Author's Notes: This was a spur of the moment story idea that just popped into my head. My close friend is currently pregnant, and I absolutely love the idea of pregnancy and parenthood. (On the side note, I can't wait for my turn). I adore the whole Tina and Mike ship, and I would love to see where it goes. This is a future fic, and I had a ball writing this.

Since this is set in the future, I'm playing things by ear. It was absolutely fun to write, and I hope you will have the same fun as I had reading this story.

I like the idea that the characters are more mature and developed, since it gives the characters room for a deeper storyline. But at the same time, I like the idea that they retain some of their High School character traits, which are light and good sidebar to the story.

Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox.


Eight years out of High School and five years out of college, things were pretty good for the 26 year old Tina Cohen-Chang. After successfully leaving the clutches of Lima, Ohio, she graduated from NYU with a degree in Music. These days, she's been working in on and off-Broadway productions (where she bumps into Rachel and Kurt most of the time) as well as several side projects with NYU and other institutions.

Though she may not have become a glittering star like Rachel Berry, who can be found in the city these days in the local production of Wicked cast as Elphaba, Tina couldn't be more content with her life. A steady stream of projects was coming in, things were stable, and more importantly, she was happy.

Smiling into the pot of spaghetti sauce she was stirring, Tina was a far cry from the shy, emotional Goth from High School. Moving to New York, living on her own, and finally working must have seen a lot of growing up for her.

Adding a handful of spices to the red mix, the small diamond on her ring finger caught the light of the late afternoon glare of the sun flittering through the window.

And, right, she was engaged. Tina smiled.

"Should I be worried that you're smiling at a pot of tomato sauce?" said a very amused voice from the kitchen entrance.

Laughing, Tina switched off the burner and covered the pot. Briefly looking at the cooked spaghetti noodles, she decided that dinner was ready. She turned around just in time as a lean, muscular pressed against her in a hug, effectively trapping and pushing her against the kitchen counter.

"Hello to you too," Tina chuckled and drew her arms around his neck, and offered a soft kiss in greeting. She felt him grin against her lips, and soon effectively deepening the kiss and pushing her further against the kitchen counter. A giggle escaped her lips as soon he started kissing her neck. "Mike!"

Mike Chang pulled himself away from her, looking down at her sheepishly. "Hello," he grinned, and swooped down for a chaste kiss. "This is nice,"

"It is, isn't it?" she laughed and lightly pushed him away, slipping out of his grasp. "But I'm hungry, so go set the table,"

"Right," Following her around the kitchen, he kissed her on the cheek and reached into the overhead cupboards, pulling out the plates and a bowl for a salad. In a clatter of plates and silverware, he easily slipped out of the kitchen and into the adjacent dinning area of their small apartment.

Tina silently puttered around the kitchen, finishing up on their meal and softly humming a melody from a song she heard on the radio earlier that day. Looking over her shoulder, she watched Mike lay down the last plate on the table before quickly disappearing into their bedroom, most likely to change. She smiled and suddenly felt warm inside at the thought of Mike. (Was she turning into a schoolgirl again?)

After dating back in High School, the two broke up some time during their senior year. After leaving for NYU, briefly dating people here and there, Tina and Mike eventually bumped into each other at a Starbucks outlet in New York during their sophomore year of college. She was with her music friends from NYU, and he was with his Julliard classmates. Neither of them really knew that they were actually in the same city until that fateful meeting. From there, they stayed in touch and occasionally met up, until one thing led to another, and they ended up dating again.

Tina smiled at the memory while transferring the cooked noodles into a pasta bowl. She and Mike had been dating for six years already, and it was just earlier this year during their anniversary that he had proposed. It was absolutely sweet. And as cliché and mushy as it may be, she was definitely in love with the dancer.

"I should seriously get into that head of yours,"

Mike appeared next to hear, this time in a pair of sweats and his old Julliard t-shirt. He was still remarkably taller than her, and his body more defined and leaner from the years of dancing. These days, he was busy running an up and coming dance school in New York and choreographing productions here and there.

"What?" Tina looked at him quizzically, taking the bowl of pasta and turning on her heels. "I do not know what you are talking about,"

"You're smiling a lot lately," he called out while transferring the tomato saucer out of the pot. Picking up the sauce bowl, he followed her out of the kitchen. "It's kind of creepy,"

"Hey!" Tina laughed and walked past him, nudging him with her hip. She easily returned with a bowl of salad and placed it in the middle of the table before sitting down on the small table across of Mike.

"So what's got you all smiling?" Mike asked as they ate, passing the tomato sauce to her.

Tina shrugged and chewed on her salad. She eyed him playfully. "Was just thinking,"

"Of?"

