Hi everyone! So, after the success of "There Is A Happy Ending.", I thought I would visit your World just one more time…This time with a sequel! I'm not sure how many chapters this will have, but I'm already starting to notice Michael and Fiona aren't very much in Character! I can't help it, Guys…Like before…We can all use some Burn Notice fluff…And nothing is fluffier than the pitter patter of little feet! :) This starts the morning after the Wedding and I apologize in advance for the smutty beginning…But we all know how Babies come to be…And it isn't from the Stork! LOL!
June 30, 2013
Her dress lays in a lace puddle, along with her matching heels…Pieces of his suit are around the carpeted floor, stained by the bowl of knocked over berries…The stereo is still on, playing some top 40 stuff that's neither of their tastes…And their bags sit by the door, waiting for a ten o'clock flight to Paris for a week long Honeymoon.
She awakes to the morning sun shining through the windows, her eyes fluttering in sheer happiness at the feel of his strong arm around her waist. She covers it with her own and links her fingers between his, snuggling back into his warm embrace. A soft groan causes her to turn her head, meeting his neck and taking the time to enjoy his unique scent. She loves the way he smells…She loves everything about him…She loves being with him. Her hand squeezes his, wanting this to never end…The chance where they can be in each other's arms and not worry about Drug Dealers or Pimps or Con Artists. Suddenly, slight movement from behind breaks through the reverie and a smile forms at the feel of his lips pressing against her clavicle.
"Good morning." He says, wiping his face with his free palm.
"Good morning to you too." She laughs.
He moves his head closer, putting his mouth to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She begins to run her fingers through his hair, falling back against the pillows and pulling him with her before they come up for air. He buries his face in her neck and he grins into the crook, running his left hand along her hip. "Yep…Good morning indeed."
She lightly slaps his back, secretly praising him for being perverted. "For someone who can so Dark and Cryptic, you also can be a typical Guy sometimes."
"You weren't complaining last night...Or earlier this morning." He quips, continuing to nuzzle her clavicle.
"And I'm not complaining now." She quips back.
His head rises from her neck and he looks deeply into her Green eyes…She is the happiest he has ever seen her and the thought it's him who makes her this way brings him peace and content. He sweeps over her, taking in the sight of her deflated bun and smudged make-up. She is so beautiful and always has been…While she was in jail, he missed waking up with her and knowing he was the only Person with the honor of seeing her in her most natural state.
"Hey…" She reaches up to caress his face with her thumb, "…Are you okay?"
He hovers over her, taking her palm that's cupping his cheek and kissing it. "I'm fine. I'm just…Remembering what life was like when you were gone…Who I was and how I was…And let me tell you…It's so much better now."
"I'm glad to hear it…Because it's so much better for me too." She teases, her hand playing with his, "Michael…Tell me again...Tell me this is real."
He sees a frown forming and immediately grips her palm tighter. "This is real, Fi." He sighs, lowering his head so his lips barely touch hers, "I love you…I realize I'm only starting to say it out loud, but…I do…I always have and I always will."
"I love you too…" She whispers, their mouths meeting. She quickly opens her lips, intertwining her tongue with his while he positions his body over hers. They fuse together until he begins going down her petite frame, leaving open mouthed kisses along her clavicle and chest. He reaches her rib cage and stomach, eliciting a deep quiver from her in the process. He finishes his journey and enters her, her arms looping around his waist and clawing his back in the process, "…I always know you love me…Even if you don't tell me…How could I not after everything we have survived together."
He closes his eyes, letting her words sink in before looking at her once more. "Words don't seem enough…You deserve so much more." He murmurs. It isn't a statement…It is a fact he is promising.
"Then show me." She pleas, her lips creeping closer to his…And he does. Not waiting a second longer, they claim what has always been theirs until they're both left exposed…Together like two pieces belonging in perfect harmony. It feels like their Wedding night all over again when she allows her legs to wrap around his waist, bringing him deeper inside with each strong thrust. His left hand tightly grips her hip and his right is planted firmly next to her face on the pillow, his mind grasping the fact there has and will never be another one for him…It is her and only her.
The only noise in the room is their labored breaths and moans mixing while they seek an ending which is building with each longing stroke. They cling to each other, finding their ending in unison and kissing passionately to hold onto the feeling. He gives in first and exhaustion takes over, falling onto his side and bringing him with her. They hesitate in letting go…Wanting…And needing…Everything they're feeling to last forever. He pulls her closer, every inch of her touching him and they both lose the will to stay awake.
Needless to say…They catch a later flight.
Eight Weeks Later…
There are no headaches…No nausea…No strange cravings…Only a Woman's intuition. She has had her period since she was sixteen and has never been late…Not once. No matter the stress or heartbreak surrounding her, her cycle has come like clockwork…Until now.
