I was once again home alone, watching the races from the t.v. It was nice, seeing as there was yet another racer on our team, one that I had not met yet. Sig, new king of Spargus.

If I tried hard enough, I could remember him working for Krew. He was big and intimidating and I made a point to steer clear of him until I knew i could trust him or at least set next to him without being clobbered. I also knew that Krew sent him and Jak on several missions together and wondered if Jak was the only reason he was hear.

Probably.

Anyway, the races ended for the day with the promise of the Prand Pre Red Cup race tomorrow. I got up and turned off the t.v. and decided to spruce up the place for the newcomer.

I got around to cleaning the spare bathroom late in the afternoon when the front door was opened and voices came from the sounds of the city outside.

"…Took you so long to get hear? What happened?"

I peeked my head from the bathroom and glanced down the hallway to find a once in a blue moon Jak.

He was smiling it up to the point that his eyes were squinted as he walked down the hall. His eyes were practically glued to the tank of a man behind him. There was also the sound of his voice, so cheerful and chipper, something that was very rare to hear. Normally it was monotone at best.

The guy himself, Sig, was really one of the tallest men I've had the pleasure of seeing too. Jak, who was still taller than I, was dwarfed by him.

"Got caught up by Seem and her monks. There was some metal heads stalking the halls of the temple."

The two disappeared into the livingroom and I followed silently in order to hear what Sig was saying.

"How did they, I thought that the temple was closed off?" Jak asked. He took a seat and Sig followed suit.

"Apparently, there was a hole in one of the walls and one or two of the suckers crawled through. An'you know mettle heads, once one gets in, the whole place gets infested."

I chose then to present myself. I quickly brushed off my shirt which, thankfully, was a little big on me and stepped into the livingroom. I cleared my throat.

"Hey, I heard the door open and came down to investigate."

The two men both looked back at me and Jak waved almost nervously. Sig on the other hand got up and held his hand out as he moved away from his seat.

"Hey there, Firecracker! Long time no see."

Funny story behind that. My gun had gone off once in the Hip Hog. Ever since anybody who had been present, like Sig, called me Firecracker. I don't know what one has to do with the other, but oh well.

"Hi Sig. How are you?"

I took his hand and felt like a tiny child.

"Good. You?"

"Fine."

The rest of that evening was spent listening to the guys talk. Especially when Commander Torn, Daxter, and the girls came home. Most of what was talked about was racing, surprise, surprise, and work back home.

All in all, a good day.

The next day was better though, because I actually got to go to the team's waiting quarters. The place was spacious and the color of red.

G.t. Blitz and some bird named Pecker were chatting it up but I barely paid any attention as I pid everyone good luck. Just in front of the t.v., Jak and Sig were talking about something that I also didn't pay any mind to. It was not my place.

"Well, we're off." Ashelin sighed and gave a hug. I squeezed her back and then moved to salute The Commander. He smiled at me and returned it. I gave both Sig and Jak firm pats to the back and waved as they went to shut up.

I then got a real quick snack and plopped down between the girl, Keira and her father, The Shadow.

"Go team!" I yelped and offered some food to each person in turn before I set my concentration on the television.

Jak was in the front with the others hanging back to make sure that he crossed the finish line first, which he did!

As soon as he hit that line Keira and I both cheered and hooted at the t.v.. Then Keira jumped up and ran out to congratulate Jak in person. Such a hyper girl.

I followed behind her and The Shadow behind me a bit slower in pace. By the time we stepped out of the waiting room, the others reached the double doors. In Jak's arms sat the red trophy for all their accomplishments and there one fourth goal of survival.

He also had a Keira hanging off his neck, practically choking him.

Once the party reached the doors, Keira let go of Jak and simple held on to one of the trophies handles. Jak was smiling as he walked further and plunked the trophy on the shelves that were built for the purpose.

"You did it!" I cheered while clapping. Jak glanced back and smirked.

"Yeah, we all did."

Daxter was hyped and screaming at the top of his lunges. "Let's get this party on the road, figuratively speaking of course. To the bar!"

At that, the little ottsel hopped up on Sig' head and pointed in a random direction. A few chuckles followed his actions but the others mostly started walking out so they could get to the bar.

Ashelin walked on over and looped an arm around mine. "You're coming too. Even though you're pregnant doesn't mean you can't have some fun. We probably won't even be here without you."

I blinked at her accusation and glanced her way.

The rest mines Torn took the lead, guess we were walking.

"What do you mean, I haven't done anything."

The older women smiled at me. "You're like a mascot, something we want to see when we all live."

I secretly grinned to myself. That meant a lot. I then started to pull on her arm with as much force as I could muster. Like the little ottsel said, it was party time.

I was in front of an old gothic home that started legends about ghosts with the little ray of sunshine himself, Daxter.

Today was my first day with my new doctor and I had previously made up my mind to go alone. Upon telling Ashelin where I was off to, she and everybody else abjected the idea at once.

They still didn't know who had been threatening them.

