Hey, everyone! I know you are probably wondering why it always takes so long to post a new chapter and I really do not have a good reason behind it. The only thing I can really say is I am so sorry. I had some writers block, but I cannot say that I tried that hard. I'm going to finish this story up so that I can concentrate on my other stories. Thank you for reading this story.

THE END

I don't know why but it seems that whenever we travel we get back at odd hours of the night. We managed to get to our house by 3 am the day we got back to California from my parents. Josh wanted to meet Jesse and I about recording our videos, which never did get finished. Now that our deadline got extended we really needed to get to work.

Josh came over to the house at about 11 to talk to us. About every 20 minutes I would have to get up to calm Dillon down. Dillon was restless and fussy. After the third time going to attend Dillon, I just brought him back with me so that we could actually get some business done.

"Have you guys considered a nanny?" Josh said, as I walked in with Dillon.

I stopped dead in my tracks, why would he even ask that? I looked at Jesse who was looking at Josh like he wanted to slap him. I cleared my throat and said, "We do not need a nanny. This is our child and we are going to raise him, not someone else."

"The thing is that he can't go to concerts and press conferences and whatnot. Do you really want to expose your child to that sort of lifestyle?" Josh said.

"We have family and friends that are more that excited to baby sit him." Jesse said.

"And what about touring?" Josh said.

"We just finished an in-state tour, we won't be touring for at least another six months any ways. We still have to finish those videos." I said.

"True. But the next scheduled tour is in about a year, are you going to bring him?" Josh said.

"Of course we are. We have considered having Rebecca's mother come on tours with us to help out with Dillon." Jesse said.

"Ok. I just want to make sure you have this all planned out." Josh said.

"We have discussed these things. We know it isn't going to be easy being parents and stars, but we are going to try." I said.

"Alright. I trust your judgment." Josh said.

4 YEARS LATER

Josh had been right about trusting our judgment because we ended up selling out all the concerts for our next tour and my mother was ecstatic to come along.

Now Dillon is a bouncing toddler. We have put him in preschool and he loves it. He is so bright. He can count to twenty before getting confused, say his abc's, and he can write his first name. He loves to run and play, but it is difficult finding playmates for him.

One day he asked me, "Momma, can I have a baby brother or sister to play with?"

"Well, I'll have to talk to Daddy about it." I said. That was the only thing I could say. How am I supposed to tell my four year old that I can't have anymore children? Or that is what the doctors said four years ago. I have since then been taking medicine and vitamins to reconstruct the womb, but I haven't had a doctor test me yet.

"If he says yes, can I help pick out a name?" Dillon said, as he climbed up into his chair at the kitchen table.

"Sure." I said, with a smile. "What do you want for a snack? Apples with peanut butter and milk. Or a fruit cup, graham crackers, and orange juice to drink." I said, changing the subject. It was too difficult to even think about how blatantly Jesse will say no, but the fact that even if I was able to get safely pregnant doesn't not mean that I will get pregnant. It was too difficult to try to explain that to Dillon.

"Apples and peanut butter, please." Dillon said.

"Good manners." I said, with a big smile as I sliced up the apple.

When Dillon was in bed for the night, I had Jesse sit down on the couch so we could discuss what had happened earlier. I told him what Dillon said and I watched the smile slowly disappear off his face.

"Rebecca, must we go through this again." Jesse said.

"I am not saying that we just start trying to have a baby. All I'm saying is that I go to the doctor and see what she says. If she says no then it will be no, but I know that you can see how lonely Dillon gets. And it's not like you don't what another child. I know I do." I said.

"I don't want to risk our family to do so." Jesse said.

"Can I go see the doctor?" I said.

"Fine. If she says no, what are we going to do?" Jesse said.

"I don't know, Jesse. We could adopt a child." I said.

"I know that. What are we going to do if she says no more, ever?" Jesse said, more seriously.

