Michael had picked up various tricks over the years medical wise through his missions. He could get a bullet out of a bullet wound if he had the right equipment. But if there was one thing he wasn't good at when it came to medical things, it was pregnancy and menstrual related. He didn't have a lot of experience with it, so it wasn't surprising, but even after having lived with Fiona Glennane for a couple of years, he still never figured it out, which is why he was calling his mother after several days of Fiona running to the bathroom every morning and not getting any answers as to why. He had a hunch she was pregnant, but she wouldn't talk to him about it.

Hearing the line ringing, Michael tapped the counter, trying to will his mother to pick up sooner. When she did, he sighed in relief. He wasn't sure if she would be home or not.

"Ma," Michael whispered before his mother could speak. "I need your help," he said.

"Why are you whispering, Michael?" Madeline asked, confused as to what was happening. "What's going on? Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," Michael interrupted. "I'm not so sure about Fiona, though," he said.

"Why, is she okay?" Madeline said. It was evident in Madeline's voice that she was confused.

"I'm not sure. She's been in the bathroom every morning for the last three days, puking," Michael said. He knew deep down that it only meant one thing - that she was pregnant. But he wasn't sure if he was ready to face the fact that he was going to be a father.

"Have you talked to her about it?" Madeline asked. She wasn't surprised that Michael was calling her about it instead of talking to his long time girlfriend.

"Yeah, she won't talk to me," Michael said, clearly distressed by the question. He wouldn't be calling his mother if he hadn't already tried talking to her about it. "Can you come over and talk to her?" he asked, a little quieter than before.

"Michael, you have to -," is all Madeline could get out before Michael interrupted her.

"Ma, I've tried everything," he said. "Please?" he asked. Madeline sighed before agreeing.

"Okay, I'll be over in a few minutes," Madeline said and she hung up the phone. Madeline then grabbed her purse, got into her car and drove over to the loft, which she had hoped Michael would move out of, but didn't. She knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. When Michael did answer the door, she silently made her way through the door.

"Is she still in the bathroom?" she asked as she made her way to the bathroom, not looking back at her son.

"Nice to see you too, Ma," Michael said as he closed the door behind her. "Yeah, she hasn't come out since she went in there," he said. Madeline made her way to the bathroom and softly knocked on the door.

"Fiona, sweetheart," she said. "Are you okay?" she asked. Rustling was heard behind the door and then it opened wide enough to let Madeline walk in. When the older woman walked through the doorway, Fiona closed the door quickly. "Are you okay?" Madeline asked again.

"I'm fine," Fiona said, brushing off Madeline as if nothing was wrong. That's when Madeline leaned up against the wall and crossed her arms against her chest. She knew going in that there was a chance that Fiona was pregnant and she knew that Fiona knew that.

"How far along are you, honey?" she asked, lowering her voice. Fiona, despite knowing that Madeline had caught on to what was going on, looked at her with a wide-eyed expression. Madeline gave Fiona her famous look, which immediately wiped the surprised expression off her face.

"My period's two weeks late," Fiona said quietly as she looked down at the ground. "How'd you figure it out?" she asked when she looked up at Madeline. Madeline gave her another one of her famous looks.

"I've been pregnant twice, sweetheart," she said. "I know the signs of pregnancy."

"I mean, there's a chance I'm just late, right?" Fiona asked. She wanted to have kids, but, like Michael, she wasn't sure if she was ready. She ran her right hand over her still flat stomach and looked down at it. She was growing use to the idea of being pregnant the more she thought about it, though.

"I doubt it," Madeline said. "If you have morning sickness, there's a good chance you're pregnant." She was a little surprised to know that Fiona was pregnant because she wasn't expecting Michael to have kids, but it was a good surprise. She wanted more grandchildren, especially from Michael.

That's when Fiona looked up at Madeline, her face turning a slight shade of green. She thought that morning's bought of morning sickness was over, but she was proven very wrong.

"Dammit," she said under her breath. She quickly opened the toilet seat and bent down in front of it. Without thinking, Madeline rushed over to the woman she considered her daughter-in-law, also bending over to she was squatting next to Fiona, and moved her hair out of the way and held it for her while the younger woman puked what was left in her stomach. When she finished puking, Fiona moved so she was sitting on the floor. Madeline followed close behind and started rubbing Fiona's back.

"How long does this last?" Fiona groaned. "I can't deal with this," she said. Madeline continued to rub Fiona's back as the younger woman moved so she was resting her head against Madeline's shoulder.

"It depends on the pregnancy, honey," Madeline replied as she looked down at Fiona sympathetically. Fiona looked up at Madeline curiously. "With Michael, it lasted until late into my second trimester. But with Nate, it was only about six weeks." Fiona groaned again. She was hoping that even though Michael had given Madeline morning sickness through her second trimester, his baby wouldn't give her morning sickness for as long as he had given his mother morning sickness. "It'll be over before you know it," Madeline added, trying to comfort the brunette who's head was lying against her shoulder.

"I hope so," Fiona said. And with that, the two women stayed in the bathroom for a little bit longer before walking out and confronting Michael, who was worried about Fiona.