"You?" Tina grinned coyly, cocking her head to the side before continuing with eating.

Mike chuckled and ate his spaghetti. "And?" He pressed, looking at her with an amused expression. "Doing what?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't push your luck,"

He laughed and raised his hands in mock-surrender. "Just saying," he dropped his hands and continued eating. "And besides," he added as an after thought. "I'm already lucky. Lucky enough to be with you," For good measure, he winked.

"Oh, c'mon!" Tina laughed loudly. "Aren't you just cheesy,"

Mike grinned. "And you love it,"

"I love you,"


"What are you doing home?" Mike asked when he arrived home from work later in the week. He watched Tina stir from her sprawled out position on the couch and look at him through a curtain of tousled black hair. He smirked. Cute.

"I think I'm coming down with something," she announced simply, sitting up on their beige colored couch and curling her legs under her.

His smile immediately dropped and he quickly crossed the room and sat down next to her. She curled into his side and his arms instantly went around her, hugging her prone form. "What happened?"

"I don't know, I just feel so nauseous today. I threw up after lunch at work, and got a bit dizzy," Tina mumbled into his chest. She snuggled into him, and sighed. "I'm tired and my stomach hurts from the dry heaving,"

"Maybe you ate something bad," suggested Mike, while rubbing her back in comfort. He idly looked at the half-empty tea mug and the open box of soda crackers.

"Maybe," Tina muttered. "Maybe it was the egg sandwich I had for lunch,"

Mike hugged her and smiled. "There you go. It might have been the eggs,"

Tina twisted in his lap, now looking up at him with a tired smile on her face. She curled her legs closer to her body, and half-hugged Mike. "My hero,"

"My damsel," Mike smiled, brushing hair away from her damp face. He ran his hand soothingly through her black hair, which no longer held any outrageous dyes in them. Cupping her face, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "If things are still bad for you tomorrow, you better see the doctor,"

Tina sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right," She suddenly felt her stomach churn and she winced. Pushing herself away from Mike, she sat up and hurried out of the living room and towards the bathroom.

Mike walked into the bathroom with her kneeling over the toilet, retching and coughing. Sighing sympathetically, he sat down next to her and pulled her hair back. "It'll be okay," he murmured, rubbing her back soothingly.

After a couple of dry heaves, Tina whimpered and flushed the toilet before standing up and washing her face and mouth. "This sucks," she muttered, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Those were some horrible eggs,"

Mike appeared next to her in the mirror, and once again brushed some stray hair away from her face. He smiled at her reflection. "Do you want to sue the sandwich maker?"

Tina chuckled softly. "I don't think we should sue my boss for some dodgy sandwich,"

Smiling, Mike hugged her and then bodily guided her out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. Steering her towards their queen sized bed, he gently urged her to lie down. "How about you just lie down and rest. I'll see if I can get you to eat some soup and crackers, and in the morning we visit the doctor,"

Tina rolled her eyes at him. "You don't have to go with me to the doctor," She adjusted her blanket around her body and watched him putter around the room. "It's no big deal. Besides, you have work,"

"C'mon, it's the least I can do with you throwing up. I should have made you lunch or something," Mike said from the doorway.

"The least you can do is snuggle with me later," Tina smiled tiredly at him.

Mike chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, watching her with an amused expression. "Okay, we can do that,"

The following morning didn't bring much of an improvement when Mike woke to the sounds of Tina throwing up in the bathroom, followed by the muffled sounds of cursing and the toilet flushing, after which the shower started running. Minutes later, he sat up, watching her lumber into the room wrapped in a towel with her wet, tousled hair and a sour expression on her face.

"I'm this close of suing my boss for attempt of murder," muttered Tina, as she picked out her clothes for the day. "I swear he's trying to kill me through rotten eggs,"

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you to the doctor?" Mike asked, while watching her change. Though she may be sick, it was still a nice view (after all, he was still a guy).

Pulling on a long sleeved shirt, Tina turned to him. "The doctor's office is just a couple of blocks away, I can take a cab, Mike," She smiled tiredly at him and pulled him out of bed. "Now get up, and make me something that I wont throw up,"

"Aye-aye, captain," Mike grinned, kissing her lightly on the lips and walking out of their bedroom.

Breakfast still seemed more of a challenge for Tina as even dry toast left her nauseous. After a long debate with Mike whether or not he should just drive her to the doctor's office (to which she threatened him with bodily harm should he decide to be late for work just so he could drive her to the doctor's), she later found herself at the doctor's office, waiting for her turn.

