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Hunter's POV:

"Collin, no, I-," Hunter sighed. He hadn't been able to get more than a few words in without being interrupted. With Morgan freaking out about the baby and the ferry to Wexford and the constant phone calls from the rest of the New Charter-which he had been completely ignoring, by the way-he could barely breathe.

"Hunter, you haven't called us back once! You didn't show up to the meeting! What is going on?!"

"Would you let me explain or are you going to keep talking?!" Collin stopped talking. "I haven't returned your phone calls because there are more pressing matters than the stupid charter! I wasn't at the meeting because the damn ferry went down in this freak storm! Which I'm sure was magickally generated, by the way! And I would be dead right now but luckily enough for me Morgan had a feeling that morning and all put tied me to a chair to keep me from going!" There was dead silence for a moment.

"Oh. Do you have any theories on who sent the storm?" he sounded like he was trying to make amends.

"No, not yet. I've scried a dozen times and I got nothing," I sighed and laid my head in my free hand.

"You use a leug. Have you had Morgan try with fire? She sometimes gets better results," I let out an exasperated sigh, before I remembered he didn't know she was pregnant. But even if he did, explaining why exactly I didn't want her involved, again, was going to be quite annoying.

"She was on her knees begging me to let her," I could hear the puzzled silence on the other end.

"Why didn't you," most definitely puzzled. Why? Because no way was I putting her in more danger than she was already in -taking into account that very likely possibility this was about her-, not to mention the precious life growing inside of her. I wouldn't bring harm to our baby.

"Because I refuse to put them in danger that way!" the thought of someone hurting either one of them had me yelling again.

"What? Them? Who's "them"?" did I really want to explain this right now? Well, if I didn't to bad, I was going to have to.

"Morgan and the baby," I whispered it quietly, why I don't know. It just seemed if I said to loud the reality would shatter and I'd wake up from dream into a world where I was not having child with the woman I loved more than my own life.

"She's pregnant?" he sounded stunned. Shocked was a good word, too. His next question was probably going to be along the lines of "How could you be stupid enough to knock her up?!"

"Yes, my Morgan's having my baby," and you could hear the joy even in the whisper.

"Well, Hunter, as happy as I am for you, what exactly are you going to do? Having a baby on your hip is not exactly compatible with your duty to the New Charter. Oh, and tell me, why the hell didn't you use anti-conception spells?!" by this point I was irate.

"First of all, the only duty I have is to Morgan and my child, anything else takes the backseat! Secondly, we did use anti-conception spells! As to why they didn't work, don't ask me! And to your concern about my "duty" to the charter I was planning on telling you I was no longer going to be the poster boy I've been the past couple years and do something based out of Cobh so that I could be with Morgan! And that was decided before she was even pregnant so don't try to put the blame on my baby!" the silent was deafening.

"I'm sorry, Hunter. I overreacted; I understand you need to be with her. And the baby. And of course you could do something based out of Cobh, we could always find a replacement if that is what you wished. And you would still technically be in charge," he chuckled a bit at the end.

"Thank you for understanding. And yes, I would like that very much," a small lit my lips as I heard the water from the shower in the bathroom shut off.

"Congratulations. And good luck, small babies can be quite a handful. Not to mention pregnant witches," now he was really laughing.

"So I've noticed, she's not yet a few weeks, the raging hormones haven't yet made their first appearance and she's already more grumpy than usual," though that could be due to the fact she now having orange juice and eggs for breakfast instead of diet coke and pop tarts. She was quite pissed at me for that.

"I can imagine. Tell Morgan I said congratulations. And we'll be keeping an eye out for anything regarding to that freak storm," I nodded, not remembering he couldn't see me.

"Thanks, I'll tell her that," he said a quick goodbye and hung up. I snapped the phone shut and turned to face the smiling woman who was standing in nothing but a towel before me. As if she thought she could be even more appealing with hardly any clothes on, hell, she was sexy in my oversized sweat pants and sweatshirts, she was also quite appealing in- what am I saying, she was always appealing.

"Collin?" she asked with a smile. I nodded and walked towards until I had her face in my hands and her lips on mine. It was a chaste kiss; I needed to at least get some food in her before I completely ravaged her beautiful body.

"He said to pass on his congratulations," I kissed her again, she threw herself into it but I pulled back. She pouted, I laughed.

"Love, you need to eat," she scowled at me.

"I'm not hungry," I smiled and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"Darling, you need to eat. You're not just feeding you anymore," she glared at me but I could see the smile tugging at her lips.

"Well, the baby's not hungry, either. She's perfectly content," she smiled suddenly and my eyes widened.

"She? We're having a baby girl?" her eyes lit up brightly and she nodded.

"Yep, Moira."

"You've decided on a name?" I smiled.

"Well, kinda. I didn't really decide, per say. But that's what we're supposed to name her," now I was a little confused.

"Supposed to name her?"

