A/N: I wasn't going to do a second part, but someone asked and, well I wanted to do one anyway, I just wasn't sure it'd be appreciated. So, dedicated to theHuntgoeson and RachRadical, here's the second chapter of 'Fatherhood and other nightmares'.

Alex yawned and rested one hand on her huge, round belly. She was sure she hadn't been this big with Molly, but then again, that was a long time ago. At the thought of her daughter she still had to fight back tears, but she missed her a little less as every day in 'Gene's world' passed. Molly would be safe with Evan, and soon Alex would had someone else who needed her as much, if not more than her little girl.

"You OK in there, Sweetie?" she muttered, gently rubbing the bump. "Can't wait to see you!"

"Talking to yourself? First sign of madness, 'lex." Gene stuck his head around the door of their front room.

"Oh, shut it. Just 'cause I'm pregnant does not mean I can't thump you." He gave her a small smile, something he'd done more in these past few months than the entire two years she'd known him, and , with a small wiggle of his fingers, he made to leave for work. But, before he was out of the door… "God, I'm so BORED! I've barely been out of my pyjamas for a month. A month, Gene! A bloody MONTH! It's driving me insane!" With a dejected sigh, he turned around and walked towards the source of the shouting, something else he'd been doing more of in the past few months.

"Do something constructive, then"

"Any suggestions?" Gene's face was blank for a minute, then he shrugged.

"I dunno, knit some booties or something."

"Booties? BOOTIES? BOOTIES?!"

"I'Was only a suggestion."

"Shall I tell you where you can shove your Booties?"

"I suppose you're going to tell me whether I want you to or not." That comment was quickly answered with a string of expletives, some of which not even Gene knew.

"OK, fine, I'm sensing a reluctance to knit." Despite herself, Alex gave a small laugh, although she would later insist it was only hysteria brought about by all the shouting. Gene would, of course, later point out that it had been her doing all the shouting, but she would just tell him to shut up.

"Gene, I'm being serious!" she whined, like a little girl who wanted the last cookie. "If you leave me on my own I'll go out of my mind"

"Well, with your 'psychiatry' you should be able to get back in."

"It's PHYC… oh, forget it." He grinned, obviously enjoying winding her up. She swiped at his arm.

"Look, Gene, don't know if you know this yet, but never, ever, annoy a seven month pregnant woman."

"Eight."

"What did I just say?" And then she did a double take. "Hold on… what did you just say?"

"You're eight months gone. Look." He pointed at the makeshift calendar that heavily resembled Alex's first one. "That is where we are now. And that" he pointed to a date on the next month "is your due date."

"We're in September? Now? It's September, now, right now this second? Are you-you're joking aren't you?!"

"Nope."

"Bloody…"

"Sorry."

"September?"

"Can you stop saying that?"

"Sorry. But- SEPTEMBER?!"

"Yes!" Gene laughed. "Has it come as a bit of a shock?"

"Oh, no this is the face of a person in the know." Gene grinned, and held out his arm for her. She cuddled up to him, her head lolling on his chest in a strange mirroring of the Edgehamptom vault. He could feel her lips move as she whispered:

"Gene?"

"Yeah?" He asked, with a surprising tenderness.

"I'm scared."

"I know you are." there was a pause, and then he muttered "Do you want to know a secret?" Alex looked up and blinked, her hazel eyes meeting his blue ones. "So am I."