"So. How's this whole pregnancy thing working out?" Fiona dropped her tools and cocked her head, looking at Sam. She sighed. "Well, now that you asked," she glared at him again. "it's a total bitch."

"Wow," Sam said, looking impressed. "Not even eight weeks and your already complaining."

He smirked at her. "Umm….. my back hurts, I don't have nearly as much energy as I normally do, I get sick every morning, I feel quesy whenever I eat, and Michael won't even let me anywhere near my C-4. He even took my secret stash!"

Sam chuckled. "I guess it wasn't that secret, then." Fiona gave him a don't-push-it-I'm-pregnant look, and he shut up pretty fast. "So. When do you plan on telling Jesse?" He looked accusingly at Fiona. She sighed and looked down. "As late as we can. I have a feeling he's gonna be weird about it or something. I mean, he knows Michael and I aren't married, and that weird thing about him liking me or whatever…. I just don't want to deal with it right now.

"Alright, are we gonna do this or what sister?" Sam said, trying to change the akward subject. "Yeah okay. I'm ready." "Alright. On your marks, get set, go!" Fiona fiddled with screws, pulled on switches, and connected wires.

Just then, Michael, Jesse, and Madeleine walked into the garage. "What are you guys doing?" Michael asked, sitting down next to Fi. "Having a race to see who can build a bomb detonator faster." "Cool. What was your time?" "Well," Sam said, sighing as he did so, "my record is 44 seconds but I got 53 second this time. Fi's record is 31."

Everyone watched Fiona as she speedily built the thing, a look of sheer determination on her face. "Annddd….. DONE!" She yelled, throwing up her hands. "What'd I get?" "43. Hahaha! I didn't get my record either, but at least I only got nine above! You got eleven! Yes! Sam Axe takes the medal, ladies and gentlemen!" Sam proclaimed, raising his hands and bowing to Jesse, Michael and Maddie. Fi was standing now to, looking angry. "Yeah, but you didn't record." She said, the shadow of a satisfied look on her face." "I still got closer to my record than you did, sister, don't deny it."

Fiona crossed her arms and moved closer to Sam, her back to the other company in the room. "Is that so. Well, I'm pregnant what's your exuse?" She said with a smug look on her face. Then everyone's attention was captured by the gasp that came from Jesse. Without turning around, Fiona lifted her finger and taking a breath, as if about to make an excuse. "Dammit." She whispered under he breath. Then she turned around with her eyes closed, her face masking regret.

"Yes, Jesse, I'm pregnant. Yes, It's Michaels, and no it wasn't planned. We were planning on telling you!" She said quickly, responding to the hurt look on Jesse's face. "I'm sorry Jesse." She whispered, stepping closer to him.

He closed his eyes. He knew that if saw her perfect green eyes again, he would break down in front of everyone to account for the look of pity in her eyes.

"That's…Ummm…great. I'm just gonna go get some….um..water." He nodded, more reassuring himself than the others. He turned and walked out of the garage, and closed the door behind him.

Once he was in the kitchen he paused, and willed away the tears that had pooled in the corners of his eyes. It was then that he realized Fiona could never be his, and she never would.