision on two things: 1. 3rd honeymoon in my hometown -- Hawaii, and 2. Another kid? If so, another boy, a girl, or twins? Leave me your answers to those in your reviews and I'll try my hardest to think of some different ideas and try to make this about as good as "Jimmy and Rachel Together". Now, hit "go" down below and give me those thoughts. I hope to get other Detective Conan readers to review this. Okay, so long for now, and one more thing: yep, today's my 20th birthday. My teenage years are over -- hard to believe.)