Summary: Vicki has something very important going on in her life. How does everyone take it?

I DON'T OWN IT!!!!!!

Chapter 1

Vicki got off of the elevator and went to Henry's door, entering without knocking. Mike looked up at her from the couch and smiled. "Hey, you're here early." he commented. She leaned down, kissing him lightly.

"I know. It's work related, though. I need Henry's help when he gets up."

"Work? Are you serious?"

"Yes. I have to go tail a cheating husband and I really don't want to see this woman more than I need to. She's a complete cow."

"That's mean."

"That's the hard truth. She's a bitch...no, she's THE bitch. Worse than Crowley."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. So, why are you here early?"

"I was off today. Went and played around at gym. Got bored. Henry's practically got a freakin library, so I figured I'd stay here awhile." he shrugged. She nodded. There was a noise from the room and Henry came out a moment later in a pair of green boxers.

"Hey." he smiled.

"Work." Vicki held up a hand. He rolled his eyes and went back into the room, coming back out a minute or so later in pants and his favorite red shirt.

"Why do you insist on working at night?"

"Because I do. Come on. Mike, you coming?" Vicki asked. He nodded and they went out and got in Henry's car.

"Where to?" Henry asked. She gave him the address of Mr. and Mrs. Simmons' house and he parked a few houses down to wait for the husband to leave.

"Why is it you always have to have cases at night when he's awake?" Mike complained. Vicki tossd him a glare.

"So sorry my work keeps you from getting fucked." she rolled her eyes, watching out the window for the husband.

"I'm just worried why you don't want to be anymore. Hell, it's been two months, Vicki."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to." she shrugged. The men exchanged looks.

"Why not?" Mike asked incredulously.

"Can't I just not want sex?" she shrugged.

"No." he said. She shook her head.

"Well, I don't." she sighed. Henry set a hand on her back.

"Vicki, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." she shrugged off his hand.

"Vic..." he began. She turned and glared at him.

"I said nothing. Just back the hell off that topic."

"Okay, fine." he nodded. She looked back towards the husband's car, waiting. She drummed her fingers over the doorframe, trying to drown out the beating in her ears. Henry grabbed her hand and looked at her, concerned. The beating continued in his ears, though, and he frowned. "What is that?" he frowned. She bit her lip.

"Nothing."

"What's what?" Mike looked at the vampire.

"It's...another heartbeat. Vicki, you aren't?" Henry's eyes went wide.

"Not right now, okay?" she sighed. Mike looked between them.

"Another heartbeat? Like...two from Vicki?"

"Yes." Henry nodded. Mike looked at Vicki.

"Vicki, are you pregnant?"

". . ."

"Vicki?"

"Yes, we'll talk about it later." she sighed.

"How long were you going to go before you told us?" he demanded.

"I just saw my doctor a couple weeks ago, cool it. I'm trying to deal with it, don't yell at me just because I didn't want to hear you bitch." she glared at him.

"I wouldn't have bitched." Mike held up his hands.

"You would've. You would've bitched because I didn't tell you I'd been getting sick and that I was late."

"Well...I would've been upset, yeah. You're supposed to tell us that stuff!" he pointed out.

"So, you're pregnant and we're sitting in a car waiting for a cheating husband? I'm missing something. Where's the part where you RELAX?" Henry asked.

"I'm not an invalid, Henry."

"No. You're pregnant. I'd rather have you working as an invalid than as an expecting mother. You're moving in with one of us and..."

"And what? Henry, I'm not going to stop working just because I'm pregnant."

"You're certainly not going up against a damn demon if the case arises! You are going to listen to us on this!" Henry glared at her.

"I never said I was going up against a demon, but I can still follow around cheating spouses and find runaway teens."

"You shouldn't be. You need to be in bed, resting."

"For the next seven months?!"

"Yes." he nodded. Mike nodded.

"You two are un-fucking-believable!" she got out and paced back and forth angrily. They watched her and Henry sighed.

"Vicki, get back in the car." he pleaded. She shook her head. "Vicki, this is ridiculous. Come on. We'll follow this guy and then we should go back to my place and talk this out."