"I can't answer that. I am trying not to think about the fact that I am unable to have more children. It breaks my heart." I said, feeling frustrated.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." Jesse said, kissing my forehead. I wrapped my arms around him and just held him close. As long as I had him everything would be okay. He gently kissed my lips giving me something to look forward too. I got excited and intensified the kiss.

Just as Jesse began to tighten his arms around me, Dillon stumbled out saying, "Mommy?"

I practically jumped off of Jesse. "What is wrong, honey?" I said, going over to him.

"I wet my bed." Dillon quietly said.

"Alright. Thank you for telling me. Let's go and change your pajamas and sheets." I said, taking his hand and pulling him into his room.

As I was tucking Dillon back into his bed, he said to me, "Did I mess up your kissing with Daddy?"

I looked at him stunned and stuttered out, "Umm…N….no. Besides that is something Daddy and I should do when we are alone."

"I'm sorry, Mommy." Dillon said.

"For what?" I said.

"That you can't be alone with Daddy. It's my fault." Dillon said.

"Honey, you are our priority. We get our alone time, but we have to make sure that you are taken care of. You are such a big boy but sometimes Mommy and Daddy still need to take you out." I said.

"Ok. Can I go to Grandma's this weekend?" Dillon said.

"Sure. Why do you want to?" I said.

"So you and Daddy can have some alone time." Dillon said, with a smile.

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'll tell Daddy how generous you are. Do you want him to come here so he can tell you good night?" I said.

"Umm…no. Just tell him that I love him." Dillon said.

"Ok. I will. I love you, Dillon." I said, kissing his forehead.

"I love you too, Mommy." Dillon said.

I walked out the door and right into Jesse. He reached behind me and shut the Dillon's door. "Is everything ok?" He said, tenderly touching my face.

"Everything is wonderful." I said, with a wink, turning towards our room. I could feel Jesse hot on my tail as I entered our room.

"I feel like I missed something when you tucked Dillon in." Jesse said, grabbing me as he shut the door.

"Before I even go into details. All I have to say that our baby boy is so smart." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"He isn't much of a baby anymore, but I know what you mean. He talks so well." Jesse said.

"That is what I'm talking about. He noticed us kissing and long story short, he wants to spend the weekend with Grandma so that we can have alone time." I said, with a smile.

Jesse's jaw dropped. Sure we were romantic, but not really sexual at all. Kissing and touches kept us wanting more. But we can't shove Dillon away all the time.

"I honestly think this is fate. He ask about a younger sibling and then he offers us a weekend alone. All I need to hear is the doctor say yes." I said.

"See if you can get in tomorrow." Jesse said, with a smile.

My eyes filled up with tears of excitement. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I squealed as I slipped out of his arms and jumped around. I was so happy nothing could ruin my mood.

Jesse let me settle down before he pulled me back into his arms. "Do you think that Dillon will wake up again?" Jesse asked.

"Probably not. Why?" I said.

"Because I would like to continue where we left off in the living room." Jesse said, eyes full of passion. I did not need to be told twice. I pulled his face to mine and gave him a kiss. Sure we had to be careful. Sure we had to be quiet. But the thing I love the most about Jesse and my relationship is that nothing is going to stops us from being romantic with each other. We know what boundaries there are, but we aren't going to give up the physical part of our marriage just because we have a child.

Dr. Unsteffer actually had an opening the next day and was able to get me in right away. "So, Rebecca, what do we need to talk about?" Dr. Unsteffer asked.

"Well, it has been several years since the shooting and we want to know if I can have anymore children." I said, graciously accepting a gentle squeeze of the hand from Vanessa. She came along for moral support.

"Alright. We will need to do some tissue testing, to test the nutrients. Also we will need to do a hysteroscopy, where we send a camera into the uterus to see what kind of scar damage there is." Dr. Unsteffer said.

"Whatever needs to be done." I said.

"I can extract the tissues but I do not have the equipment here for the hysteroscopy. I do have some assessment questions for you." Dr. Unsteffer said.

