AN: Hi people! Just thought I'd try to broaden my audience with this fic. Yeah, it starts out serious, but in later chapters there will be lots of Chris/Jill fluff! If you like it, leave a review and I'll post more!

Disclaim: I do not own Resident Evil, or its characters! So don't sue me!

Adventures in Pregnancy!

with Jill Valentine.

~ 2 weeks, Early August

"Damn, what is up with me?" Jill thought as she kneeled in front of the toilet, leaning over the smooth bowl in case she was sick again. She had been vomiting at random intervals for the last week, and it was making her tired. The policewoman was certain that she hadn't eaten something that disagreed with her, and she wasn't ill, so why in the world would she be praying at the porcelain altar for the fifth time in less than twelve hours?

She considered going to the hospital, but she had just been temporarily discharged after the Mansion incident, and Jill didn't need anyone more people thinking that she was a complete nutcase. The woman racked her brain before an answer hit her like a train engine. "You gotta be kidding me," She groaned to herself as she flushed the toilet and staggered out of her bathroom, grabbing her phone before collapsing on the small but comfy bed in her equally tiny room.

She had to tell Chris. If she was having a baby, it would most likely be his and he would have the right to know. But some nagging influence told Jill to hold off on calling Chris about her current condition. She wasn't even absolutely sure for herself that she was pregnant, so she decided that she would tell Chris when she knew for certain.

Jill Valentine was always a pragmatic woman when it came to problem solving: She considered her options, and then picked what she believed the best course of action was. But what options did she have right now? What if she really was pregnant? Would she keep the baby, or put it up for adoption? There was even the possibility of abortion to consider. If Jill kept her baby, there would need to be several changes made in her life, starting with her living conditions among other things.

Jill Valentine refocused her thoughts and stared at the rubber number pad on the telephone. She had been looking at it for the past ten minutes as she sat on her bed, thinking.

"I have to make this call." She thought as her nimble fingers began dialing a number. The person she was calling would hopefully give her some useful advice; Jill needed somebody to talk to like a deaf person needed a hearing aid.

She couldn't call Barry; he was too busy arranging living conditions in Canada for his family, and Jill couldn't involve him in her current situation. Rebecca Chambers, the former S.T.A.R.S. medic, was busy adjusting to her new job at the hospital's trauma center in the next town over. Calling Chris was out of the question; Jill did not want him to worry about her on top of his obsession with Umbrella. There was no telling how he would react at this stage, especially if he found out that Jill wasn't 100% sure herself that she was pregnant. That left Claire, Chris' younger sister, who visited the Raccoon City Police department while she was still in high school. Now she was attending college a couple towns

over; hopefully she could tell Jill what she wanted to hear.

Jill held the receiver to her ear, waiting for the younger Redfield to pick up. With luck, Claire was not in class right now and could spare a few minutes to talk. A click came from the other end of the receiver. "Hello. Claire speaking." Claire said as she picked up, "May I ask who is calling?"

"Hey Claire," Jill greeted tiredly, rubbing her eyes, "It's me, Jill, from the RPD. Your brother's partner."

"Jill! Hi!" Claire returned excitedly upon recognition of Jill's voice. The policewoman could imagine the gleeful smile spreading on the peppy girl's face. "I haven't seen you since I last visited S.T.A.R.S. What's going on?"

"I need some advice from you," Jill said gravely, wincing at every mention of S.T.A.R.S. ever since Chief Irons had the unit disbanded, "It concerns Chris."

"Go ahead."

Time to reveal the news. Jill took a deep breath before replying, "Claire, I think I'm pregnant. Chris is the father."

The opposite side of the line was silent as Claire processed the information. "Wow….uh...Have you figured out what you are going to do yet?" the younger girl said.

"No, I haven't decided yet." Jill replied, "I don't even know if I'm pregnant for real yet. It's too early to make any plans."

"Alright, just, …Wow. I mean, you and Chris did have a fling earlier in the year, but I just didn't expect something like this to happen just yet. You're not positive you could be pregnant?" Claire commented.

"Me neither. It's just as likely to be PTSD from my last mission; it would explain the nausea and fatigue, at least. Listen Claire," Jill said, voice turning serious, "I need to ask you something about Chris. You know him best, right?"

"Uh-huh." Claire replied, "I should be able to help you, he is my brother, after all."

"How do you think he's going to react if I tell him about the baby?" Jill asked nervously, preparing for the worst.

"…Jill. You're practically his best friend. If you were totally sure that you were pregnant, I think Chris would be willing to take responsibility and help you in any way he can, that is, if you decide to keep the baby," Claire said, "I'm not speaking from experience or anything, but that's what I think he'd do."

Jill smiled and released a small breath of relief. "Thanks Claire," she said, "That's exactly what I needed to hear. I'll call you again once this mess clears up."

"Hey, anytime." Claire replied.

"Umm, could you do me one more favor?" Jill pleaded, "Don't tell Chris that I'm possibly carrying his child. I want to do that myself, when it's time."

"Of course, Jill," Claire replied, "Scout's honor. Your secret is safe. Take care of yourself, Jill."

"Thanks again, Claire." Jill said. The two women exchanged "Good nights" and ended their conversation. Jill returned the phone to its place on the table, feeling far more confident than she had been a few minutes earlier.

She reconsidered the plan: She would wait until she was one hundred percent positive that she was pregnant before telling Chris about his child. Jill rested her hand on her stomach as she attempted to relax in her bed. "The next few weeks are gonna be weird," she thought as she got comfortable under the thick, navy blue comforter and drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.