Originally, this was to be a oneshot. Oneshot no more, though. I'll continue this, of course.

Nine

Month one

"Really? Watermelon?" Nate asked.

Elena's voice came from the otherside of the phone. "Please, Nate? It's just about the only thing I want. Oh, and strawberries!"

"Elena, it's the middle of winter! Where am I going to get those?" He was sitting in his car in the mostly empty parking lot of a Price Chopper. It was twelve at night.

"Um... I'm not sure. But can you try and get some? Please?"

"Yeah... You're lucky I love you."

"I know. Love you too. Get home soon!"

"I will. Bye." He hung up, and got out of the car with a sigh. "Watermelon and strawberries. Okay. Let's go, Nate." He headed into the store, and was immensly glad it was open all night. The produce section was surprisingly full. Apples, mainly though. He had half a mind to get some just in case her cravings changed last minute. But, instead, he found a small carton of strawberries. Taking it, he continued on to find some watermelon. "Elena, you are insane." He finally found some in slices, wrapped in plastic wrap. "Thank god..." He muttered.

When he finally reached the little apartment he shared with Elena, he found her watching a poorly written horror movie and covered in all of the blankets off their bed. "I'm home," he announced.

"Come sit with me. And don't forget the watermelon!" He let out an amused sigh and slipped off his shoes. She snuggled up against him as he sat down on the couch. "Gimme the fruit." He handed her the bag that held it. She tore open the wrapping on the watermelon and took a bite from the fruit.

"What is with you and these cravings lately?" he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I dunno." She continued to tear into her food as though she had been starved. "Oh, Nate?"

"Yup?"

"Can you go pick me up some apples in the morning?"

Nate groaned.

"Nate! Nathan Drake! Get over here!" Elena called from the bathroom. Her tone must've been frantic because he appeared in the doorway, half dressed. His pants were barely on, not even zipped up and his shirt was clentched in one hand. She didn't mind seeing his bare, scar-laden chest even though it wasn't exactly the best time to be thinking of that sort of thing.

"What? What's wrong?"

She gave him a wide grin. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong." He looked at her, confused. She held up the small object in her hand. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes doubled in size. "Really?"

"At least, that's what the test says."

"Oh my- We'll have to start getting ready! We have to get you a doctor's appointment, tell Sully and the others, start looking for a house or at least a bigger apartment, and then there's-"

She cut him off. "Nate!"

"What?" He met her eyes and bit his lip.

"Calm down!" She placed her hands on the side of his face. "We have to think about this logically. Okay?" He nodded. "Good."

"But we should still do all that..." He muttered, looking down at her with soft eyes.

"I know, but first, we should think, okay?" He nodded again. "Now, what should we do first?"

"Uh..."

"Tell Sully."

"Tell Sully."

"And then?"

"... No idea."

"Schedule a doctor's appointment," Elena filled in.

"Schedule a doctor's appointment," he repeated back, placing a hand over her's.

"Good. You good?"

"I'm good."

"Then let's call Sully."

"Okay."

"Why'd you two want me over here so bad?" Sully asked, taking off his shoes as he stepped into the apartment.

"Guess," Nate spoke with a smirk from his spot at the table. In his hands were a steaming cup of coffee.

"How the hell should I know?" Sully shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets as he sat next to his adopted son.

"Well, I'm not going to make you guess," Elena spoke as she entered from the living room. She waisted no time telling him the news. "I'm pregnant."

Sully's eyebrows went up and his signature grin appeared over his face. "Well, I'll be go to hell. I'm gonna be a grandpa!"

"I can't believe it either!" Nate said, a wide smile over his features.

"I never expected you to be a father, kid. I saw Elena as a mother, though. Not sure how that worked though." The old man laughed, patting the younger man on the back.

"Oh, thanks for believing in me," Nate muttered in a friendly manner, rolling his eyes.

Sully turned his attention to Elena. "You call up Chloe and Charlie?"

"Yeah. They said they'd be here in about fifteen or twenty minutes," she explained, leaning against Nate's back and setting her hands on his shoulders. "How surprised do you think they'll be?"

"Hmph. Hard to say. I don't think it's very surprising. It was more of a 'when' than an 'if'. I guess we all kinda thought it'd happen eventually." Sully shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "What're you guys planning to do for the next few months?" He reached into his pocket and took out a cigar by force of habit.

"We're not entirely sure, but we've thought about it a little," she answered.

"Already? Goddamn. You guys work fast."

"Well, you should've heard Nate when I told him. Spewing out a list of things he thought we should do. And, he did this shirtless I might add."

"Hey, I was nervous," Drake defended.

"You could've at least put a shirt on." Elena rolled her eyes but grinned.

There was a knock on the door and she left Nate's side to go to the door. "Coming." She opened the door to Chloe and Cutter. "Hey, you two are early."

"Yup. We got out early," Chloe answered. She stepped inside, Cutter in tow.

"What is it you two wanted to tell us?" The large british man asked as he took one of the seats at the table. Chloe opted to sit across his lap and leave the last chair for Elena. He grunted, but allowed it. Elena took the open seat and turned her attention towards them.

"It ain't gonna surprise you that much," Sully warned.

Nate rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you want to guess first?"

"Sure," Chloe answered. "Hmm... Let's see. You need us to go on some journey to some ancient ruin to find some treasure. And Cutter'll hurt himself in the process." She gave him a 'one-too-many-times' look.

"Nope!" Elena smirked.

"One time! I hurt myself one time," Cutter mumbled, though he was ignored the two women.

"Oh. That was my only guess. Got any, Charlie?"

"Nope. Though, I am surprised it's not the journey thing." He settled his hands on her hips as she leaned foreward against the table. "Well? What is it?"

Elena smiled. "I'm pregnant." She placed her hands over her stomach though it was flat.

"Hah!" Cutter exclaimed with a lopsided grin. "Chloe, you owe me twenty."

"Aw, sonova..." she grumbled. "Fine. But I'm not paying you back with money," she informed suggestively.

"Fine by me," he replied, poking his finger at her side.

"Anyway, when did you find out?" Chloe asked, elbowing Cutter gently and otherwise ignoring him.

"Today. This morning, actually. It freaked Nate out. Didn't it, sweetie?" Elena grinned, drawing out the word and kicking Nate under the table.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting the news! The way you yelled for me, I thought you'd been hurt. You know how bad I am about that," Nate defended.

"Yes, we all do. Two of us saw you cry about it," Chloe laughed. Nate's tears over Elena in Tibet as something they picked on him constiently. Of course, at the time, it had been no laughing matter. No, at the time, all present were worrying about Elena. 'The Grenade Scare', as it as often referred to as by Elena, Chloe, Nate and Sully, had left Elena with many scars down her torso and on her legs.

"I wasn't crying!" Nate objected.

Chloe snorted. "You were. I saw you, mate," she reminded.

"And it wasn't raining," Elena added in. "It was sunny."

"C'mon, I can't win on my own against two girls!" he protested, looking over at the other two for support. Both looked away.

"Sorry, kid. I can't help you here." Sully shrugged, knowing there was no way any guy could win against two girls.

"Yeah. And just wait until Elena starts having mood swings," Cutter threw in. "You're gonna be in bad shape."

"I have no hope, do I?"

"None at all."

I'll continue this, hm? Oh, and, by the way, this would be late in the first month, when the body starts cranking out those life altering hormones.