She watches the object resting on the edge of the bathroom sink, sitting and shaking nervously on the floor against the wall. "Come on Fiona…Just get it over with and look." Her mind orders her, "I can't." She argues back, bringing her face down to rest on her bent knees, "I can't do this." She says out loud to herself…Or so it seems.
"Do what?" A voice calls from behind the locked door.
She immediately recognizes who it is, surprised he is at the loft. "Sam…What are you doing here?"
"Mikey was getting worried, so he sent me to figure out what's taking you so long…Though I can't see why he thought I would care." He jokes, sensing something is off with his Best Friend's Wife, "Uh, Fi…Are you alright?"
She feels the tears welling up, but doesn't wanna show how scared she really is. So…She takes the blunt/get to the point approach. "No, I'm not." She replies, realizing her phone is in the car, "Can you call Michael and tell him to come back here?"
He blatantly ignores her question, freaking out over the potential situation. "What's going on…Can you please open the door?"
"No, this doesn't concern you." She retorts a little too harshly…Even for her. She makes a mental note to apologize once she finds if what she is thinking is true, "Just…Call him…Please."
"Okay." He gives in, taking his cell out of his pocket and strolling through his contacts to find her Husband's number. Once he does, he puts the phone to ear…Praying his Buddy will pick up.
On the fourth ring, he answers. "Yeah Sam."
"Thank God." He exclaims in relief, moving out of her ear-shot and onto the metal stairs outside, "You need to get back here, Brother."
"What's wrong?" He asks in a panic.
"It's Fiona…" He starts, "…I came to check on her and found her in the bathroom. She has locked herself in there and refuses to come out…She told me to call you."
Michael tries to control his irregular breathing and tight chest. He grabs the keys off the workbench in his Mother's garage and heads straight for the Charger, ignoring Jess calling his name. "Break down the door."
He thinks he heard his Best Friend wrong. "What?"
"Break down the door. I don't care how you do it...I'm on my way." He demands before hanging up, traveling back to the apartment.
Sam stares at the cell for a moment in confusion. "How am I supposed to break down the door?" He thinks, storming back into the loft and over to the bathroom, "If you don't open up, Fi…I will do it myself."
"Did you call Michael?" She questions.
"Yes." He answers.
"He told you to break down the door?" She wonders with a small smile.
"Yeah, he did." He admits.
Maybe it's the possible hormones at work, but she feels the tears welling up once again…And this time…They're falling. "I'm fine, Sam…Really."
He takes a breath, hesitantly asking what he is thinking. "Are you on drugs?"
"What? No…Of course not." She insists, offended by the inquiry.
"Then can you explain to me why you have locked yourself in the bathroom?" He quips, sitting down on the floor.
"No I can't." She quips back. He attempts to get through to her, but it's to no avail, "Damn it, Sam…It's personal."
"Fine…" He sighs, "…But I'm not moving from here until Mikey shows up."
"Fine…But it's your time you're wasting," She counters.
He rolls his eyes, but stays true to his word. He sits there for the next ten minutes until Michael arrives, storming into the apartment. "What the hell are you doing, Sam…I told you to break down the door?" He screams once his Buddy gets up, approaching the bathroom and knocking frantically, "It's me, Fiona."
She stands up from the floor and slowly opens the door. When he sees her, he immediately wraps her into his arms. Sam stands there, awkwardly watching his shoes before leaving the loft to give the Couple some privacy.
Once they're alone, he pulls back and takes her face in his palms. "I shouldn't have left without you…Are you okay?"
She pauses for a second, gesturing to the bathroom. "We need to talk."
He points behind her. "In there?"
"Yeah…Come on." She whispers while turning around, dragging him with her.
He shuts the door and looks back at his Wife. "What's going on, Fi?"
"You're gonna hate me." She murmurs, returning to her spot on the floor against the wall.
"I could never hate you…I love you." He laughs, moving to sit next to her, "Whatever is wrong, we will deal with it."
She takes a deep breath. "I...We…" She begins, "…We might be having a Baby."
He stares at her in confusion. "I…I don't understand."
"We might be having a Baby, Michael." She repeats with emphasis behind "Baby.".
"I mean…How did this happen?" He replies, recovering enough from the shock to be able to form a sentence, "We're always so careful…And besides…We aren't exactly twenty."
"Well things happen…And we aren't exactly ninety either." She comments with worry clearly in her tone, "We're getting ahead of ourselves, anyway…I haven't even looked yet."
"What?" He wonders.
"I couldn't do it…" She confesses, putting her head on her Husband's shoulder, "…That's why I got Sam to call you."
"Where is it?" He enquires.
"On the sink." She declares calmly, watching him focus his attention on the White object sitting across from them. She tries to decode his feelings over the situation…Deciding whether or not the silence is good or bad. She puts his face in her hand, turning it towards her, "Talk to me…Please."
He watches her, her eyes open and waiting for him to be honest with her. "I would be lying if I said becoming a Father doesn't scare the crap out of me…Because it does…And you know why." He sighs. She softly nods in agreement, understanding better than anybody what the Man she loves has gone through, "But…I would also be lying if I said I have never thought about us having a Child…Because I have…And not just when we were in Ireland."
