Charlie sighed as he stood in the garage. The answers to Don's case were not coming to him. He looked up as Amita walked in and smiled at her. She smiled back and walked over to him, pulling her robe tighter.
"Mita" Charlie said softly "You should be sleeping"
"I know. It's a funny thing. I can't seem to sleep lately without my boyfriend beside me" Amita said
"Are you feeling better?"
"Much. I went to the doctor today"
"And? What happened?"
"Well we are going to be stuck with this thing for quite some time"
"What do you mean?"
Amita smiled as she pulled a fuzzy black and white picture out of her robe pocket. She handed it to Charlie and watched him react.
"Is this? Are we? Wow" Charlie stammered
"In about seven months we are going to have a baby" Amita said softly
"This is awesome. I mean. Are you ok?"
"I am perfect."