Disclaimer: I do not own The Host or any of the characters associated with it. I am only using them to put my own twist on Stephenie Meyer's wonderful story.

My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I saw was the smiling face of Jeremy looking down on me. I smiled up at him and his smile grew as a response. I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he scooted closer to me. I cuddled up to him and sighed contentedly. I was happy, completely and utterly happy and I didn't even care that it was a false happiness. I didn't even care that as soon as we got up we would be on the run once more. I had Jeremy here next to me and that was all that mattered.

"Good morning, love," he murmured as he planted a tender kiss on my forehead. When his lips left I could still feel where they had been on my forehead. I felt as if that kiss had been stamped on my forehead and that I would feel its imprint for the rest of my life.

"Morning," I greeted then yawned and stretched. He loosened his grip on me allowing me space to stretch my stiff limbs, but he never completely let go of me. After I finished I snuggled back up to him and gazed into his leafy green eyes. Swirls of gold danced inside of them like laughter bouncing though a room full of happy people. They were beautiful eyes and I loved them. It didn't even matter to me that they had no hint of silver behind them. I loved this human and no one would ever change that.

It did not matter to me in the slightest that I was a soul and he was not. He was more important to me than any soul I'd ever met. Jeremy was my life. He was the love of my life.

"Ready for breakfast Melody?" he inquired as his arms automatically wound around me once more. As if it had voice of my own my stomach growled and he laughed. I joined in too, but my laughter was small giggles I tried to withhold instead of loud outright laughter, but this only made him laugh harder. "I think that would be a yes."

"Yes, I think you're right," I replied with another giggle that made Jeremy's eyes twinkle.

"How about our little sea monkey?" he asked as he patted my rounded stomach. I lay my hand on top of his and smiled.

"It's starving," I told him softly as I stared into his breath-taking eyes. He smiled at me and rubbed my stomach.

"Good because I'm making pancakes," he informed me brightly. He moved to get up but I grabbed his hand and put it back on my stomach.

"Wha…" he began but stopped.

"It's kicking, Jeremy. Our baby is kicking," I told him with shining eyes. Wonder crossed his face as he kneeled on the bed next to me with his hand on my stomach feeling the movement of the child inside of me. His eyes were brighter than ever as he sat on the bed with me. He looked so happy and that made my happy. He loved our unborn baby.

You two make me sick.

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