Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Megaforce. This story is fan-made.

Author's Note: This is not where the Megaforce series starts. If you want to read the series without getting lost, I suggest you read my stories in the order they appear:

No To Date Nights - The Party Night - Project Partners - Megaforce: Lives Behind The Masks - Prom Night - A Trip To Remember - First Meetings - Something She Loves – Protective Morans – Samurai In Harwood County – Rainy Days – Luck Had Nothing To Do With It – Ranger Support

Troy didn't want to say it. She was his mother after all. Though she had made her mistakes, and she couldn't always win the mother of the year award, she was still the best mother Troy could wish to have. She had cared for him, loved him, and supported him since he had been born. She had given birth to him, nursed him when he was sick, comforted him when he was sad, and had always been his voice of reason.

But she was fat. He watched her, with a little smirk on his lips as she waddled down the stairs. It was a few more weeks before she was expected to give birth, but Troy didn't think it was possible for her to get any bigger.

"I see that smile," his mother said and Troy looked back down at his bowl of cereal. She had been in a mood, and his father had warned him not to irritate her too much. Worse come to worst, Mr. Burrows had suggested Troy just look down and do as he was told. That was the best way to calm the pregnant dragon.

"How are you today, mom?" Troy took a spoonful of his breakfast in his mouth. His mother plopped down onto one of the kitchen chairs. She breathed heavily, winded from the walk from her bed.

"The older you get, the harder this is," she sighed and rubbed her stomach. "I can't remember you being this exhausting."

"Remember that at Christmas time," Troy chuckled. "I want better gifts."

His mother shot him a look. Just then, Mr. Burrows came down the stairs. Without being asked, he went to the fridge and started to make breakfast. He had to leave for work in an hour, but he wouldn't leave without making sure his wife and the mother of his children had something to eat.

"What are you feeling today, hon?" he asked.

"Anything," fortunately, today seemed to be one of her good days. Troy could usually tell by the way she asked his father for breakfast. If she was snippy or demanding, then she was having a rough day. If she was casual, it was a good day.

"Anything, coming up," Mr. Burrows said and then he turned to his son, "Troy, I'll be at work all day, and there are still some things that need to be done before the baby arrives."

"Like?" Troy asked. He was an only child, and had never been around babies before. His parents had already filled up the nursery, and the baby was only going to be a tiny, sleeping, pooping human.

"We'll need a car-seat," his mother told him. "Would you mind taking me to the store today to pick one out?"

"Yeah, sure," Troy nodded his head. He had thought about going to Ernie's and seeing if one of the others were there, but he couldn't exactly say no to his mother. At this stage in her pregnancy, she was dangerous.

"Thank you," his mother gave him a warm, thankful smile as her breakfast was brought to her.

-Megaforce-

"Dad!"

"Joe!"

"Dad!"

"Joe!"

"GIRLS!" Mrs. Moran sat up in bed and glared at her daughters, "It's seven o'clock in the morning, and some of us would like to sleep in."

"I'm meeting Jake at the mountain and need to get ready!" Gia said and pointed to the door, "Dad's hogging the bathroom!"

"And I'm going with Jordan to his art class!" Emma said. "If I'm late, he'll be late!"

"I'm on the toilet!" Joe shouted again at the girls. "Mother nature is calling!"

"I hate this motel," Gia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Not only was the motel room small for four people to live in, but there was only one bathroom. Mrs. Moran didn't mind – as a stay at home mother, she had all day to get the bathroom, and usually preferred to sleep in until everyone was gone so she could take her time.

However, Mr. Moran needed to work, and so he needed the bathroom in the morning to get ready. Everything from getting showered, his teeth brushed, getting dressed, and even making tea – the kettle was inside the bathroom.

When the girls also had to get ready early, it was World War III.

At least, that's what it felt like for Mrs. Moran. She groaned, put her pillow over her head and tried to go back to sleep.

Finally, Mr. Moran came out of the bathroom, completely ready for work. He gave each of the girls a kiss on the cheek and walked to the door.

"Oh, GOD! Dad!"

"I told you I was on the toilet!" Mr. Moran chuckled. "Love you, girls!"

He left the motel before he could hear the complaints. Gia pinched her nose tightly as she walked inside. Emma joined her. At this rate, sharing the bathroom was a necessity if they both wanted to be ready on time.

"It doesn't smell like he loves us," Emma said. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a box of matches. This wasn't the first time the bathroom had a strange odour, so she had brought in the matches to make it a little more bearable. She used the match to light a candle.

"I can shower first," Gia said. "My hair doesn't need to be washed."

"Just make it quick," Emma reached for her toothbrush and turned away from the shower so Gia could slip inside. She started to brush her teeth and her hair at once to save time. "I think your dad does this on purpose."

"I think its revenge of the man," Gia agreed from the shower. "One bathroom and three women to share it with. He's marking his territory."

"Can't he just pee under the door like other males?" Emma asked. She heard the water for the shower turn off and spit into the sink. She averted her eyes as Gia reached for a towel and wrapped it around herself. She used another smaller towel to dry herself, while Emma finished brushing her teeth. Then, with the towel still on, she slipped on her underwear and her bra. She then reached for her hairbrush.

"You can use the shower now," she said. When she looked in the mirror, she saw Emma's jaw had dropped and her eyes were like saucers. Gia quickly realized what had caused that expression on her best friend and she grabbed her towel back from the rack and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Em…"

"You have a tat…"

Gia grabbed Emma and placed her hand over her mouth. She pinned her up against the door to silence her. The walls of the motel were thin.

"SHH!"

Emma's voice was muffled under Gia's hand. Gia gave Emma a look.

"Are you going to scream?"

Emma shook her head. Gia removed her hand slowly. Emma looked up at her best friend.

"You have a tattoo?" she whispered so Mrs. Moran wouldn't hear. Gia nodded her head.

"I got it a couple of weeks ago."

"Why? How? Where?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes!"

"SHH!" Gia covered Emma's mouth again, "It's a tiger tattoo. I got it after Cliff. Jake was with me."

"That little…"

"It was my idea," Gia grabbed Emma's arm to rein her in. "Em, please, it's no big deal."

"It's a tattoo!"

"SHH!"

"You know your mother hates tattoos!"

"Why do you think I'm trying to shut you up?" Gia rolled her eyes and quickly got dressed. She put her yellow tank top on, and then her jacket. The jacket covered up the tattoo on her shoulder. If Emma hadn't known it was there, she wouldn't have been able to see it at all.

"She's going to kill you if she finds out," Emma said. Gia started to brush her teeth and rolled her eyes.

"How is she going to find out?"

Emma crossed her arms over her chest. Gia nodded her head in the direction of the shower.

"Go on, stinky. You wouldn't want to be late for Jordan."