As she was drawing a bath, Carly heard wheels screeching against pavement. Something told her Sam would be arriving home shortly. She turned the water off and pulled a bathrobe around herself; walked to the window and slipped a finger between the blind slats to peek out. Sure enough, there was Bumblebee, speeding up the street. He suddenly hit the breaks and showily executed an impossibly tight parallel parking job that left marks on the road. Sighing, Carly looked at Sam's own car—the one that wasn't a giant transforming robot—parked forlornly across the street, looking pathetic. She decided not to say anything. Sam missed Bumblebee, and it saved them gas.

Sam stepped out of Bumblebee's cab and patted his hood, talking fondly to him as Carly forced open their bedroom window and leaned out it. Bumblebee saw her before Sam did, and revved his engine to say hello.

She smiled and rested her chin in her hand. "Hello, Bumblebee."

"Good evening, Carly," Bumblebee replied, polite as always.

"Thanks for watching Sam today."

"He was no trouble at all."

"Hey! Hey!" Eyes ping-ponging between Bumblebee and Carly, Sam began to furiously tap Bumblebee's hood to garner their attention. Mostly his. " Hey, what is this? My fiancé, and my car? Ganging up on me?" he feigned insult. "See, this is what I put up with all the time. This rude, incredibly hurtful totally,..." Carly's cocked head and portending expression caused him to trail off and reconsider his next words carefully. "Beautiful, gorgeous...wonder-wonderful woman. Love ya, babe."

"Mm-hm," Carly hummed, smirking. "Come upstairs, Sam. I've got a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" Sam asked dumbly. He smirked, clearing his throat and shoving his hands into his pockets, looking around casually. "What—ahem—what kind of surprise?"

"Come up and I'll show you." She directed a sweet smile and a tiny wave towards Bumblebee. "Night, 'Bee."

Bumblebee drove off and Sam took the elevator up to their flat, his mind swimming with possibilities. Carly was a beautiful woman, and very sexual. He hoped tonight would be one of those hard-to-forget nights. When he set his briefcase down near the door and began peeling out of his jacket, he saw her. Walking toward him in a skimpy little bath robe with those long sexy legs, blonde hair in a clip.

"Yes!" he whispered, dropping the jacket and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Great surprise. What are you, a hot, zealous masseuse?"

Carly pulled away, confusion written on her face. "What? Oh!" she looked down at herself, then back up at him, laughing gently. "No, no, I was actually about to take a bath. The real surprise—come sit down."

She lead him to the sofa and they both sat, her rubbing the backside of his hand lovingly, him smiling curiously and seeking out her eyes.

"Sam. I love you very, very much." she paused to kiss his hand. His smile grew. "And I want us to spend the rest of our life together."

"Me, too." Now, Carly had turned away, and he wasn't sure why but he got the idea that she might be crying. Something about the way she portrayed herself. He bent down, as well, and glimpse at her. She was crying. "Carly?" he gently took his hand from hers and held her shoulders. "What's wrong? Did I—did I do something?"

She threw her head back and laughed through the tears. "Yes, technically."

Sam grew worried. He touched the side of her face, frowning. "What? What did I do? You gotta tell me. You're laughing, you're crying, and I don't know what's going on. You gotta fill me in, here. I'm lost. "

"I'm pregnant."

Sam's eyes grew wide as saucers. His mouth dropped open. "What? Are you serious?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, wiping the last few tears from her eyes. She laughed a little more and leaned back into the sofa, smiling. "I wanted to call you, but I thought it would be better to wait, and tell you in person."

The feeling was still gone from his limbs, but he somehow managed to drop into the sofa next to her and pull her close, kissing her temple. "No, you're right. I'm glad you waited. I just—I can't believe it! I'm gonna be a dad! I'm gonna—holy shit I can't believe it! I'm gonna be—Carly, we're gonna be parents!"

She looked positively radiant. "I'm so excited! ...Do you think we're ready?"

"Yeah. Of course we're ready."

She gently rested her head in the crook of his neck and was silent for a few moments. "Promise you'll still love me, when I'm so big I can't even bend over?"

"Promise."

"What about when I start having mood swings? Or make you run out at three in the morning for ice cream?"

He shrugged. "I can handle it."

"But what about when I—"

"Carly." he sat up and faced her. "Even when you're dipping corn dogs in peanut butter and crying hysterically, I'll still love you."

Carly made a face. "That sounds revolting."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "say that again in a couple of months. I bet it'll be your favorite."

They sat in the dim light and cuddled a little longer, just holding onto one another and listening to the other breathe. Sam rubbed her arm softly, and Carly nearly forgot she was in a bath robe. After a while, she said, "I still can't believe it. We're going to have a baby."

"I know." he set a hand on her stomach. Suddenly, he was digging through his pocket. "I gotta tell 'Bee." finding his pocket empty, he excitedly walked over to where he'd thrown his jacket earlier. "This will blow his mind."

"What about our parents?" Carly asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" he was already dialing. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, them too. Just—just hold on a minu—'Bee, hey 'Bee! Guess what?"

...

"Carly's pregnant!"