Title: Life with Lily

Author: Solarbaby

Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.

Words: 378

Summary: Three clueless male rangers and a very pregnant cheetah?

Spoilers: None

Notes: Answers the question of who's the father. Again some minor Rasey.

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Who's Your Daddy?

Casey watched Lily, somewhat uncomfortable. From the corner of his eye, he noticed RJ pull something from the fridge. Theo had his face buried in his hands, a position he'd held for about the past thirty minutes.

RJ had shot up from his mat a few moments after Lily had dropped her announcement and ushered her into his recliner. She seemed to be near tears and the tiger found himself beside her. He rubbed her back comfortingly and Lily looked up at him through the tears.

A hand held something out to Lily and Casey looked up to see RJ holding out a bottle of water. Lily took it, sending the master a grateful look. She opened it and leaned back, taking a long swallow.

Casey saw RJ mirror the action, only instead having of a clear plastic bottle he had a brown glass one. Fantastic. He was tempted to try and snatch the bottle away. The last thing they needed was for their master to get drunk. "RJ." He sighed.

RJ just looked down at the beer in his hand and set it aside. He leaned down on one knee in front of the cheetah. "Lily, are you sure?"

Lily nodded, placing her hand protectively on her stomach.

"Alright then." The wolf master stood up and ran a hand through his hair.

"So…" Casey drifted off, giving her a half-hearted smile. "Congratulations?" He was rewarded with a small laugh from the cheetah and an eye roll from his mate.

"Lil." Theo's voice was barely heard, but the Casey noticed the others turn to look as well. "If you're pregnant than who's the father?"

Casey jerked his head back toward Lily.

She chewed on her bottom lip. "Well, you remember when we managed to remove Dai Shi from Jarrod for a little while?"

"You don't mean?" Theo's voice was incredulous. He was at the chair in a moment, staring at her. "Jarrod?" He looked as though he was going to faint again.

RJ snatched his bottle off the table and took a gulp.

The tiger adopted a disgusted look. With one move, he snatched the bottle from RJ's hand and downed the rest of it, ignoring his mate's noise of protest.

"I think I'm going to be sick."