He waited until he was sure that she wouldn't wake up when he moved. His mind was still reeling from the "I'm pregnant" statement she had given him as a way of explanation to the weight gain. He wasn't sure if he believed, but honestly he couldn't see any reason that she would lie to him about it. Especially considering what they had just done. She slipped from the bed and pressed a fluffy pillow against her back so that she wouldn't feel as though he was gone. Dragging on his pants and donning his shirt he left the room after pressing a quick and soft kiss to her cheek. She stirred a little, but he was able to soothe her back into slumber.

Walking down the hallway he was watching out for any sign of anyone else. Luckily no one entered his line of sight because he was sure they would be able to tell that something was wrong or at least that there was a lot weighing on his heart. He wasn't quite sure what to think of the whole situation, everything at that point seemed so surreal. Sitting heavily at the chair in his office he turned on his monitor and watched the sky out of the window.

This had all started as a simple night. Honestly, he should have expected it with everything that had been going on with her lately. It did all add up and make sense. He had been planning on talking to her about everything that week sometime, but he had wanted to wait until after dinner because frankly, an angry Magnus and a tiny room in Alfredo's was not something he wanted to endure. Turning to the monitor in front of him he pulled up Sanctuary records and turned to Magnus' file. Typing in his password he had records of her pregnancy going back three and a half months to the first blood test she had drawn to determine whether or not she was pregnant.

He had blood tests, hormone tests, ultrasound results with virtual pictures of the tiny little peanut. Nothing in the file said anything about who the father was. Groaning he logged out and logged back in under her own username and password. She would figure out eventually that he knew what it was, but luckily she had been a bit distracted as of late. There was nothing more in the file than he had seen. Sitting back he ran his hands over his face.

Moving back into his own files of the computer he officially put her off the mission list and added an addendum to the list of what needed to be discussed in the next video conference with heads of house. This was obviously something that they needed to know, but he wanted her to be there for it. Finishing up some paperwork that was left over from the day he waited until he felt like he could sleep again.

He walked back to her rooms finally after rechecking the time a dozen times and see it tick slowly by. It was three in the morning, and she would be waking in an hour. He watched her carefully after pulling at his shoes. She was still sleeping soundly, her body wrapped around the pillow and her hair pulled away from her face trailing over the pillow under her head. He brushed a hand carefully over her cheek and shoulder leaning down to press lips to where his fingers had just touched. His hand brushed over her belly where the little peanut was growing. It probably looked different than a little peanut by that point but she had only done one ultrasound. Bending low he pressed lips to the skin just under his fingertips.

Sighing heavily, he moved back to sit in the chair by the window so he could watch her. A baby. She was going to have a baby and he would do anything to keep that child safe. It was such an odd feeling. He rested his feet over the arm of the chair and laid his head back opposite. It wasn't even born yet, hell he'd just found out a few short hours ago that she was even going to have a baby, yet there was something tugging at him. She would be the far better protector that was for sure, he wasn't exactly cut of that cloth but he would certainly do his best.

He rummaged around in her desk before he found pen and paper. Pulling up a book he sat back in his previous position and began to write. He read over what he had written a few times before glancing at her and watching the woman sleep. Her chest rose and fell in such an evened pattern. His eyes began to droop slowly and no matter how hard he tried to stay awake, the pull of sleep had him in its clutches and dragged him into slumber.

The alarm didn't go off, and it was far later than she intended. Pushing herself up she looked over and saw him sleeping rather uncomfortably in the chair. Grinning Helen stood and went to check on her newest lover. Her hand was pressed to his cheek when she saw the piece of paper that had fallen to the floor. Picking it up, she held it loosely glancing over the hand written lines. The tears started to build in her eyes the further she got and she had to stop a few times to wipe away the salty drops as the tumbled over the edges of her lids.

Dear Baby:

I don't even know who you are yet, what you look like or even what sex you'll be. But there's something about you, something that so draws me to you that I can't even explain it. I was not there when you were conceived, I don't even know by whom you were conceived, but you are mine. It might be as simple as that but I fear, with knowing your mother as much as I do, that it would not be so simply put.

I will be there to raise you as I see fit. Although, I'm sure your mother with her stubborn head and cheeky turn with have some say in it of course as well as many disagreements between us. When we argue don't take to unkindly to it. We quite enjoy a good verbal battle of the wits and no harm is ever done beyond what we say. We always come back to each other.

You look like a peanut by the way, and I think that's what I shall call you until your mother finds a suiting name. Maybe I'll even call you that afterwards as a little thing just between the two of us. She said she's about eighteen weeks along: that means close to five months. You're going to start growing like a weed soon and I'm sure she won't be thrilled by that. She's already complaining about the pounds that she's gained because of you. It's quite cute actually, nice to see her with some self-esteem issues finally. She's not all hot in the head, demanding and sure of herself like she puts off. You be sure to remember that when you get a bit older and start fighting with her. She might be your mother and you might hate her at times, I certainly do. But she will always, always love you. Just as I will.