"Tina Cohen-Chang,"

Looking up from reading Cosmo ("Ten exciting bedroom secrets that will leave your partner breathless"), Tina looked at the nurse with the clipboard and closed the magazine. Standing up, she dropped the magazine on her chair, and walked towards the brunette.

"Dr. Davids will see you now, Miss Cohen-Chang," the nurse smiled leading her to a door labeled 'Dr. Davids, MD.'

"Thanks," Tina smiled and walked into the spacious office of Dr. Davids. She offered a small 'Hi' to the middle aged red head and sat down across her desk.

"Hi Tina, how are you today?" Dr. Davids smiled at her, leaning back in her chair and watching her.

"I've been throwing up since yesterday. I can't eat anything without getting nauseous afterwards," Tina looked annoyed. "That, and I'm kind of tired,"

The doctor wrote some notes on Tina's card and nodded. After asking her how often she threw up today and yesterday, she scribbled down a few more notes. "Did you eat anything that might have caused this?"

"I ate an egg sandwich,"

Dr. Davids bore an amused smile and she shifted in her seat. Leaning forward, she leaned on her table with a bemused expression on her face. "Is that all, nothing raw or possibly expired?"

Tina looked confused and scratched her arm absently. "Nothing, really. Just the sandwich, though the eggs didn't really seem off or did it smell funny,"

"Okay, Tina," Dr. Davids sat up and watched the young woman. "When was the last time you had your period?"

"My period?" Tina looked confused, than all of the sudden her eyes widened and she gasped. "Oh. You think?"

The doctor smiled and chuckled softly at the flustered woman. "When did you last have your period, Tina?"

"I—I, uh, It was… Oh my god," Tina slumped in her seat, shocked. She fidgeted in her seat, running a hand through her hair, her momentary nausea totally forgotten. "But we were safe, well, I thought we were safe, I mean, oh god!"

Laughing, Dr. Davids scribbled down a note and paged for the nurse to come in. "How about we just do a quick test, and confirm that. Then we'll figure out how far along you are, then you can visit your OB-GYN, get you on prenatal vitamins, and schedule visits,"

Tina blinked and nodded, more in shock than anything else. The nurse appeared next to her and guided her to the laboratory for a pregnancy test. Oh, boy.

After a long day at the doctor's office, that involved a couple of times of throwing up, a possible panic attack, and a difficult recall of her last period, a tired but surprisingly amused Tina sat in front of Mike's dance school. Sitting on the bench near the rows of flowers, Tina took a tentative bite out her croissant.

"Looks like you're eating again,"

Looking up, she saw Mike hovering over her. Chewing thoughtfully how she'd tell him the news, she watched him plant a kiss on her forehead, before sitting down next to her.

"So how did things go at the doctor's?" he asked, while swinging an arm around her and pulling her closer. Some of his students passed by, and he waved at them.

Tina smiled and finished her treat. Hopefully it'll stay down. "We'll, I'm not dying,"

Mike squeezed her shoulder and he chuckled. "That's good to know. I'd like to have you around a few more years," He kissed her temple. "But seriously, what's was wrong? Was it the eggs?"

Oh, it was eggs, alright. Like a fertile egg. Thought Tina, in amusement. "Kind of,"

He looked confused. "Kind of?"

Tina sighed and sat up, pulling his arm away from around her and turned towards him. She smiled. "I love you," she said, kissing him soundly on the lips. Pulling away, and giggling at his surprised expression, she kissed his cheek.

"I love you too, Tee," He stared at her, suddenly worried. "But seriously, what's up?"

"Here," Tina pulled out a bottle of vitamins out of her purse and offered them to him. "My doctor gave me these, and I have to see her again next week. You can come too,"

"Huh?" He looked at her, confused and even more worried. He could faintly hear the pills clatter inside the bottle as he turned the bottle to read the prescription. His breath caught in his throat as he read the prescription with wide eyes, a huge smile steadily forming on his lips. 'Prenatal Vitamins,'

"Tee," he breathed, looking up at her and smiling at her. A soft bark of laughter escaped his lips, and his smile never wavered, and he held her at arms length. Mike's eyes shone with happiness. "Oh my god, Tee! Really?"

Tina's eyes watered, and she nodded. Suddenly, she felt overwhelmed with his unbridled happiness, and she chocked at the sudden onslaught of tears. "I'm about five weeks pregnant,"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mike whooped, overjoyed. In a sweeping motion, he pulled her towards him, effectively crushing her small form into him and laughing happily. "I love you, Tee,"

Tina offered him a watery smile as she hugged him. She laughed as he mumbled incoherent things into her hair. "I love you," she said. Looking up to him, she kissed him again. "Congratulations, dad,"


A/N: Please review and share your ideas! Thank you for reading.