Disclaimer: I own no part of Red Eye, and am in no way earning any profit off this story. It is fan fiction, and is written for enjoyment, not monetary gain.

Lisa sighed as she stepped inside the heated apartment and took off her jacket, hanging it up on the rack.

"Lisa? Is that you?" called a voice from inside the apartment.

Wincing slightly as she turned her ankle in order to take off her shoes and lock up behind her, she stepped into the living room.

"And how are we feeling today?" Lisa asked with a cheerfulness she did not feel.

"We're feeling peachy." Jackson drawled with a bit of a smirk, lounging half-naked on the couch, reading the newspaper spread over his swollen belly. "Though a bit hungry."

Lisa narrowed her eyes almost imperceptively. "I'm not your maid, Jack." she said with a light coldness in her voice.

"Oh, tsk." Jackson chuckled and closed the newspaper, sitting up to poke her in the shoulder. "You're just jealous because he wanted me instead of you."

Lisa's jaw twitched slightly. "And it's costing him a fortune, just so you can have his child."

Jackson pouted slightly. "Can't deny I've got that 'motherly glow'…"

Lisa had to admit he was right. The man looked so damn good like that, sprawled out and naked to the waist. He seemed every inch the cat that swallowed the canary.

"He spoils you too much." Lisa complained, getting up to fetch Jackson a snack, if only to get away from his condescending smirk.

Finding a half-eaten tub of mint-chocolate chip, she scooped the rest of it into two bowls and returned, handing one of them to Jackson and sitting down on his other side to eat the rest.

"Hey!" he complained. "I didn't say you could have any!"

"Tough." she ate a few more bites before sighing and putting the bowl down on the ground. "This is your revenge for that pen, isn't it?"

He looked up slowly, and then chuckled dryly; face sliding into a confident smirk once more. "Yes. Yes it is."

She resisted the urge to pick up her bowl of ice cream and throw it at his head; instead she sighed and began to eat again.

"So…how long 'till the surgery?"

"Another two months." he said, rubbing lightly over the foreign bulge in his body. "Then it's daddy time."

Lisa chuckled. "You're giving birth. You're the mommy."

He frowned at her, a slight scowl dawning on his face. "Very funny, Leese."

She stuck her tongue out, grinning slightly. "Nyah. Well, at least now you've been made into an honest man." she pointed out, eating her ice cream and watching him do the same. "But still…I wonder what Keefe saw in the man who tried to kill him and his family."

"Wonders never cease." Jackson drawled, then grunted slightly and pressed his hand down. "Kicking. It could try out for the Olympics after it's born."

Lisa laughed. Somehow…it was just so hard to hold a grudge against a pregnant person. Even if it was Jackson. "Gold medal in kickboxing, mmm?"

He gave her a snarky grin. "Hey. Only I'm allowed to make jokes about it."

"Oh, did anyone decide on a name yet?" Lisa asked with curiosity.

Jackson shrugged. "Charles wants to wait until it's born before deciding. Didn't even want to know if it was a girl or a boy. I asked the doctor after…" Jackson whispered conspiritally, as if he was afraid they'd be overheard. "It's a girl."

Lisa laughed. "Don't worry – I won't tell him either. So…names?"

"Well, Charles wants to call her Dianne or Marie."

"And you?" she pressed.

Jackson mimicked a zipper over his lips. "Not telling."

"You jerk." she threw a pillow at his head; he deflected it and laughed. "Why not?"

"You'd just laugh." he sniffed, lying back down again.

She moved over, sitting on the floor next to him, and just rested her palm flat over his belly.

He gave her an odd, quiet look, tilting his head slightly. Then he sighed, and leaned his head back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

"Lisa. I wanted to name her Lisa."

End.