Greg watched her rise up onto her toes and then back down again, twirling across the room, coming to a graceful stop. He'd always loved watching her dance, watching the amazing ways she could manoeuvre her body, twisting it in just the right ways to flow with the beat of the music. It was even more entertaining watching her now that she'd developed quite an impressive four-month baby bump, the swelling pressing against the stretchy fabric of her tank top, almost seeming like it would throw her off balance, but she easily maintained her composure. Greg smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she caught sight of him, just as her teenage ballet students followed her steps across the room.

"Girls, let's get some extra stretching in and run some warm-up before we begin rehearsing for the recital. I'll be back in ten," Easton told her dancers as she made her way along the side of the room to where Greg stood. As soon as she was within arms reach he brought her to him, slinking his lanky arms around her, kissing her.

"Baby, you're early," Easton said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "My appointment's not until 5:30."

Greg grinned, following her into her office, watching her unravel the ribbon of her Pointe shoes down off her leggings and pull the beat-up pink satin slippers off. Her toes were taped as usual, but it pained him to see the blood stains and gnarled toe nails that Easton always laughed off. He thought it must kill every time she put those shoes on, but she claimed she'd been doing it so long she didn't feel it anymore. He gently pushed her so that she leaned back in her office chair and he folded up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her enlarging belly. He kissed the warm skin and grinned up at her.

"I came to tell you I won't be able to get off work to go with you," he informed her reluctantly. He traced circles around her stretching skin. "Apparently a case I've been working on, they've found a big break, so I can't afford not to be there."

Easton felt her heart drop as she watched Greg coo over her stomach. He'd missed her first ultrasound due to an emergency call-out to a gang-related murder scene and now he was going to miss the second one. She pasted a smile on her face, teasingly tugging on his ears as he kissed her belly and put her shirt back down for her. Rising up, he instead let his lips explore hers.

"I guess I'm going to have to let you get another free pass, Hush Puppy."

Greg grimaced. He hated when she called him that, and he knew she knew it. She'd called him that when they'd first been dating, when they'd be in the throws of a particularly hot sex session, she'd liked to grab his ears, saying their size and how cute his round brown eyes were reminded her of a floppy-eared puppy dog. Considering he'd been teased about it as a child, he didn't exactly find it a turn on. Now she'd taken to calling him that only when she was angry with him.

"East, you know it's not cause I don't want to be there," he said. He sat back on the edge of her desk, fiddling a pen between his fingers. "I need to wrap this case up, we have a lot of back log right now and I need to catch up, Ecklie's been on my ass that I'm not keeping up with my case load."

Easton glanced up at him from beneath her thick lashes, not willing to let him off quite yet. She knew it bothered him just as much as it did her that he was missing these moments. "Can't Ray fill in for you? Come on, it's not like you're missing your whole shift, it's just like an hour or so."

"Ecklie's demanding it, you know what he's like, babe." He groaned, rubbing at his temples. "Don't make me feel worse then I already do."

Easton stood and shimmied herself between his knees and he spread his hands across her abdomen, kissing the tip of her nose. She loved how whenever she was near him he was constantly at her tummy, taking pleasure in each day of her pregnancy. She wished she was enjoying it as much as he was, but the constant fact that she wasn't sure who the father of her unborn child was made it almost impossible. Especially seeing how much Greg had dove into it made it even worse that sometime in the near future she was likely going to have to break his heart.

"It's OK Sanders, I understand." She ran her hands through his sandy coloured hair, trying to relax him.

Greg closed his eyes as she rubbed his scalp. He adored it when she did that, it made his muscles melt like butter. "But I do have a consolation prize for you since you can't have me."

"Oh yeah, and who would that be?"

"Well, he's not coming in tonight since he spent the day in court, so he offered to go with you when he found out I couldn't, you know, be my eyes and ears."

"Please tell me you didn't tell Hodges he could come with me," Easton laughed.

"No, Nick."

Easton felt her fingers involuntarily freeze mid-massage and Greg squinted one eye open, trying to find out why she'd stopped when it was feeling so good. She quickly started again so he closed his eyes, so he wouldn't be able to register the look she knew was on her face. "You're not uncomfortable with that? I mean, you don't care if my ex comes to my ultrasound with me?"

Greg reached up and pulled her hands from his head, holding them both between his. "East, Nick is a good friend to both of us, and what's in the past is in the past. You're mine now, and I trust you guys."

Trust. Such a powerful word that little did Greg know she so easily be broke.