Author Notes : Sorry if this turns out bad. This was made by request. Someone PM'd me so I made this for you. BIANCS! This is for you!

Ema dug her hand even deeper into her lab coat pocket.

Relax, Skye.

Relax.

Just tell him…and run for it.

She plunged her hand even deeper, almost breaking the test stick in half.

She made a run for the bathroom and looked at her reflection.

She was her regular self except she had gotten skinnier from the morning sickness she'd been having 2 months ago which she couldn't gain it back.

She picked up the test stick once more and looked at the view point.

There was a positive sign and the word clearly printed out on it, PREGNANT.

Ema's spine gave a violent shudder each time she looked at the word.

It was sickening already.

A woman she recognized came out of one of the cubicles.

Ema looked at her. "Is Klavier Gavin around?"

The woman cleared her throat. "I think he's at a meeting"

The detective quickly made for the conference room.

The two doors stared at her.

She placed her hand and pushed it open.

"G-Gavin…we have to talk!" she barged in.

The man himself had his legs cropped crossed on top of the long conference desk, sipping a cup of milk.

He lowered the mug.

There was a milk mustache on his upper lip. "Got milk?"

Ema groaned.

"We really, really have to talk Mr. Head detective sir." She begged the man even if he wasn't someone who was expected to even be respected.

Gumshoe waved her off. "Sure thing, pal."

Klavier Gavin stood up and was tugged violently by the detective outside.

"What is it my fräulein?"

"This…This is serious." She said with a tear coming on at the edge of her eyes.

His face got serious. "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah…it's me…"

Klavier still had no idea what she was talking about.

He shot her a look.

Ema took out the test stick from her pocket with a sweaty palm.

The rock star held out his hand for her to give it over to him but she kept her grip.

"Are you gonna tell me?" he asked her.

The detective let go of the stick, letting it fall into his hands.

He turned it to the proper position.

The proper position for him to read it.

"Klavier…" Ema hesitated." I'm…I'm...I'm…pre---"

The prosecutor downed.

He pulled Ema to him and let her sob on his shoulder.

He rested his cheek on her head and stroked her slowly.

"We'll get through this," Klavier said, feeling like he was choking. "Together."