"Where are you going Kara?" Laura asked stopping abruptly as she entered the living room and saw Kara standing by the door. "Why do you have bags?"

Kara stopped and took a deep breath as easy freedom quickly alluded her.

"Bill!" Laura called towards the kitchen.

"What?" Bill asked throwing a towel over his shoulder as he entered the room. Looking at his wife he followed her gaze to Kara. "What is this?"

"I left a note in my room. I'm going to move in with my Dad," Kara explained maintaining possession of her bag and cat carrier.

"Your father? When did you speak with him? How did you find him? Did you meet with him? Why didn't you tell us? What are you thinking?" Laura rambled off questions as they crossed her mind, shocked by Kara's announcement.

"You guys have been busy. I didn't want to bother you."

"Put your bags in your room Kara," Bill ordered, annoyed by conversation.

"I'm grateful to you guys for taking me in but we all know I can't stay here forever. You guys will be needing the room."

"Kara that is your room," Laura replied as she began to understand where this conversation was coming from.

When Laura and Bill returned from New York they told the kids about her pregnancy. It was a short announcement that didn't provide specifics. Laura didn't want them to know about the risks but she also didn't want them to become invested in the idea of a sibling. As a result, she limited the announcement to stating she was pregnant and due in the spring. The lack of enthusiasm elicited minor comments and few questions from the kids. The only thing they asked about was if they would be moving and Bill informed them that they weren't.

"Are you kicking out the boys? I'm okay with that I guess but it's a little cold."

"No one is going anywhere. Now put your bags down and come here," Bill said sitting down on the coffee table. When Kara remained unmoved Adama insisted. "That was an order, Starbuck."

Reluctantly Kara set down her bag and made her way to the living room. She sat in a chair furthest from the Adamas but was relieved when they both moved to be near her - Bill scooting to the other end of the table and Laura walking over to sit at the edge of the couch.

"First of all you're not going anywhere. If you want to see your father, that's something we can discuss. Although how you got in touch with him in the first place is an entirely separate conversation that we're not going to have right now. Secondly - look at me," Bill said taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to make eye contact. "You're not being replaced."

"Kara," Laura began taking a deep breath and resting her hand on Kara's shoulder. "That is your room do you understand? Nothing and noone will change that"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kara asked her words were barely audible, her head hung low and her hair falling over her face.

Bill looked over at Laura and she shook her head. She had been so distracted by her own concerns, Laura forgot to consider how Kara would respond to her news. Laura always had a special relationship with Kara and telling her about the pregnancy abruptly and with the boys was insensitive.

"I- I didn't - I didn't think it'd make a difference," Laura managed deciding to go with a partial truth. "I should have told you first."

"I didn't talk to my dad." Kara muttered after a brief silence.

Laura let out a sigh of relieve. "Good. because we love you Kara. You're our girl and I'm not ever letting you go without a fight do you understand?"

"Understand?" Bill repeated.

Kara shook her head affirmatively as Laura wrapped her arms around her and Bill embraced them both.

"I can't breath," Kara squeaked out after the extended embrace.

"If we let you go promise not to run off?" Laura asked pressing a kiss against Kara's head.

"Yes."

"Go put that stuff away and wash up for dinner," Bill instructed sitting back on the table and glancing at the cat carrier. "And let Cat out of his cage."

"Okay," Kara replied with a sly smile as she freed her pet and following him as he raced for her room.

"You okay?" Bill asked turning to face his wife.

"I'm fine," Laura said standing up and clenching her fists. "If Socrata doesn't agree to this deal I'll let Brenda deal with her."

"She will. No one wants to deal with Brenda."