A/N: Cliffy fanfic. I never liked how the ep went where they thought Isabel was pregnant, so unfair. I wanted to see how Michael and Isabel would have handled it. Here is my version.some suggestive scenes.

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He held her close, his lips and hands bringing out soft moans she could not keep inside. Nothing else existed except Michael as he made love to her; nothing outside of the bed was real. Her world consisted of sounds, taste, and feel…all of them with him. Her senses so enhanced that the smallest touch was like an electric charge, and she pulled his head closer, as he moved against her. Driving her to the brink of death, and with his last push the world exploded.

When she opened her eyes, she looked up into the soft brown eyes of the man she loved. He was studying her with worried eyes. She smiled up at him, lifting a shaky hand up to touch his cheek.

"I'm alright, Michael."

"I love you Isabel."

She reached up and pulled his head down, her lips touching his in a sweet tender kiss. She moaned as he rolled onto his side, pulling her to him, holding her close.

"Isabel?"

She smiled and moved closer to Michael. "Umm, I love you Michael."

"Isabel." She heard the words softly spoken and a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly she came awake, and leaning over the bed was her best friend, the man in her dreams-Michael. She sat up, her eyes wide, staring at him for a moment. Then she dropped back to her pillow, burying her head as she caught the tender smile on his face.

She was so embarrassed, as she pulled the covers over her head. She felt the bed give as Michael sat down beside her, and pulled at the covers. "Go away Michael." Her words coming out muffled from her pillow.

"I am not leaving Isabel."

"Go away,"

He pulled off the cover from her head, reached, and turned her over so he could see her. He brushed the hair out of her eyes. "I came by to invite you on a picnic, and a nice ride, just the two of us. We haven't spent any time together in a while now."

Isabel studied him, he wasn't laughing at her. She was sure he had to have heard her, had he dreamed the same thing? God she hoped not." She could feel her cheeks redden.

"Michael, it's early."

"Not really, it's eleven now. I fixed us a nice lunch. That is if you want to come."

How long have you been here?"

"A few minutes."

"Oh, was I talking in my sleep?"

"You? I don't remember."

Isabel got out of bed, and moved to her closet. She opened it as she looked for something to wear. Michael sat on her bed, watching her. A tiny smile gracing his lips. He had heard her all right, and he couldn't remember feeling this good before. She loved him, she wanted him. Him, Michael, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks as they say in the movies. However, on their world he was one of the royal four. He wondered if he should say anything to her yet. When had she started having feelings for him? He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted her. He shouldn't love her but he did. He always had.

Isabel grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom. Michael sat there on her bed, a big smile on his face. Then he thought about Max, his best friend would want to beat him to a pulp. Max was very protective of his sister, no one messed with her. Not even his best friend, who was like a brother to him. Yeah he would want to pound on him. Nevertheless, it would be worth it. He got up and paced the room.

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Isabel's door opened and Max looked in, seeing his friend there he walked in and shut the door. He glanced around and then heard his sister in the bathroom.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Isabel and I are going for a ride."

"You and her? Why? Wont Maria get mad at you?"

"I'm not with her Max. Remember? Do we say anything about you being with Liz?"

"That's different, she isn't my sister."

"I should hope not. But really Maxwell you should stop trying to control Izzy."

"Me? Who else will protect her?"

"Me, Maxwell that is my job."

The door opened and Isabel came out dressed. She glanced at her brother. "Max, what are you doing here?"

"Just checking on you before I leave. Liz and I are going to a lecture. Where are the two of you going?"

"Max! We are spending some time together. Okay?"

"Max go and get your morning kiss from Liz, and leave us alone."

"Okay, see you both later. Don't be late."

Both shook their head at their leader as he left. Isabel turned to Michael. "Are you ready? Do you have to be back early?"

"No, off today. Why?"

"Just thinking, he wants us back early, and-."

"We do the opposite. Wont Max be so pleased with us?" He smiled and followed her out the door.

