4 AM.
Blu Soldier slept soundly on his side, at the top bunk bed like a satisfied seal. The moonlight penetrated the room and highlighted his yellow nightcap that covered his eyes in consistent fashion with his helmet.
The very soft snores were not enough to cover the old wood creaking as a backlit figure emerged, climbing the stairs to Solly's bed. Ominous and moving in a wary manner, it grabbed its head and there was a click.
A very dim miner's light barely lit Medic's features as he slowly peeled back Solly's comforter to reveal a very round looking paunch, bellybutton peeking from the undersized t-shirt.

With the greatest of care, he rolled back the garment and took a moment to take in the view before gently applying pressure to the skin, then softly rubbing it. Hanging on his neck, the stethoscope was put to use, targeting various spots on Solly's smooth dome.
Medic smiled. "Magnificent." He whispered.
"BOO." Soldier barked, throwing Medic off his balance and making him fall flat on the ground.
"And keep your german hands off my body!" He said, throwing the stethoscope. Soldier was not much for examinations.

The following morning, the Blu team sat on their round table eating breakfast.
While everyone took their time to appreciate their native cuisine, Solly, now dressed in an oversized shirt devoured the copious amounts of meat and eggs in his plate, a quantity way beyond even for an avid eater.
Pyro still had his straw stuck on his mask when he motioned a downward movement to his mate in a "slow down" kind of way, which Soldier ignored.

Heavy came out of the kitchen, tired from cooking so much. "You done american?"
"Omnomnomnom."

Later that day, a small car parked near the team's headquarters. A lady dressed like a secretary came out of it.

The bell rang and Engineer promptly opened the door.
"Oh Miss Pauling! What brings you here?"
"Good afternoon Dell, I came in Admin's orders. Is your doctor here?"
"I think so. Please come in miss."

Engie, Medic and Miss Pauling sat around the desk in the infirmary, a white, clean place with weird specimens in jars serving as a poor substitute for tasteful decoration.
"I'm sure you suspect what brings me here."
"Don't have a clue." Engie replied.
"Well, noticed anything different about any of your crewmates?"
"Pyro has always been...different."
"That's not what I mean. Out of your ordinary."
Medic kept silent.
"Yeah, now that you mention it, Snipes hasn't been checking his mailbox as often."
"Damnit Dell, I'm talking about Soldier!"
"Soldier?" He replied, looking surprised.
"Yes. Medic, please explain." She said, rubbing her forehead.
"Remember when Soldier was called to see the Administrator?"
"Vaguely, that was a few months ago."
"Five." Miss Pauling corrected. "I would figure you would all be wondering what was going on."
"Not at all, what is wrong with Soldier anyway?"
Medic leaned foward.
"Soldier...is...expecting."

Engie thought for a bit. "A letter? Paycheck? ... New weapon?"
"You could call it a new weapon." Pauling continued. "The administrator is keen on developing the world's strongest warrior through meticulous selection. She also never had children, so she now chose someone else to carry this plan forward."
"I'm not sure the pieces fit in my head."
"Engie, Soldier is pregnant." Medic finally dropped the bomb.
A moment of silence. Engie looked as though he stepped on a garden rake. "What?"
"The Administrator repurposed the unfinished pregnancy machine by the Mann brothers and drugged Soldier during his visit to impregnate him without his knowledge."
"And you think he won't know eventually." Engie replied.
"That's why I need your help to deliver the news to him."
"I just have two questions." Engie removed his goggles to look attentive. "Who is the seed from?"
She blushed a little. "Soldier's own frozen samples."
"Okay...and the egg?..."
Miss Pauling looked up at both Medic and Engineer. "The Administrator's frozen samples."