Auggie reached towards the bedside table feeling around for his water bottle and trying to get his heart rate under control when Annie started talking.
"So, we've had a significant amount of sex over the last two months," she mentioned casually but he could feel her heart still racing a little against his side as he handed her the water bottle first.
"If the last 2 hours were any indication, yes," he replied with a smirk.
"I mean, a lot," she handed the bottle back to him.
"Is that a problem?" he sounded truly confused.
"I don't want you to freak out at what I am about to say, but I am late," she managed to say it and move to her side of the bed at the same time leaving him alone with the implication of her words.
"OK."
"Did you hear me? You understand what I mean?"
"Yes, how late?" he sounded so calm, just like he did when she was in danger and he carefully instructed her out of it.
"Five days."
"Is that unusual?" he was working the problem.
"I am on the pill, so yes," she swallowed, her mouth dry already so soon after the water Auggie gave her.
"OK."
"Is that all you have to say?" she was more confused than angry.
"Until we know anything more concrete I am not going to spiral into panic just yet."
"Would it be panic?"
"Well we're not in high school, but it would make things a little more complicated sure," Auggie shrugged.
"But you're not panicking?"
"We'll figure it out, whatever it is Annie, we'll figure it out," he reached for her wanting her back in his arms.
Hours later Annie was on a plane to Belgium, hot on the trail of an arms dealer. Auggie found himself about to protest her mission assignment and realizing there was no way he could without outing the discussion they had had earlier. Their relationship was common knowledge, but Joan had warned that it better not get in the way of their professional relationship.
To say Auggie was distracted was an understatement. He tried not to let himself think about the possibilities. It wasn't that he didn't love Annie and wouldn't be thrilled to have their child, but it was a bit quick all things considered and Annie's job did not really scream mother-of-the-year.
After he had dropped the third file of the day and let go a slew of profanities Stu finally asked if anything was wrong.
"No, just not paying attention," Auggie sighed.
"Annie is safe, the meet went well, she'll be home tonight," Stu reassured.
"I know, just a lot on my feeble mind today."
"Auggie, Walker on 1," Barber hollered from across the room.
"Hey, everything ok?" he asked.
"Flight's delayed."
"Well that sucks," he smiled.
"And I'm not….." she paused and he knew exactly what she meant.
"OK," he knew the call was monitored.
"….going to be home until nearly 2:00 a.m."
"See you then, travel safely," Auggie ended the call and was confused by exactly how he felt.
Clearly he and Annie had to talk about this a little bit more.