So, simply because everyone else was in need of major rest in their week off, I was set with a hangover Daxter and a rather powerful handgun. I first said no, but it was him or Jak -the only guy fully awake and ready for the day somehow-, so I chose the one that seemed the least there.

Daxter was hardly awake, unlike his friend, when we left and slept half of the way there. The other half he spent hanging off my shoulder and groaning about how bad his head hurt. I wish I could help him.

Now he was eerily quiet with his mouth hanging open.

"That is where your doctor is?" He finally asked, one fuzzy eyebrow up. "Who the hell is he, Dracula?"

Not knowing who that was I chose to ignore the small animal. I instead walked up to the front door and knocked.

On the second knock, the heavy thing was heaved open to a woman dressed in a simple dress and a tiny little hat with a red plus sign on it.

"Hello, how may I help you today." Her voice was monotone and sounded quite nasally.

"What a wonderful voice!" Daxter whispered in my ear. I stifled a laugh.

"I'm here for an appointment with Doctor Sanders."

She stared at me for a moment before she answered.

"He's ready for you now but I need you to do some things for me."

Those things were the same as last I came. The only difference was an ottsel chuckling at the idea of 'peeing in a cup'. Apparently that was funny to him.

I was ten times happier that I had brought him except for Jak.

After doing everything I needed to and threatening Daxter within an inch to his life if he didn't sit down and behave, I stepped into the doctor's office and sat down.

The doctor stepped in with a clipboard shaking in his hands. The man was old, probably in his nineties, with brownish spots covering his shriveled skin. His brown eyes looked weary and tired. His white hair looked like it would snap off if any pressure was applied. Even his voice made him seem old, it wavered and trembled just as bad as his hands.

"Hello," he possessed and pulled out a pair of spectacles from his thick, fuzzy, brown sweater and placed it on the bridge of his nose. "Tamantha. It is nice to meet you."

I gave him the friendliest smile I could muster and replied. "Nice to meet you too!

I was setting on the edge of the road waiting for someone to pick me up.

This visit was so long. The doctor was so old that he often forgot what he was saying in the middle of his sentence and had to repeat himself. Hed drop stuff like his pen or clipboard and his nurse had to pick it back up.

Despite the fact that those were the only problems he presented, they took up time. A lot of time. When we arrived, it was dawn, when we left, it was starting to get dark.

The worst part about everything, Daxter's complaining.

"I mean, really! It takes that much time to check if you kids still alive?!"

I scoffed at the shoulder ornament and crossed my arms over my now huge chest. God, I hated it. They even have discharge, like thick cream colored goop that forced me to change my bra two times a day.

"I know he's still alive! Its just to check if he's in the right position, healthy, and not choking on his own umbilical cord."

"Ug, ewwww! Don't tell me that!"

I chuckled bitterly. "You are the one who brought it up."

"Yeah but, eww! Your lady stuff is nasty. So, ah, why not call Jak to pick us up. We're not getting any closer by standing here."

He plucked a comm. out of his pocket and hopped off of my shoulder. He picked Jak's picture and grinned. "Hey Jak babe! We need a ride."

I watched Daxter walk back and forth while he talked. My eyes drooped and I yawned. I had gotten a green eco dose too. Each time I get one, I get extremely tired.

"No, I don't think she can go much further. Looks like she about to just kneel over!"

"S' he commin?" My words were slurred. The Shadow does it differently; normally I had to take a nap right after.

"Sure thing babe. Now, since you can take a nap on the curb, mind if I take one on that beautifully plump chest of yours?"

I simply humphed at him and waved him off.

"Fine. Jeez, ya think I'm asking for an arm or something!"

He plopped down next to my feet and sighed.

"It's a boy then? That's nice. Not that I'd complain about a girl but we need more boys. Do ya got a name picked out?"

"Mmhmm, Kaden."

"Nice, nice. Why?"

"Why do you have to keep talking?"

"Fine!"

We fell into silence and I closed my eyes. I opened them back up when I heard a low rumbling from the engine of a racer. It was sleek and blue. It also held a woman who looked familiar.

She looked an awful lot like me except for the red hair and blue eyes. She was much taller and tanner than I and had the most lethal I've ever seen on. It took me a moment, but I recognised her and tried to force the tired away.

"Alyssa! Is that you?"

The girl smirked and held out a hand to help me to my feet. She then seamlessly pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"The one and only. Its so great to see you again Tammi. Been too long."

"About six years! What have you been up to?"

She grinned again and rubbed the back of her head. "Well, living in the wastelands can be rough, leaves little room for romance. But I did pretty well!"

She then showed me a copper colored band around her left ring finger. I gasped and grabbed her hand. "You're getting married?"

She shook her head. "Got. His name is Thornton. We hitched up before the former king passed."

"What's he like?"

We spent the rest of our time talking. My sister had another kid. Her name was Windy and she had just turned three. Alyssa was also with child, a seven year old boy who had been left parentless when the dark makers broke in to Sparges. His name was Dillon and he was hear but with Thornton.