"If you had your way, I'd be like the women from your place! Just good for taking care of kids and fucking!" she glared at him.

"That's not true and you know it, Vicki. You're just angry."

"Oh, and I don't have a right to be?!"

"Yes, you do. But we need to talk this over and come to a nice, simple understanding." Mike reasoned.

"I don't want to talk."

"Well, then, what were you planning on doing? Ignoring it until you went into labor?" Henry frowned. She looked at him, biting her lip.

"No." she looked guilty now.

"Victoria Dorotheia Nelson!" Mike scolded.

"What?! It would sure as hell make things simpler!"

"Abortions are just a nice excuse for murder and you know it. You've always said that." he pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I was never pregnant then!"

"Vicki, get in the car." Henry repeated. She got in, twidling her fingers and gnawing at her bottom lip. "We're going to come up with a nice plan for the next seven months, then we're going to solve the cases you have. You aren't taking any more unless all of us agree they're safe." he instructed. She nodded. "We're going to follow this one husband tonight, but only because we're already here."

"Okay." she sighed. They looked up at Mr. Simmons' car and noticed he was in it, looking in the mirror. He pulled out and Henry waited before following him. They followed him to a cheap hotel and a woman opened a door, greeting him. Vicki took a few pictures of them making out in the doorway, then nodded. "Done."

They went back to Henry's place and Mike sat on the couch. She leaned against the wall, watching them. "Aren't you on the pill?" Mike frowned.

"I was, but then you and I broke up and I just...haven't been able to go see my doctor since we all got together."

"Do you know which..." Mike began.

"Henry couldn't have. Vampires can't have kids. That's why I didn't worry about telling him to use protection. And not telling him made me forget to tell you."

"Well, good. I mean, would've been nice to have planned it, but this is good."

"Oh, yeah, this is peachy." she rolled her eyes.

"Why is it bad?" Henry asked.

"What do I tell a child when they ask why you don't get older?"

"You tell them the truth."

"How does that work? They go off to school, other kids tell about their parents. Oh, I have a mommy, a daddy, and a vampire?"

"We can homeschool." he said logically.

"So the baby will be a total recluse? Great, yeah."

"No. We can homeschool until they're old enough to know telling about me is bad. Twelve, maybe. Just in time for middle school or junior high or whatever it's called now."

"Yeah. That's good." Mike nodded. She looked between them. "Coreen can move into the office and you can move into either mine or Henry's place."

"But then I would have to get up and GO to work every day. Which doesn't make sense. So, naturally, I need to stay at my place." Vicki shook her head.

"You aren't living alone." Henry frowned at her.

"Both of you have too much junk to move into my place."

"Vicki, stop arguing. You aren't living alone. Your place is only four blocks from mine. We could walk to your office every day." Mike offered. She glared at him.

"I think I can walk four blocks on my own."

"Now. But what about when you're about ready to pop and can only make it about halfway before you get tired?"

"Then I won't have any reason to be working. I really think it might be bad if I go into labor in the office."

"We're agreed then. You're going to be off from a month before your due date. Which is when, by the way?" Henry looked her over. "You haven't gotten big, it can't be soon."

"No. It's October twelfth." she shrugged.

"October. Just in time for Halloween. Oh, we could dress him up like a little pumpkin." Mike smiled.

"What?" Vicki laughed.

"Who said it was a boy?" Henry sounded indignant.

"Why not?" Mike shrugged.

"Don't fight, you two. It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or girl."

"That's right." Mike nodded. He grinned. "As long as it isn't a girl."

"Mike." she frowned at him.

"Just saying." he shrugged again.

"Gender doesn't matter." Henry shook his head. He wrapped an arm over Vicki's shoulder. "You should go to sleep." he said. She shot him a glance.

"I'll go to sleep later. I'm not tired."

"And what about you?" Mike asked her stomach. She crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Michael, talk to my stomach again, you're dead."

"But you're supposed to talk to babies in the womb." he pouted.

"I don't care. It looks ridiculous."

"But it's a baby. I'm a dad." Mike smiled. Vicki rolled her eyes.

"I'm going home." she sighed.

