Octavia woke up feeling a ticklish sensation on her stomach. She opened her eyes to find that Lincoln had lifted her shirt up and was now kissing the spot where their baby was, his beard tickling her. She'd only told him about the baby the day before, and since then, he hadn't been able to keep his hands off her, more specifically, her belly.

"Morning," she greeted him with a smile, stretching her arms above head.

Lincoln grinned up at her.

"You're already showing," he stated in wonder.

She rolled her eyes and laughed. He was so excited about the baby, he was seeing things. "No, I'm not."

He didn't argue, but there was a definite bulge on her lower abdomen. A little one, but still, it was there. But that wasn't the only thing different about her. She wasn't very far along, but he could already see the changes in her body. Beside the bulge (there was definitely a bulge), her breasts were fuller. He'd been so busy, trying to settle down and acclimate to life at the Rig, that he hadn't noticed these changes before.

With one hand still on her abdomen, Lincoln started kissing her neck. They were both still giddy with joy at the news that they were going to be parents. Then, her giddiness turned bitter as she remembered something.

"Lincoln?"

"Hmm?"

She pushed him away gently and sat up on the bed.

"Is now later?" she prodded, staring him in the eyes. "Will you tell me the truth now?"

Lincoln sat up, too. He studied her seriously. His loyalty was with Octavia. This Octavia, his Octavia, not some future version of her. Besides, he'd promised her, and a promise was a promise. And so, he told her everything. About the time traveling, her powers, Pike's execution, and everything else.

"Say something," he begged after he was done.

Octavia just kept staring off at nothing, in disbelief. She felt like she was going to puke again, and not due to morning sickness. "What the hell?" she whispered.

"That was our reaction when she," he explained. Octavia looked at him. "you, showed up."

She took a deep breath. "Well, with A.I.s running around trying to destroy the world, I guess the notion of time traveling isn't that out of sorts." Lincoln smirked at her. Then she remembered something else. "And powers?"

His smile faded and he nodded. "She said she freaked out when the powers manifested."

"Yeah, I bet." Octavia sighed. "I'm sorry, this is just… incredibly confusing."

He took her hand, kissed it. "I know…"

After a moment, she spoke again. "If this thing is genetic, which it probably is…" she speculated. "I mean, is the baby gonna have powers, too?

He started to answer with soothing words of 'we'll figure something out' or 'we'll be okay', but her question made him think of something else.

"What if there's something wrong the baby?" Lincoln wondered. His voice was pure agony.

Octavia frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Because of what the mountain men did to me, when they turned me into a Reaper," he shifted uncomfortably. "They changed me, Octavia. What if it affects the baby?"

"Hey, stop that." The thought scared her a little, but she took his face in her hands. "There's not gonna be anything wrong with the baby. Well, other than the kid might end up having weird superpowers like me..."

That made him laugh a little and she kissed his cheek. Neither of them could predict the future, but there was one thing they were absolutely sure of. Their baby would be the most loved child in the entire world.

Then, she looked down, frowning.

"What if I hurt the baby? With the… powers?" The word was still hard to get around.

"Now you stop that…" Lincoln took her hands in his. "Whatever happens, I'll be with you the entire time. I promise."

Octavia looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity of his words. She nodded and went into his open arms, cuddling close. Everything would be okay as long as they were together.