AN: By popular demand, here is another chapter! I'm pretty sure the story gets lighter from here. You'll notice the change in my writing style when it happens. I've been working hard on further chapters of this story, so I've got those saved up. Four ongoing projects is a lot to keep up with! Not to mention homework . . . my readers make me neglect schoolwork, but I love you. And thank you everyone who reviewed (To Christie Redfield(): Make an account so I can answer your questions, woman! I can't reply to anonymous reviews!)!

I heard from other people's Author's notes that there are rumors of the Jill/Chris pairing being canon... where are you getting this info, people? I wanna see it for myself!

Ummm... I think that's it for my rambling this time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, or its characters. That credit goes to Capcom.

~2 months, 2 weeks = 10 weeks, Early October

"Thanks for letting me stay here, Rebecca," Jill said as the younger girl handed her a cup of hot tea. Jill was staying in Rebecca's small apartment until she could get her own place, seeing as her own apartment in Raccoon was now a pile of debris. "So much for preparing the baby's room." Jill thought as she sipped her tea.

"It's fine, Jill," Rebecca said, taking a seat next to her old friend, "Does Chris know about the baby yet?" Jill had told Rebecca about her pregnancy a while before Raccoon City became Zombieville, and had recently been exchanging calls with the medic for advice on staying healthy.

Jill shook her head. "No. I tried to tell him weeks, maybe a month ago, but he left without speaking to anybody." Jill said, recalling Chris' behavior at his apartment. "Right now I'm thankful that I still have the baby after all the shock I've been through in the past four days."

She suddenly remembered why she came to the medic first. "Rebecca," Jill started, roughly grabbing the small medic by the shoulders, "I was about 9 weeks along when Raccoon City went to hell," she told the medic, "I was infected, but Carlos found a cure for T-virus in a lab or something. I'm still here, so I know it worked, but what about my baby? Is the baby affected?"

Rebecca held back the scared expression on her face after Jill's assault. "If you were that far, then it's now a lot less likely. At that stage, the fetus is less likely to develop defects than it was earlier in the month. You got really lucky, Jill. It could be really bad if the fetus became infected," Rebecca spoke, "We won't know if T adversely affected the baby until I can get an ultrasound tomorrow. In the meantime, contact me if something doesn't feel right." Rebecca stood up from her seat once Jill relaxed and let go of her.

"I need to go to work; my shift starts soon," Rebecca said as she picked up her purse and set of scrubs. "There's snacks in the fridge if you get hungry. I haven't been able to prepare a guest bed, so you'll have to make do with the couch for now." Jill watched as the medic made her way to the door, remembering how scared the younger girl was after the mansion incident. Now she had turned into a confident, mature, brave, young woman. "You really should call Chris," Rebecca said with a serious look on her face before she walked out the door, "He needs to know sooner rather than later."

Once Rebecca left, Jill was at a loss for what to do. One thing was certain: She had to call Chris; not just to tell him that Raccoon was now a wasteland, but to also tell him about his child. Jill pulled Rebecca's phone to her and dialed Chris' phone number. Hopefully he would pick up.

"Hello? Who is this?" Chris' voice answered after a few rings. Jill restrained the urge to cry at the sound of his voice.

"Hey Chris. It's Jill," she replied softly, "I've got some news for you."

"What is it?" Chris asked.

Jill sighed. "Raccoon City is gone. The T-virus got into the city and infected everyone. I only just managed to get out before the government nuked the damn place. I'm staying at Rebecca's right now until I can find somewhere to live."

"What?" Chris said incredulously, " Are you alright?" Jill gave a small smile; he still cared about her well being. This was a good sign.

"I'm alright, Chris." Jill reassured him, "How goes your search for Umbrella?"

"I'm turning up nothing. These people are untouchable," Chris growled in anger, "I'm coming back to the states tomorrow."

"Good. Chris, there's something I really need to tell you. I've been waiting for months to say this," Jill replied, skipping right to the point, "I'm pregnant."

There was a long pause from Chris' end of the line. "Pregnant? How long has it been?" he asked.

"I'm at ten weeks, almost eleven I think," Jill replied, hoping that Chris wouldn't panic. When he didn't answer, she spoke again. "I've already decided that I am going to keep the baby. All that's left is to know what you want." Another pause. He was probably processing the information, she thought. "If you don't want anything to do with it, I understand; just give me a straight answer."

Chris Redfield could not believe his ears. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he responded. "I'll help you, Jill," Chris replied quickly, "I'll help you raise our child, I promise."

Jill choked up. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes at Chris' words. "Really?" she asked, strangling a sob of happiness; Claire was right about her brother all along.

"I won't let you down," Chris continued, "You're at Rebecca's, right? I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Chris and Jill finished their conversation and hung up. Jill Valentine leaned back against the worn couch and continued to sob in joy. She could not be a happier woman. When Rebecca came home the older woman bombarded her with tears of happiness. The medic returned Jill Valentine's joy and told her that she was able to schedule the ultrasound for tomorrow at noon. Everything was going as planned.

Chris arrived at Rebecca's apartment the next morning, without fail. Jill hugged her best friend before he was even invited inside, still crying in happiness.

After Chris' arrival, the three of them traveled directly to the hospital, where a few nurses set Jill up next to the ultrasound machine. The first test was to check for any potential birth defects; just a routine exam, Rebecca told the couple while they were waiting for the ultrasound technician.

Eventually, the technician showed up and started the ultrasound. "There don't appear to be any problems. Everything looks normal. We can't tell the gender yet or hear the heartbeat," the technician said, "but do you want to see your baby?" Jill nodded before looking over at Chris, who was sitting by her and holding her hand. The ultrasound technician turned the screen towards them. On the screen was a black and white image of the life that Chris and Jill had made together. Jill's eyes watered with joy and serenely smiled, knowing that the little human-like fetus on the screen was growing in her body. Suddenly, all the suffering and morning sickness in the world was worth it.