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They were in Isabel's car, and Michael was driving. He had the radio on but turned down so he could hear her if she wanted to talk. He drove with his thoughts occupied by what he had dreamed the night before and what he had heard this morning. She hadn't said Rath in the dream, she had said Michael. So she had been dreaming of her, perhaps it was the same dream.

Isabel glanced at him, seeing him tapping his long slender index fingers on the steering wheel to the music. He was so handsome, and she had this desire to reach out and touch him. Instead, she began to rub her pants leg over her thigh. Maybe this little outing wasn't such a good idea after all.

Michael glanced at her, seeing her worrying her bottom lip, and smiled. He turned his attention back to his driving. He knew just the place, they were almost there.

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Michael sat there on the blanket in the shade with Isabel across from him. He ate as he watched her daintily eat her chicken leg. They had not talked much during the ride or since arriving.

He lay down on the blanket after he put his plate down. He lay watching her. She was watching him too. She moved closer to him, lying down with her head on his stomach. He reached out and took her hand, as they lay there. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do about them…yet. He didn't want to push her, or scare her. After all, she meant more to him than anyone else in the world.

"Michael, this morning -."

"I've been having dreams to." He said softly as he used his free hand to brush at her hair.

"You have?"

"Yes, I think the same ones as you."

"I was just dreaming, what I said.."

Michael sat up, pulling Isabel close. "Isabel I feel more than friendship for you. I always have. First, it was a boyish crush, and then it turned to the love a man has for the woman he is destined to be with forever. The woman who makes him complete. For a time I thought you had no interest in me. As a boy, I hated to see any boy get around you. When I was in that trailer nursing a cut lip or black eye, I would think of you. I would imagine myself with you. I remember sitting behind you in class, thinking of how pretty you were. Coming over to your house with Max, just to see you. Play board games, or just to watch a movie. As long as it was with you. I treasure each of those moments. I had no real hope, until I heard you. Isabel I hope that you feel the same. I love you, more than anyone in this world. I need you."

Isabel smiled up at him, her fingers playing with his hair. "Michael, I remember what we had before, it was incredible. I wanted that again, but thought you preferred Maria to me. It tore me up inside. To see you two together, it was a sharp dagger to my heart. I have loved you forever, as a little girl I used to write my name in my notebook, practicing it to see how it would look…Isabel Guerin. Silly, I know. I used to look at wedding gowns and dream of wearing one standing across from you. I used to kiss my pillow and pretend it was you. You are so special to me. You're handsome, sexy, kind, warm, and giving. I love everything about you.

His head moved towards hers, as their lips were fixing to meet for their first kiss, Isabel pulled back and jumped to her feet, and ran. She moved over to the rock, and began to throw up. Michael at for a moment stunned and then got up and followed her.

"Isabel?" He was worried he had made her sick. "Isabel, what's wrong, is it the food?"

She finished and turned to him, as he handed her a napkin to wipe her mouth. "No, I'm fine. Haven't felt too well the past few days."

Michael's stomach plunged, sick? She couldn't be. They didn't get sick. He led her back to the blanket and handed her a bottle of water, which she used to wash her mouth. She suddenly doubled over, grabbing her stomach and Michael moved closer to her, his hands on her shoulders.

"Isabel?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Isabel grabbed his hand.

"No, don't call him."

"Why? You need him." He laid her back on the blanket, as he laid his hand on her stomach. He began to get flashes and then he turned to her, his face had a look of surprise.

"Isabel, you're pregnant."

"But I can't be Michael. I haven't done anything."

'Well you are." Sadness came over him, as he looked into her shocked eyes. "Whose?"

"No one, and the only one I have dreamed about is you."

He placed his hand back on her stomach, and he saw the child who told him the secret. Michaels face lit up in a bright happy smile. He looked over at Isabel.

"It's mine! I'm the father. It's from the dreams Isabel. It can happen and it did!"

"Michael! A baby." He pulled her close, hugging her. She wrapped her arms around him, still in shock over what she had heard.