He peppered her neck and bare shoulders with kisses as they fell together onto his bed. "Mmm… mmm," she moaned, and after a few seconds he realized something wasn't right. "Ah… Michael, wait."
Flipping around and sitting up next to her, he looked concerned and asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He placed a hand on her forehead and brushed aside her hair as she groaned again. "Fiona?"
"It's nothing," she replied breathlessly. "I'm just a little… ugh, nauseous." Determined as ever to avoid any signs of weakness, she tugged him by his t-shirt down to her lips and resumed kissing him passionately. Soon, though, another wave struck and she was forced to pull away again. "Uh, I'm sorry. I just don't feel good." She flopped onto the pillow with another groan, and he rested on his side, examining her closely.
After a few moments of silence, punctuated by Fiona's grumbles and Michael's comforting whispers, she shifted suddenly and buried her face in his chest. "Michael?" she said in a small voice. He murmured a response inviting her to continue. "You remember that night a couple of weeks ago that we… spent together?"
"Yeah," he said, rather fondly.
"And you remember how, all that week, we were working to take down that drug ring?" Her face remained hidden in his arm as though she was determined not to look at him. He nodded and said again, "Yeah, Fi."
"Well, that was a really hectic week, wasn't it? And there's… there's a slight possibility that I might have forgotten to take my birth control pill." At this she snuggled even deeper into hiding. Michael was silent – Fiona felt him inhale sharply.
After a moment, he released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and guided her into a sitting position. She still refused to look him in the eye. "Fiona." His hand found her cheek. "Are you… pregnant?"
"I don't know," she whispered. She tried to hide her face again but his hand still held her cheek and he forced her to look at him. For a long while he just stared into her eyes, brows furrowed.
Finally, "You can't have a baby, Fi. We can't."
"I know."
"But… you might not be, right?" He was hopeful, but in his gut he knew the truth.
"I think I am, Michael."
As if pained by her words, he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Then he looked back at her. "Can we do this?"
"I hope so."