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So, guess who managed to get her game working again and has absolutely no idea how she did it? This girl! xD I'm so happy about this and immediately jumped to finish this chapter. Whoo! So here you go! :3
And ignore the fact that my graphics get a bit better later on in the chapter. When I reinstalled my game and it worked, for some reason all the graphic settings were set fairly high, and my game was running ay-okay! So I figured, hey, let's keep them for a while :p Anyway, that's enough of my story telling, enjoy the chapter!


Three years ago, Dylan never would have believed that she could ever be so happy with her life. She never would have believed that she'd ever get married. And she most definitely would have never dreamed that she'd be married to a police officer. If she were to find a time machine and go back to the day she met Ali and tell her past self that that man that she'd just met was going to one day be her husband, she probably would laughed in her face.
Yet here she was, living a life she never thought she could or would ever have. And she wouldn't trade any of it for the world.
She smiled as these thoughts danced through her head one night while she watched a made-for-tv movie and ran her hands through Echo's soft fur. Her wedding ring and enagagement ring caught the light as she did so and she couldn't help but close her eyes as she recalled her wedding.

It hadn't been a traditional ceremony. In fact, it hadn't been a ceremony at all. After helping to plan Malachi and Taylor's wedding, they agreed that they didn't want anything big or stressful, and instead settled for exchanging rings in the park with Taylor, Malachi, and little Sawyer as their witnesses, only three days after Ali had proposed.
Taylor, of course, had had much to say on the lack of tradition. “You need to at least wear a dress or something!” she'd told Dylan, but her protests fell on deaf ears. Ali and Dylan dressed as they always had, and were far too focused on each other to listen to what they were doing wrong. Eventually, Taylor decided that she was just happy that Dylan was happy, and was silent. In fact, Dylan was sure that she even saw her shed a tear.
Meanwhile, Malachi had to sneak off to the bathroom to hide his sobs. He never thought that he'd see Dylan smiling so much, but that didn't mean he wanted anyone to see him crying. He'd never hear the end of that from Ali.

Afterwards, they'd allowed Taylor to take them all to the diner, where they all stuffed themselves with cake in true wedding style and chatted until Sawyer got fussy. Then they'd all hugged goodbye and headed home, where, of course, Ali and Dylan spent the night doing what newlyweds did.

Yes, the night had been entirely untraditional, but Dylan wouldn't have wanted it any other way. It had been perfect, and just the memory of it left her with a stupid smile on her face.
“Hey Echo, aren't you happy for Mommy and Daddy?” she asked her “first child”. She really did adore that dog, not that she would ever let anyone see her talking to Echo like this.
“Yes! Very happy!” came a high pitched voice and Dylan jumped before realizing that it hadn't come from the dog at all. She almost hit herself in the face. Not only can dogs not talk, but Echo's asleep, she reminded herself, turning around instead to find Ali.

“Jesus Ali! You scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed, playfully shoving his arms away when he tried to give her a hug from behind. “Aren't you supposed to be at work?”
Ali shrugged and moved around the couch to sit beside her. “Got the evening off so I could spend it with my beautiful wife.”

He put his arm around her and she moved to sit closer to him. The movement started Echo, who quickly sat up and leaped off of Dylan's lap to go sit on a different chair and sleep peacefully.
“You scared her away, you goof!” Dylan teased, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
With a joking roll of his eyes, Ali gestured to the tv. “So, what're we watching?”

“Just a movie.”
“Any good?”
“It's absolute crap, actually,” Dylan said bluntly.
“That sucks.” Ali picked up the remote, but Dylan quickly took it out of his hands.