Hopefully and Lovingly,

Will

She read it over twice more before setting it aside carefully and smiling back to the sleeping form in front of her. She was sitting naked on the chair across from him watching the slow rise and fall of his chest and listening for the small snore that escaped from his nose as it vibrated. His chin was touching his chest and his back was so awkwardly sitting that she was sure he would be sure if she left him there. Pulling his legs from the arm of the chair she made sure he was sitting upright. The man didn't even stir. She could have fun with that.

She started to unzip his pants and drag his jeans down his body along with his boxers and he still wasn't stirring. Well, stirring into the waking world something, for sure, was stirring. She grinned and bent to her knees over his form so that her tongue could reach out and swipe of the tip of his penis. Bringing her hand to his base she held him tightly and looked up at his sleeping face as a stream of drool dripped out the right side of his mouth. She brought her other hand up and wiped away the drool pressing the moisture into his jeans.

Leaning down again she let her entire mouth cover him. Her fingers dipped down to rub at his sac and her tongue swirled crazily over him. Her head was bobbing up and down and she felt the saliva from her mouth dribbled down to where her hand was squeezing him. She brought her other fist up from his sac and slid it up under his shirt to pinch at his nipples. She felt his body shift and groan under her ministrations; she grinned and her eyes flicked up to his face. He was still soundly sleeping, probably having a damn good dream if the pre-ejaculate she could taste was anything to go by.

Standing up she kneeled over him, her knees pressing into the back of the chair that he was sitting on and her lips just a hairs breath from his. She sat back on her heels and dragged her fingers over his chest reveling in his warm flesh. She was moving up and down over his body feeling as much skin as possible and letting him calm down slightly. It wasn't long until she couldn't handle it anymore. Her mouth was against his ear and she was pressing kisses into his skin while her hand skimmed down and pressed a finger hard into her clit.

Dipping two fingers into her body she started to pump in and out while pressing her thumb hard into her clit. She was moving above him constantly, her face so close to his her breath moving the hairs at his ear while her body undulated. She was mewling, the breath getting caught in her throat when her nail slipped over the sensitive nerves causing her muscles to convulse around her still pumping fingers. She pulled her hand from her warm heat and suckled the juices off watching the sleeping Will the entire time.

She pressed a heated kiss to his lips before holding him firmly lowering her body down. She whispered quietly into his ear, "Apologies Will, I had hoped you'd have woken by now, but pregnancy hormones rule the nest." One she had him fully within her she sighed and rubbed her nose along the skin of his neck savoring the smell of his aftershave that had yet to wear off. So subtle. After he'd discovered that most abnormals didn't like his original scent, or that she didn't like it either he'd changed to this one. And she most definitely loved it. Bringing her tongue out to taste at the crease between his shoulder and neck she hummed. "Will, oh Will…"

Her hips rose up and she moved back down, her body pulling at his while he slept against the chair. Her hand flitted down to her center again and she was pressing hard, it wasn't going to be long and she would be clenching around him, which was exactly what she wanted to feel. Faster and faster her finger flicked over her clit, her breathing picked up, the flush rose once again to her cheeks and chest and tiny beads of sweat cascading down her skin. The surges moved from her limbs to her center building the pressure higher and higher until it was bursting at the seams and she was clenching against him.

She felt him spurting hotly into her and she moved her muscles as long as she could before resting against his now sticky and sweaty form. Kissing him again she slowly eased off his body and the chair. Moving to the bathroom she came back with a warm cloth and cleaned him before wiping herself. Changing the alarm on his phone so that he would have thirty minutes before their staff meeting she went to dress. She picked a skirt that she didn't have to button at the top and a form fitting jacket that would cover the baby pouch that was most definitely protruding from her front. There was no denying it any longer.

Picking up the paper that he'd written on she bit her lip. She moved quickly to her office making a copy before going back into the room and setting it on his lap. He would never know. Taking her copy and a key that she removed from a hidden drawer in her dresser she moved to the chest in her closet. Opening it she found a smaller locked box that she pulled out and set on top of the lid of the chest. Sitting down she unlocked it and pulled out the album that sat atop the first. Opening the first few pages she smiled at the pregnancy test results that were taped onto the colorful paper. Flipping a few more pages she passed tow ultrasound pictures and side pictures of her stomach through each month of the pregnancy.

Taking the photocopied paper she found the next blank page and pressed it carefully to the colorful array. Taking the tape that was also left in the box she covered the four corners with the clear manufactured sticky adhesive. She ran her fingers over it smiling and sighing before closing the lid and locking it away once again. As she exited the closet she noted that Will was waking, his eyes scrunched and his fists running over his face. She moved close to him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Good morning."

He looked at her oddly, his eyes scanning her form. "Morning… you seem to be in a better mood."

"Far better, William." Once again her mouth was on his, her tongue sliding along his lips before entering his mouth. She pulled back and rested against the arm of the chair. "Are you ready for today?"

He nodded, "Yeah I suppose." He was rubbing his eyes again.

"Any questions about last night? I know it was sudden news and then… well I didn't give you much of an opportunity to absorb it did I?"

"No, you didn't." He was giving her a quirky grin that he usually reserved only for her. "I think I'm good about it. Just… who's the father?"

She waited a good minute before giving any sort of response. "Well you are, if you want to be that is."

He pulled her down for a long embrace. "I would love to be."

A/N: There will be more I promise. I have a lovely story arc for these two to go through before this whole thing is done. –C-