That's something she isn't prepared to hear. "You mean…Here in Miami?"
"Yeah…Clients we have had over the years…Sometimes…I have dropped my guard and let myself think about it." He acknowledges, his arm swiftly over hers. She gazes at him with skepticism, thinking he is telling her everything she wants to hear. But it's the truth…All of it, "Am I making any sense?"
"Yeah…Perfect sense. Jack…He is the reason I fell in love with you all over again. After you left and came back the first time…I told myself I was done and we were done…And I was doing pretty good there for a bit. But then…You took Jack's case and…I remembered the Man you used to be. Needless to say…Campbell had no chance." She teases softly, getting to the real issue, "Michael…While I don't mind this trip down memory lane…What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying it isn't gonna be easy if we have a Child…But I wanna." He declares, "Fiona...Last year you told me there was no happy ending. Well not only was there one…But it's potentially the greatest ending of all. I guess what I'm trying to say is…Maybe the whole point of us and every single moment we have shared has been leading to this."
She fixes on his gaze, putting her palm on his cheek. "How do you always figure out the right things to say?"
"Oh no…I'm just now figuring it out." He smirks, catching her lips in his for a minute, "Let me go see what the stick says."
He gets off the floor and walks over to the sink, grabbing the test before sitting back down with his Wife…And possibly…The Mother of their Child, "No matter what happens, whether you're pregnant or not, I love you and you aren't alone in this."
"I know." She gives him a small smile, "Can you look now…The suspense is killing me."
He attempts to read the results, his eyes not moving from the stick. "Oh."
"What does it say?" She worries.
"I'm not sure." He responds.
"What do you mean you're not sure?" She exclaims, anxious to find out, "Two lines means I'm pregnant…One line means I'm not."
She watches his face turn an unhealthy shade of white when he glares at the test a second time, looking up at her after he finishes. After a deep breath, he forms words almost two decades in the making:
"Fi...We're having a Baby."
Her heart skips a beat. "What?" She whispers, another round of tears welling up and threatening to fall at any moment. He's utterly speechless, confirming deep down what she already knows. Suddenly, she begins crying uncontrollable, "I'm…So…Sorry."
He immediately wraps his arms around her waist. "What are you apologizing for?"
"Because I'm about to ruin your life…Correction…Our life." She explains, removing herself from her Husband's embrace.
"That's ridiculous." He grins, "If anything, you're about to make my life…Correction…Our life…A whole lot more interesting…But in a good way."
She is surprised to say the least. "You aren't mad?"
"Have you not been paying the attention the last five minutes?" He jokes, brushing away the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, "I'm shocked, pretty terrified, but I'm definitely not mad."
"Really?" She wonders. He nods in agreement, "You have no idea how happy you have made me."
"The feeling is mutual." Suddenly, he pulls her into a great big hug, her head nestling in his neck and her arms wrapping tightly around him. He takes the opportunity to whisper into her ear exactly what he is thinking, "Thank you." She looks up after hearing him, seeing the raw emotion written all over his face while she leans up to kiss him. He breaks away from her lips, "Wow."
"What?" She laughs.
"I'm going to be somebodys Father." He realizes in disbelief, "The poor Child."
"Are you kidding? You're gonna be an amazing Father, Michael." She assures him, cuddling against his chest and putting her legs behind her.
"You're going to be rethinking this statement once the Baby comes…I know nothing about Kids." He states bluntly.
"And you think I do? I might have grown up around them more than you have, but…I'm new to this too." She worries, "What are we gonna do?"
He pulls her closer, stroking her hair and caressing her arms. "We will figure it out like all new Parents do…Like we always do. And if we still have no idea what we're doing…We will give the Baby to my Mother."
She glares up at him. "Absolutely not."
"Relax…I'm just kidding." He teases.
"It isn't wise to joke around with a pregnant Woman." She quips, "Apparently…We tend to snap very easily."
"I think I will manage, Fiona." He quips back.
"We will see…Because whether we're ready or not…I'm having this Baby." She sighs.
His hand comes around and rests on her stomach, feeling the warmth of new life growing inside…And that's when it truly hits him. They were meant to create this life…Because maybe…Just maybe…This life is gonna save the World in a way they can't. The first heartbeat…The first kick...These things scare him and excite him all at the same time…And he can only sum it up in five words:
"No…We're having this Baby."
Please review, Guys! I know there is tons of Michael/Fiona pregnancy fanfictions out there, but I really wanted to write one considering all the angst from last season! You can expect appearances from Maddie, Sam, Jesse, and Dani…I might have Elsa return too…Still not sure! But all in all, this will be about our favorite Couple taking on their toughest case…Becoming Parents! And like before…I still don't own the show…If I did…WHOO-WEE…It would be cold shower time every Thursday night! HA!