Technically the last chapter was my epilogue. Since this is my only active story though, and I never want it to end here goes nothing.

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If you listened close enough Zachs finger stroking her hand could be heard. She could hear it, and that rhythm was slowly lulling Cammie to sleep.

His hand was perpendicular to hers. Four fingers covering the back of her hand, palms touching.

"Your hands are dry and rough, you should moisturize," Cammie gurgled, fighting sleep.

Zach audibly grounded. Breaking his hand to rest it on her soft, fuzzy pajama top.

The small bump not going unnoticed by him. Although, he wasn't pointing it out either. He had gotten in trouble earlier.

"My jeans don't button," She pouted loudly, throwing them onto the bed with the other four pairs. She made sure her complaint reached Zach in the next room.

"What's the issue?" He questioned walking in and snaking his arms around her hips. "Ahh," He rubbed her abdomen, "the baby's growing. I was reading she's now the size of- umph."

Cammie threw his arms back twisting one a little harder than necessary. "It's the size of an Apple, I know. That doesn't mean I like it," She spat, walking back in the closet.

"I thought this hormonal stuff was behind us?" Zach called out to his wife.

"Morning sickness and that's not completely gone either," She huffed from her walk in closet.

He dropped it, going to find some M&Ms as a "sorry" present. The candy still hadn't been touched when they retired to bed, Zach noticed.

Now he wasn't sure how to approach the topic, but things needed to be talked out. He wasn't to shabby at this talking thing. Cammie was the quiet one.

"Babe, you okay?" With his hand still on her he felt her body tense for a moment.

"I'm good," She lied effortlessly.

"Gallagher Girl," He warned, feigning hurt, but implying a seriousness.

Silence.

"Do you regret this?" Zach murmured no louder than a whisper.

Cammies eyes widened in the dark even though he couldn't see them. She was happy they made it past the scary point. She knew that meant a bump. And she was excited they could finally visualize the baby.

She was terrified that something would happen. She didn't want to be treated like China, but her heart lurched at even bumps.

In addition, she was selfishly worried about getting bigger. It would draw unnecessary attention to her. While she wasn't insecure, that didn't mean she liked getting bigger by the day.

"No. Never," she gathered her thoughts, preparing to say more.

"Then what's the issue," Zach didn't get it.

"Nothing," She should be able to tell her husband, but she didn't want it to get awkward.

Zach was struggling. He thought he was piecing it together, but didn't want to say something completely unrelated to what she was feeling.

Silence settled again.

"I love you," Zach treaded lightly. His hand caressing her face, moving stray hairs.

"And I'll still love you when you have grey hair and when you go bald-"

Cammie giggled.

"Or when we are using walkers and hitting terrorists over the head with our canes. No matter how pregnant you are I'm still going to love you Gallagher Girl.

I know everyone is going to want to touch and stare when your as big as a watermelon. But I'll break their hands if they feel to much and their necks if they look to long."

"Zach," she exclaimed through laughter. Feeling more assured already, "thank you." Cammie rested her hand over his. "There not that bad."

"What?"

She chuckled again, "your hands."

"My hand are gorgeous," She felt his smirk, "And," He trailed his fingers down her side to her bare thigh, "they do great things."

He moved her leg over his hip. There lips meeting halfway. Nothing more needed to be said tonight. That conversation could wait for the morning.