"The very first time I scried, I saw Mackenna, with Belwicket's tools, and she gave them to Maeve, then Maeve gave them to me, and then I turned and gave it my daughter, Moira. I saw her name in my head, we're supposed to name her Moira," and suddenly I understood.

"Morgan. I know how you got pregnant. Why the spells didn't work to prevent it," her forehead creased.

"How?" I didn't really care, to be perfectly honest. The fact was that she was having my baby, she was pregnant, and I couldn't be happier. But it was still an interesting little tid bit, and, if you wanted to be even more honest, a bit scary. What on Earth did the Goddess have in store for my baby girl?

"She's fated, Morgan. Our baby girl is fated," and then I could see she understood, too.

"The spells wouldn't work if the Goddess had other plans would they?" I shook my head.

"No, they wouldn't. She was supposed to be conceived. She's supposed to be born. We're supposed to have her," Morgan nodded. She put my hand over my hand, the hand lying gently over stomach. I couldn't wait until she was showing. Though I shouldn't tell her that because she was absolutely dreading it. But then again, maybe if she thought I was happy about it she wouldn't mind it so much. Yeah, right. She'd probably just take my head off.

I cast my sense into her, until I found her womb. And there my wonderful, perfect, lovely baby girl was. Growing inside of the woman I loved, my Morgan. Then Morgan did the same as I had, and all three of our essences were touching, it was the strangest sensation, but I'd never felt more wonderful. To have my baby and Morgan there, just the three of us. And I new I'd die if I would honestly have to wait another nine months to see her.

Morgan POV:

I wanted her to look like Hunter. Emerald green eyes and hair like sunshine. He wanted her to look like me, and his argument stood that brown hair was a dominant gene and that blonde was recessive, therefore it was much more likely Moira would at least have my hair color. He also said that because brown was the most dominant eye color there was, and that because he also carried a blue eyed gene, that the chances of her having green eyes were very unlikely, especially when the chance of brown eyes was fifty percent, while blue and green shared the other fifty evenly. But I was not giving up hope; I was going to pray to the Goddess that she looked just like my adoring fiancé.

We'd be leaving to Cobh soon. Tomorrow, in fact. Our things were packed already, and because Hunter had been living out of a suitcase the past couple years and didn't have a permanent residence he had all the things he needed with him. I'd already called ahead to Cobh and told everyone what was going on. Some people were definitely not happy, but I was, so there was really nothing they could do about it. I wanted to get married as soon as possible, I wanted to have a ring in my finger before Moira was born, and I absolutely refused to be fat on my wedding day, no matter how much it didn't matter in the world of Wicca.

It was our last night here, and Hunter absolutely refused to make love to me. He said he didn't want me tired tomorrow. I told him I didn't care, but he said he did. Which left me lying there on my side pouting with his large hand on my tummy trying to soothe me, or at least get me to look at him. I was mad because I thought he was being ridiculously over-protective of me and I because I knew it was only going to get worse as the time passed. I mean, for god's sake, I didn't even have morning sickness yet! The clumsiness had not shown up and my eating and sleeping habits had not changed. I WASN'T EVEN SHOWING! But for some reason I had an inkling that Hunter wished I were. Well, to bad, he was just going to have to wait, because I was going to enjoy the non-fatness while I could!

"Morgan?" his voice was tender and it made me want to melt, but I was not going to give in. He was going to give me what I wanted or put up with my silence the rest of the night and if I felt like being mean tomorrow, too. "Morgan, please. You know I want to, but I want you to be rested even more, you're not just sleeping for yourself now," I let out an exasperated sigh. How many times in the past couple weeks had I heard him say that? Remember, you're not just - for yourself now. Not that it wasn't sweet he cared so much, I loved that he cared! But I wanted a damn pop tart and can of diet coke and I wanted to eat fried food and have mind-numbing sex all night! None of which he was allowing! "Morgan? Would you at least look at me?" I closed my eyes and turned my head towards him as to give the illusion I was finally giving in. when he saw my eyes closed he gave a sigh that sounded much like mine had earlier. "Morgan, open your eyes," I turned my back into the pillow and opened them.

"They're open," I sounded like a pouty child. He sighed again, and then he gave up on pleading and turned to persuasion. He started kissing a trail from my ear down my neck and slowly moved the strap of my flimsy tank top with his teeth. As he kissed his way back up I turned abruptly and captured his mouth with mine. My hands ran up and down his back and I pulled myself to his bare chest. His hands ran up my sides and I gasped as he squeezed my breast, he took this opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth, I tangled mine with his. Then suddenly he stopped, and smiled in triumph, my eyes had very much opened when he stopped. And with horror I realized his hands were no longer roaming my body but his arms had me in an iron like grip facing his magnificent face, and that when I opened my eyes I was suddenly staring into pools of emerald green. I gasped, "You didn't," my mouth was open in a little "o" and my eyes wide.

"I did," he smiled at me.

"HUNTER!" I screamed, and he laughed. And I spent the rest of the night not talking to him. And much of the next morning.