"No, you're staying here tonight." Henry said. She frowned at him.

"I can't even go home to sleep?"

"Oh, you wanted to sleep?" he smiled. She glared at him.

"I don't want to have sex. Not now. Not ever. Stop bringing it up." she growled.

"Why not?" Mike asked again.

"Because I don't." she shrugged.

"That excuse is really old." he grumbled.

"Well, tough shit. I'm going home to sleep. You two just leave me alone right now." she sighed. She left and Henry rolled his eyes.

"I'm following her home. I'll be back soon." he offered. Mike nodded, stretching onto the couch, and the vampire went after Vicki. The chase was relatively boring, him tailing from the shadows and her walking down the sidewalks from streetlight to streetlight. She got into her office and he listened from outside. She threw her purse onto the couch and got into the shower. He nodded to himself and went back to his place. Mike was on the couch, reading.

"Hey." the detective didn't look up. Henry smiled and fell onto the loveseat, watching him.

"You know why she doesn't want sex, right?"

"No." Mike set the book down, looking at him.

"She thinks we will think she got big."

"What?" Mike frowned. He worked it out. "That's ridiculous. Vicki's always beautiful."

"I know that and you know that, but she is a woman and they rarely know that."

"So she thinks she got fat and that we won't like her?"

"Yes."

"I've seen her with a cold. If I didn't leave her for that, I'm staying."

"Why would you leave her for having a cold?" Henry frowned.

"No, it was actually pretty cute. She was in bed with about three boxes of tissue around her, all used, and she was sneezing her head off. She couldn't sleep from it. Her face was all puffy and red. She was so cute." Mike was laughing at the end of his memory and Henry smiled.

"Sounds like it."

"And she got so mad at me for picking on her. Her nose was all stopped up and she couldn't pronounce anything right. Duh duh buk ub."

"Duh duh buk ub?"

"Shut the fuck up." Mike smiled. Henry nodded. "Not to mention I've put up with years of her PMS."

"Yeah, but she's actually calmer then."

"No. She's crazy. You just manage to stay on her good side. That time she shot me, it was because I suggested she stay home because her cramps were bothering her. She wouldn't say anything, but it was pretty obvious."

"She said that was an accident."

"Woman troubles and a gun. Giving her the weapon was the accident."

"Ah." the prince nodded. He stared at Mike and took in his features, storing this moment away. This was his Mike after learning he would be a father.

"You're staring." Mike commented. Henry smiled.

"So?"

"So, I'm starting to understand why Vicki says it's creepy. You go like completely still."

"I'm remembering you. Just this moment. Now shut up."

"Hey!" Mike stuck his tongue out.

"Oh, very mature, Detective."

"Detective? You haven't called me that since before Bridewell came the second time."

"I know. Seemed a nice compliment to the point of your childishness."

"I'm not childish. And even if I were, nu-uh, you are." Mike smiled. Henry laughed.

"You and Vicki." he rolled his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you two are completely cracked in the skull."

"Yeah? Well I think you're a frufru princey brat."

"I am a prince."

"Back half a millenia ago."

"But still a prince."

"Oh, really? You wanna go to parliament and announce that one?"

"No. I'm not stupid."

"Exactly. So, for all sense and purpose, you're a normal spoiled brat that just happens to be five centuries old."

"I hate your logic. Could you go to the Italian border and try to get in simply because of lineage?"

"No."

"Does that make you less Italian?"

"No."

"So, I'm not less of a prince just because I can't claim it?"

"Why are we arguing?"

"Because I'm right and you're not."

". . .shut-up." Mike smiled. The vampire was suddenly over him on the loveseat and pulling off his shirt. "I don't feel like it." the detective sighed dramatically. Henry sat up, straddling him, and raised an eyebrow.

"Since when?"

"You act like I always want to have sex."

"Isn't that all you've been complaining about?" Henry teased, running a hand down Mike's sculpted chest to the top of his jeans. Mike laughed.

"Oh, so you give Vicki room and not me?"

"I can read you, though. She's impervious to my special charms." Henry unhooked the button. Mike shrugged, pulling the vampire down to kiss him.