AN: I've been posting my Good Girls/Brio goodness on AO3, but I'm thinking about posting here as well. If you run across this, like what you've read, and are interested in me posting here, just leave a comment or message me and let me know! I hope you enjoy!

One last load of counterfeit cash to wash and their six month plan would be complete. So much had happened for Beth in what felt like so little time. She and Rio had a thing going on that hadn't slowed down since it started, she essentially rescued her family from the debt that Dean accrued, she secured her children's future as far as finances go. She did it all without getting caught despite the many, many times they came close. It was finally about to be done. She wasn't in much of a mood to celebrate though because unfortunately, she felt like death warmed over; figured it was the flu kicking her ass. Throughout their ups and downs over the past six months, she and Dean had grown closer as friends. She let him stay in the guest bedroom of the house for the kids' sake and at a time like this, she was thankful to have him there.

"You need me to take the kids somewhere?" Dean asked, peeping his head into the bedroom.

"Please." she groaned. "My head is killing me and the noise isn't helping."

There had only been a few times in her adult life that she had felt this horrible. Four times to be exact. But she knew that this wasn't like those time. She had convinced herself that she only had the flu and it just wouldn't go away. After a few more miserable days in bed, while the kids were at school and Dean was at work, she went into her bathroom. She opened the cabinet under the sink and eyed two unopened pregnancy tests left there by Annie after she had a slip up with Gregg a few months back. She bit her lip in contemplation. She just knew she wasn't pregnant, but to ease her mind, she grabbed them and slammed the cabinet door shut. She hated this waiting game, always had, each and every time. She had called Rio before she took the tests and he hadn't gotten there soon enough for her so she went ahead and took them. She set her timer for three minutes and Rio showed up a minute after that. They spent the next two minutes sitting quietly on her bed until her alarm went off.

"Do you want me to go check?" Rio asked softly, really unsure of what he should say or do.

She looked at him. "Would you know how to read it?" she responded.

"Nope."

Beth stood up and sighed. "I got it."

She went into the bathroom and grabbed one test off of the sink counter. A bright pink line next to a very, very faint pink line. Her eyes filled with tears, hoping and internally praying that this was a malfunction. She picked up the second test and there right next to one another were two very defined bright pink lines. Her tears couldn't stay where they were then; they rolled down her cheeks in streams as she tried to breathe out once she realized she had stopped breathing at one point. She wiped her face to no avail because as soon as she did, more tears came. Positive pregnancy test in hand, she opened the door not knowing Rio would be right there at the doorway.

"Who knew high level money laundering during perimenopause could lead to pregnancy?" she asked before choking on a sob that she didn't even feel coming up.

"What the fuck?" Rio said as quietly as he could without thinking it in his head.

"What the fuck?" she repeated, wiping her face. "That's not exactly what you were saying when we had sex with no condom, smart guy."

The last thing he wanted to do was upset her. "I didn't mean it like that." he explained. "Just…shocked."

She sat on the bed and he sat next to her. Rio holding one of Beth's hands while she held the pregnancy test in the other, a million questions and no answers running through both of their heads but not spilling out of their mouths. Not wanting to assume, Rio bluntly asked the main question he had.

"Keeping it?"

She rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't entertain the thought of anything else."

He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. She was okay for a second until he put his mouth against her cheek, stubble she had grown to love rubbing against her face. The tears started rolling again and she couldn't help but turn and wrap her arms around him. She never for a second doubted calling him over when she was about to take the tests. Deep down she knew he'd be there for her no matter what the results were, no matter what she decided. Thoughts of all of their times together flooded her memory and she could remember the night things changed for them like it was yesterday. From that point on, they both knew it wasn't just sex no matter how badly they wanted it to be, but they kept with that excuse as a reason to not stop. Now this. This was going to change everything.

She cried on and off for a couple of hours and he stayed by her side, holding her the entire time. She had to get her wits about her so she could take the next necessary steps. She had to find a good OBGYN who was also a good drive away. They were able to schedule her an appointment the next day and she declined Rio's offer to drive her. She needed time alone to think and the drive there gave her that. Sitting in the lobby, filling out information all by herself gave her that. She felt so lonely especially when she thought about how exciting confirmation visits had been with her other pregnancies. But that was different. She was married to a man who she thought was loving and faithful then. Now she was knocked up by a criminal who really was loving and faithful. Every once in a while, tears would come and she'd have to quickly wipe them away. This was particularly tough when she saw the little being in her tummy on the ultrasound screen. A part of her felt like she should be happy to have a healthy baby growing inside of her, but the anxiety and fear the situation brought on just wouldn't let her be. Nine weeks along and scared to death, Beth asked the doctor if she could hear the heartbeat. She did. And it made it as real as her four littles ones at home. She didn't bother wiping the tears at that point.