“You know what it is good for though?” she asked, a smile appearing on her lips. Before Ali could respond, Dylan gave him a kiss, which he quickly returned.
Life being married wasn't all rainbows and butterflies, however, as Dylan and Ali soon realized. It was difficult for them to adjust to living in the same house and sharing their entire lives with each other. For most things they managed, but every once in a while there came a bump in the road.
The first of these bumps came in the form of their work hours. With Ali working usually working during the day – and sometimes working late into the evening – and Dylan working nights, it was difficult for the two of them to find time to be with each other, and try as they did, it was enough to cause a strain on their marriage.
For the most part, they managed to work around these problems. They knew that they loved each other and they didn't want things such as this to ruin that. Regardless, every couple fights, and the first fight of their marriage was based off of their work hours. It started off small – as arguements often do – a passing comment from Dylan about how they rarely got to spend time together due to their work hours, but it escalated quickly into a shouting match that would surely wake the neighbors.

Why they had chosen that moment to release all of their frustrations was unknown. Perhaps it was because Dylan had been working late, and was suffering from lack of sleep. Or maybe it was the stress of the new case Ali had been assigned. Or was it because Dylan had been feeling sick lately, and both were worried that something was wrong?
Either way, that was the moment that they had chosen. The fight went on for a few hours, covering many topics before finally circling back to what had started the argument in the first place.

“You're never home when I'm here!” Dylan had yelled, a few tears that managed to escape rolling down her cheeks. They stood on other sides of the room, terrified that if they got close to each other, they might try to hurt the other. “I miss you!”

“What do you want me to do? Quit my job?” Ali yelled back. “Well guess what? This isn't all on me either, you're not home when I am!”

Dylan opened her mouth to say something else, but before the words came out, she felt her stomach lurch and the nausea she'd been fighting all day long became stronger. She threw her hand over her mouth and ran outside, where she was sick in the grass.

That was enough to make her forget what she was so angry about in the first place. In fact, the combination of the yelling, and now her being sick was enough to completely drain her energy. She sat on the ground with her head in her hands for a few minutes before Ali came out. His own anger was now replaced by genuine concern as he held out his hand and helped Dylan to her feet.

He was aware of the fact that she hadn't been feeling well for the past few days, but she'd insisted that it was getting better and that she didn't need to go to the doctors. Sighing, he held her hair away from her face as she was sick once again. “Dylan, it doesn't sound like you're getting better.”
“I-I am, really. I'm sure it's nothing.” She shook her head and stood up. “I've haven't been sick like this since a few days ago.” Which was a lie. She'd been sick almost constantly, and just the smell of certain foods were enough to turn her stomach.
“It's not nothing. I'm taking you to the see the doctor.” Ali grabbed her hand, hoping she wouldn't protest. And for once she didn't. She was too drained to do so.

Dylan rested her head on Ali's shoulder as they waited for the doctor to return with their test results. Anxiously, Ali gently ran his hand up and down her arm – an action that felt comforting to the both of them.
“I'm okay, Ali, really,” Dylan murmured, knowing he was worrying. She was worrying too, but she found comfort in reassuring him.
“I hope so,” Ali replied, just as the doctor walked up to them.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fallon?” he asked, giving them a friendly smile. “If you'd step into my office, we can discuss what we've found.”
Ali took a deep breath and, helping Dylan to her feet, followed the doctor into his office. He gestured for the two of them to sit down as he did so herself, still smiling.
Ali wasn't sure whether his smile was a reason to relax, or if it was making him even more nervous.

There was a long silence, as they waited for the doctor to say something. When he finally did, the words that came out of his mouth were not at all what the couple had expected.
Dylan frowned. “Congratulations on what? Throwing up the entire contents of my stomach every day?” she asked, giving the doctor a cold glare.
Ali gave her hand a comforting squeeze, already sure he knew where this was going. “Wait, do you mean...?”
“I mean, congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Fallon. You're pregnant.”

The two just sat there in stunned silence.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 22nd, 2012 08:10 pm (UTC)
Uh oh... I hope they're gonna be able to take care of this baby!!! They seem like they have a lot going on, poor guys :(
Nonetheless, I can't wait to see the new baby! :D
Also, glad you got your game working! Even if you don't know how you did lol!
Great chapter :)
Oct. 23rd, 2012 03:52 pm (UTC)
I hope so too! D:
It's exciting though ^-^
I'm super glad too :D I guess it just needed a break :p
Thank you! :D
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