A/N : Okay, so this is the story where I will be dealing with Sara's life-changing news, as well as dealing with the spoilers for the next episodes (the big issue : Michael has to choose between saving Lincoln's life and Sara's), I guess. But that second one is only if you want me to continue with this story, so I really need your input on this one! Please review?

Please let me know what you think?

Xo, as always

Sara

Sara slid the window closed and leaned on the green iron wiring, trying to ignore the goosebumps that started to appear on her skin. It was enough to just let the wind play with her hair and stare out into traffic, knowing they were safe here. Nobody would figure out the connection between her and this place, and she was thankful for that.

God, it was peaceful here at night. She always marveled at the ammount of anonimity a large city supplied to everyone who lived in it. The cars raced by and not one driver had a clue about the person in the car next to them. Didn't know anything about the life the other one led, wether he was happy or depressed, angry or at ease. Still, it was hard for her to hide up here, hard to keep on shying away from Michael whose gorgeous eyes seemed to bore into her. It's not that she didn't want to tell him, it's that it would be better if he didn't know : his fear of having someone hurt her would only triple and he would be glancing at her out of the corner of his eye every step they took.

She was startled by the swooshing sound of the window, but kept her eyes trained on the far beyond. His warm hand came to rest on the small of her back, and it made the goosebumps momentarily disappear.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" His voice was still hoarse with sleep, just the way she liked it best. The roughness always cut straight through her body, making it almost impossible to stay calm. She pressed her body closer to his and felt him ease. "You never stay the entire night anymore."

Sara knew that she hurt him, inching away from him at night, o so very careful not to wake him, before slipping out of the bed and going outside for a while, just to breathe. "I'm sorry." Her hand reached up to touch his cheek and he wasn't surprised to smell the scent of iron on her fingers. She had been gripping the railing tightly, so the twang of sharpness was to be expected.

"It's so quiet out here."

"Yeah." She whispered. "It's amazing to see how the world just keeps on turning."

"While ours is falling apart?" He blinked into the night sky, letting the cold wash over him. He didn't care. If she was out here, that's where he needed to be, too. "Sara…" he turned to her, trying to catch her eyes, but she wouldn't let him. Inwardly, he died a little. He knew that she deserved better than this, she deserved everything her colleague already had. Sara deserved pictures on the wall of smiling faces and matching outfits. She deserved it all.

"Why are you pushing me away?"

Finally, she turned to him, quickly pressing her lips to his in a frenzied kiss, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing up against him. "I'm sorry, I really don't mean to."

His arms trailed up and down her back, unconsciously pushing up the back of her top. She shivered. "Is it… Am I doing something to..?"

"No." She shook her head determinedly. "It's not you." She nuzzled his neck and sighed a little. It was unfair to keep it from him, she knew that. But she couldn't tell him to his face…mostly because she didn't know how she should feel about it herself. Of course she was happy..deliriously happy for this chance at a family..with Michael.. But the timing couldn't be worse. All this talk of mothers stabbing their children in the back, all this running around, scared to be found by Company agents or even Christina's posse, it just… Michael's brain would go into overdrive.

But she needed to tell him, because he didn't deserve this kind of treatment from her. Maybe they needed this news to finally be happy. To get that warm and fuzzy feeling and hug eachother close, thinking of the future. He had even hinted at it a few days ago, when they had walked into the appartement for the first time. But he'd said 'someday'. She didn't know how he would react when he found out that someday was now.

So Sara extracted herself from his arms, gave a small smile and made a motion to go back inside. She halted just before stepping back in and finally said it. "I'm pregnant."

Michael

She said it so softly that at first he didn't know if he had heard her correctly. When she turned around, still halting near the entrance, and smiled at him, almost apologetically, he felt his body shake. It felt exactly the same as being electrocuted, even though the comparison seemed a bit harsh. He felt his heart pound once, fiercly, against his ribcage before settling down again and beating o so very slowly.

Sara looked at him, gave him a sad smile and turned back towards the bed, tapping the window twice before going in. It seemed as if she was almost afraid to tell him, trying to hide her pregnancy from him for as long as she could. Which made him wonder… How long had she known?

He didn't hestitate a minute before going in after her. Walking towards the bedroom, he found her curled on her side, facing the way he came in. She looked so small in that moment, yet every inch the amazing woman he loved.

His lips curled upwards into a smile – an honest one, not yet decided if it was worried or happy. Walking over to her, he sat down on the side of the bed and let his hand travel along the curve her entire body was making. "How long have you known?"

She shrugged. "A few days. But I don't know how far along I am. I just…" she laughed in disbelief. "I wouldn't know." She bit her lip anxiously and looked up at him. "How are you feeling?"

Michael took a deep breath. "To be honest, I think I'm still in shock. But when I think of it…" his hand tangled in her hair and he let short locks fall from his fingers, "you and me, having a family…" He grinned. "I can't help but feel deliriously happy and proud."

Sara

Tears were forming in her eyes, and he gently wiped them away with his finger before pressing a kiss to the side of her face. "I love you, Sara. And I know that the timing for this little one may be inconvenient, but we'll make it work. Everything is almost over, anyway."

He cuddled up behind her and pulled her close. "We'll be alright," he whispered.

And she believed him.

So? What did you think? And should I continue, yes or no? (PS : If you want me to, I can't promise anything yet. I don't know if inspiration will strike again, but at least I'll know you want me to. *smiles*)

Xo, as always