"Okay." I said.

"Has you menstrual cycle been normal since the last pregnancy?" She said.

"For the most part, yes. At first it was really light, spotty, and short, but it has become heavier and longer since then. It is pretty much the same as before." I said.

"Good. Have you had any abdominal pains that did not correlate with any stomach virus or cramps?" Dr. Unsteffer asked.

"Not that I can remember." I said.

"Have you had any bleeding that did not occur during menstruation?" She asked, going to a list on her clipboard.

"None." I said.

"Well everything sounds like it is all good. I would like to see the exterior scar if you don't mind lifting up your shirt." Dr. Unsteffer said. She felt around the scar, poking and prodding, continually looking for a reaction of pain or discomfort. "I don't feel much scar tissue here. The hormones seem to have done miracles on you. But to be sure let's get a sample of some uterine tissue. Go ahead and get on the examination table and place your feet in the stirrups." Dr. Unsteffer said, as she turned towards the cabinets and got out some kind of metal equipment.

"Time for the uncomfortable part." I joked to Vanessa. The tissue sampling was quick and painless. It was uncomfortable, but I survived.

"I will send these to be tested. We can meet next week to do the hysteroscopy to check up on inner scar tissue. I should have these results back by then and I will be able to give you a full analysis." Dr. Unsteffer said.

"Alright, sounds good. Is the receptionist going to set up a time?" I asked.

"Yes. She will fit you into my schedule. Tell her to rearrange things if it is full. I am really interested in seeing how your body recovered." Dr. Unsteffer said.

The week leading up to my next doctor's visit seemed to drag. I didn't tell Jesse much about the last visit because I wanted to surprise him. He was going with me this next time and I just knew it was going to be good news. Everything sounded perfect so far.

"Hello, Rebecca and Jesse. How are you doing?" Dr. Unsteffer said, as she walked in behind an intern pushing a large machine.

"Nervous." I said, smiling at Jesse.

"Well, I have my best hopes for this escapade. I will not have to put you under as long as you do not move. Do either of you want to see the screen?" Dr. Unsteffer said.

"I won't know what I'm looking at." Jesse honestly said.

"No. I just want you to be able to get a clear view of my uterus." I said.

"I would like to warn you that this is going to be cold and probably uncomfortable. If you feel any pain please let me know." Dr. Unsteffer said, seriously.

I just nodded and laid back on the table. Jesse was sitting in a chair that was near my head and I could feel him watching my face. "You don't look as scared as I thought you would." Jesse said, kissing my hand.

"Because I know that something good is going to happen. I just feel like this is right." I said.

"I pray that you are right." Jesse said.

"This is going to be cold and you are going to feel some discomfort." Dr. Unsteffer said.

I closed my eyes and just relaxed. I opened my eyes to see Jesse staring into them. I smiled and indulged in the love that he was showing to me now, just through a look.

The room was completely silent for about five minutes before Dr. Unsteffer mumbled, "That is impossible."

"What? What is it?" I said, panicked.

"It's nothing." Dr. Unsteffer said, amazed.

"What do you mean?" Jesse said.

"Literally there is nothing. There is no scar tissue." Dr. Unsteffer said.

"Are you sure?" I said.

"I need to properly record this. I have to go over every medication we had you on these past four years. This is impossible." Dr. Unsteffer said, as she started cleaning up the equipment.

I turned towards Jesse with a big smile. "We can have a baby!" I said.

"Yes. We can." Jesse said, kissing me. "We should get started in the process very soon." Jesse said, kissing me deeper.

Let's just say that about nine months later we were blessed with a beautiful baby girl named, Rachelle Marie McCartney. My life was completely filled with bliss and who knows what else is in store. I can't want until the day that my grandchildren will ask how very special Rachelle is, or Kelli, or Samuel.

THE END!

So, what do you think! I had to make it happy! Thank you so much for reading this story!LOTS of LOVE,Froggy2045