Here it is! The final chapter of When Hell Breaks Loose. I want to take a second and thank everyone who has reviewed, alerted or favorited this story. You guys are absolutely amazing! It's been a lot of fun, and I'm a bit sad to be ending my first full length Burn Notice story. But I'm only getting started. Thanks, everyone, and enjoy the last chapter of When Hell Breaks Loose!

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"All I'm saying is that I think it's cute!"

Michael's cobalt eyes widened, and before he could tell Sam to shut up, a water bottle flew threw the air and whizzed past Sam's ear, narrowly missing him.

Sam spun around and glared at Fiona, who was sitting on the edge of the bed she shared with Michael. There was another bottle in her hand. "Hey, Missy, I didn't mean anything by it! I just think you're adorable with that big belly poking out!"

"Sam…" Michael shook his head and slid out of his seat, hurrying over to the bed to calm down Fiona before she hurt someone.

"What?"

Without hesitation, Michael sat down beside her. Then he gently pried the bottle out of her hand before drawing her into his arms. She was seven months pregnant, and lately everything had been setting her off to the point of violence. He quickly learned her triggers and how to defuse them, and it came in handy quite often.

Fiona briefly struggled against his grip, but it was only a token resistance. She quickly settled against his bare chest and rested her head in the crook of his neck. Her hand came up and she traced her fingertips along the recently healed scars. After being shot a second time by Jesse, Michael had been touch and go for days. Amanda stayed with them at the loft, monitoring his condition carefully. He had lost a substantial amount of blood, and Fiona had ended up giving Michael some of her own blood. From the time he was brought back to the loft until Amanda declared that he was out of danger, Fiona had not even left his side. And when she gave him her blood, she curled up beside him in the bed and held his hand. She felt utterly helpless, but Sam felt even worse.

Eventually Amanda had declared Michael to be out of the woods, and the day after, he opened his eyes and whispered Fiona's name. That was the moment when both Sam and Fiona knew he was going to be okay.

"Fi?" Michael ran his fingers through her thick hair. "You okay?"

She nuzzled his neck. "Yeah. I'm okay."

His hand drifted down and settled on her swollen belly. "Good." His baby girl kicked at his hand, and he grinned.

Fiona chuckled. "He's saying hello."

"No, she's saying hello," he corrected with a grin. Fiona insisted on being surprised, so she turned down the opportunity to find out the baby's sex at the last ultrasound. But since then, she had been insistent that she was carrying a boy. Michael was convinced that the baby inside of her was a girl. Everyone had assumed that he was hoping for a boy, but Sam and Fiona knew otherwise. He wanted a little girl with Fiona's eyes and smile, a little girl for him to spoil and protect from the world.

With a growl, she smacked his chest. She pulled back again, and Michael grabbed her wrist gently and kissed her forehead.

Sam got up, shaking his head as Michael's hand slid under Fiona's shirt. "Okay, I get it. I know where I'm not wanted." He took off toward the door, laughing.

Fiona started to struggle, but Michael held her tight until the front door closed and Sam was gone. Then he let her go, fully expecting her to hit him or at the very least shove him away and get up. He was surprised when she curled up closer to him and slid an arm around his waist. "Fi?"

Her hand ran lightly over his back. "I'm…nervous, Michael."

"Why?"

"In less than eight weeks, we're going to have a baby. We're going to have this tiny person who will be completely dependent on us to take care of him and love him."

He understood that. As brave as he was, as careful and as strong as he was, when it came to the child growing inside of Fiona, he was utterly terrified. "As long as I have you, Fi," he whispered against her hair, "I know everything's going to be okay." As long as she was right there in his arms, and they were a family, everything else would work out. He had faith in that.

She smiled at the confidence in his voice. "You really think so, Michael?"

"Of course I do."

She nodded, hugging him even tighter. "Hey…"

"Hmm?"

Her fingers trailed lightly up and down his spine. "Why don't we do some…connecting?"

The corners of his mouth turned up in a wicked grin. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She squeaked when he suddenly pinned her against the mattress with his bigger body.

His grin widened, and he couldn't resist trailing his lips along the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder.

Finally she'd had enough, and she caught his face in her hands. Then she brought his head up to hers and pressed her lips tightly against his.

As he deepened the kiss, he was caught off guard when their child kicked him. He broke the kiss. "Hey…"

Fiona gave him an odd look. "What?"

"She kicked me."

She sighed. "Michael, get it right. He kicked you."

Smirking, he scooted down until he could see her abdomen. Then he rested his head against the spot where his child grew within her. "Hi in there. I'm your daddy." He placed his hand against the side of her abdomen.

Fiona watched him with a smile. "You're going to make a great dad, Michael."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. Now get your ass back up here and kiss me."

"Yes, dear." He kissed her stomach again, then stretched out beside her and drew her into his arms.

They didn't make it out of bed for the rest of the day.

Fin.

A/N: Aww. Hopefully that wasn't too mushy. Hehehe. Again, thank you everyone for reading, and I really hope you all enjoyed this. See you all again soon, and happy reading!