Briefly, I wandered what Dax was doing, being so quiet. A quick look at him told me he had fallen asleep. I also wondered what was taking Jak so long.

"But, it looks like mom and I weren't the only ones getting busy! How far along?"

"Six months, almost seven. Two to three more and I'll be a mom."

"Who's the dad?"

I opened my mouth to answer when he pulled up. The vehicle Jak chose was one of the lower class ones with two seats, meant for safety. When he climbed out, he sent a wary look at Alyssa and stepped right up behind me.

"Hi."

Alyssa glanced at me then back at him with a small smile. "Hello sir, its nice to see you in good health."

"Thanks." He grumbled while crossing his arms. "Who are you?"

"My name is Alyssa Grants, sir. I'm Tamantha's niece."

"Oh." The wary look simply fell off and his shoulders, which were stiff and broadened, did so as well.

"It was nice seeing you sir, but it appears that you have to go." Alyssa said with a strate and respectful tone. She turned back to me and gave me one last hug. "I'll see you later. Thornton and Dillon'll be upset if I don't get back right now and tell them everything. Bunch of nosy men I've got. Love you."

"Love you too, hun. Talk to you later?"

When she was out of sight, Jak looked at me and offered a smile. "She seemed nice."

For some reason, his smile just ticked me off. I rolled my eyes and started to try to climb the side of the vehicle he had but couldn't. Jak came over and helped me, chuckling under his breath. He then climbed into the driver's seat and started our trek home.

I began to feel that tiredness seep in again and let my eyes close. The next they opened wi was being lifted into the air and carried. There was a weight on my stomach that I guessed was Daxter. Jak chuckled again.

"Seems i'm always carrying you home, hu?"

I only hummed and snuggled my nose into his chest. The night was cold and he was warm.

I didn't even realize that we were indoors until I was disposed of into my own bed. I quickly grabbed in to the closest thing and fell asleep.

I had no dreams.

Jak was watching her. It had become something of a pass time for him when he had a fight with Keira or simply wanted to do something that required no actual thought.

It wasn't that he thought she did interesting things. Heck no. Normally, it was just simple house work. No, it was just something he did. Like he wanted to make sure she didn't up and disappear.

It pissed him off when he thought about. Why the hell didn't she just tell him!? He knew for a while now, after coaxing the information out of Light. So why didn't she tell him the baby was his?

So yeah, there was another three months left for her to say something. But what if she didn't tell him and just ran off after she had it?

After all, he was surprised to find out. He thought that he could never have kids, never could get a woman pregnant, after his time in prison. For him, that had been its own personal hell. He grew up in a time where you started to pop out children when you his sixteen. He had actually been looking forward to it too. He always wanted to be a dad some day.

Jak was one too, or just about to be.

He sighed and glanced at a clock. Noon and the last day of their break. He had heard that the next two cups wouldn't have that many breaks in them. The contenders would be driven hard to get past the next month. Jak hoped he didn't die from the poison before he could see his son, Daxter had told him. Also told him she was planning to name the baby, Kade.

He wanderd where the hell that name came from.

"Damn it all!"

Jak flinched and looked back at Tamantha to see her sitting on the floor with both her legs and arms crossed in the center of the living room. She looked pissed.

Sig and Daxter were also in the room. Daxter simply glanced her way before turning back to the t.v. and the cartoons he watched for some reason. Sig on the other hand got up and crouched next to her.

"Need any help, doughboy?"

"No! I don't! I can get up on my own!"

Jak snickered. It was funny how Sig could stand up to a huge metal head without fear but be snapped at by a pregnant women and practically cower in it.

Not that he was the only one. Tamantha had been getting snippy with just about everyone as the week progressed. He just chocked it up to hormones.

Sig eventually just picked her up and set her back on her feet. She growled an angry thanks before she grabbed her vacuum and left the room all together. Jak listened to her stomp up the stares and then slame her bedroom door shut.

With a sigh, Sig sat back down. Daxter started to laugh. "How the hell did you get with her anyways?" He managed.

Sig and Daxter were the only two he had talked to about her. He also made it clear that he wanted to deal with it.

"A lot of booze."

Daxter caught his breath and sighed happily. "Well, ya better hope the kid acts nothing like her, or you'll be in one big mess!"

Hi guys!

Just wanted to apologize for being so late. I had a huge holiday thing and a long trip that I only just returned from the other day.

Also wanted to say that I plan to try to make one chapter per cup. It'll be hard since Tammi can't do anything but hopefully with the appearance of her niece, title help.

Anon: I think the term you were talking about was antepartum depression, or description while pregnant. I'm not denying that she is, i'm one hundred percent behind that. Happens to about thirty percent of women who are pregnant and can cause problems later on. You also have to remember that she lost Kaden and is probably going through a grieving period. With three more months to go, we'll have to see what she does and how she acts.

I have been playing with the idea that Jak knows about the baby. At first, I thought he shouldn't know, but now I think that it would be better for everyone.

What do you think?

By the by, I always pictured Jak as a morning person. If not, then someone who can wake up fast.