No note. Really long italicized parts means flashback. HUGE plot points. 2 of them.

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Garrus had been Primarch for 12 weeks now, everything had been going amazingly, not a single problem had shown up on his desk. Well none except for a drunken bigot throwing beer at the ground outside yelling 'You sick bastard Vakarian, too stupid to sleep with your own race'. Yea, he thought, don't need to tell Sarah about that.

They had bought a house a few days after Garrus's promotion, since they really couldn't go back to Earth or somewhere else like they planned.

The house was beautiful, it was a large house on the outskirts of Cipritine, about 5000 square feet, if Garrus remembered the human measurements right. It was 2 stories, the common areas on the ground floor, and the master bedroom and other bedrooms upstairs. Garrus didn't know why they got a house so big, for just the 2 of them, but Sarah was the house person, he delegated that to her, which she really enjoyed.

He left the office during lunch everyday to meet up with the 12 weeks they had been there, they had found out that whatever the purple blood thing is, it allowed Sarah to not only eat Turian food without worry of anaphylactic shock but she actually gained nutrients from the food.

Garrus had to leave earlier that day, Mordin was coming by because Sarah hadn't been feeling good.

He woke up one night to the sound of Sarah puking her lungs out in the bathroom. He sprung out of bed, worried sick about her. This was the third night in the row she was in the bathroom throwing up when he awoke. He ran to her side, kneeling to see what she needs. She waves him away in between spouts of hacking up bile, she would insist she was fine when she climbed back into bed, but he called Mordin to see why. He sounded intrigued, he thought it might be her adapting to the food. Garrus thought otherwise but who was he to doubt Mordin.

Garrus finished up the message he was sending to General Aqurus about troop deployments. There had been an anomaly, a far as he knew it wasn't anything to worry about, but he was being overly cautious. It's only been half a year since the War had ended, and the Reapers were a surprise to everybody, excluding the crew of the Normandy. The message read 'Deploy a cruiser to scout the area where the anomaly was detected, orders are to report anything of interest back up to High Command.' He stood up and left to leave his office.

He walked out the door and past the secretary. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, sir." She replied back.

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He grabbed his car from the garage next to the Hierarchy High Command building, putting in the autopilot coordinates to fly home.

He arrived only 5 minutes later, landing on the front lawn's landing stepped out, realizing Mordin's transport had already dropped him off.

He walked inside the house, Mordin was pacing around the kitchen mumbling to himself with a glass of green liquid in his hand. Sarah was sitting at the granite countertop, giggling at Mordin's meanderings, drinking a Coke. He walked up to her, she didn't hear because she was enraptured by Mordin's randomness and mumbling. He leaned in front of her and kissed her. She was surprised by him, but recovered quickly and kissed him back, smiling.

"Mordin!" Garrus called, trying to pull Mordin out of his ramblings. His head snapped up at the new voice.

"Garrus, good to see you. You look well, how's the Primarcy? Good, it seems, no apparent signs to duress."

Garrus cocked his head, left mandible hanging limply in surprise and confusion. Sarah burst out laughing at the sight. Mordin turned to Sarah. "Shepard, I got the results from the blood test earlier…"

"What tests?" Garrus interrupted.

"Oh, you didn't know. He took my blood earlier to see if anything was going on disease wise." Garrus nodded, understanding the situation.

They both turned to Mordin, who was glancing at his Omni-Tool, with a very taken-aback look plastered on his face. Sarah and Garrus laughed, but sobered up when the look persisted.

"Mordin, what is it?" They asked simultaneously.

Mordin looked up. "… Shepard… This is amazing… You're pregnant."

"How….how…is that possible." Sarah asked, thinking about pinching herself. Garrus was in just as much disbelief as she was, but didn't say anything. His mandibles were handing at almost a 90 degree angle, which looked painful.

"I have no scientific answer for you, Shepard."

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Garrus, after recovering from his shock, was ecstatic. He was having a child! With the love of his life! Neither had to compromise, they didn't have to do a surrogate birth, they didn't have to adopt. His only hope is that nothing inside her screwed either of them up, her or the child. He couldn't bear anything happening to her again. And if his child died, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Mordin ordered a few more tests, including a ultrasound imaging test, apparently common among human maternal exams. The baby was estimated to be twelve weeks along, putting the date of conception at about the night before he took office. Oh, that was a good night.

The baby was still small, features unrecognizable, curled up inside her womb. It was one of the most beautiful pictures he'd ever seen. Mordin guessed that it would be between a 5 and 9 month period of pregnancy, since that was the time for Turian and Human pregnancies respectively.

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Garrus walked into his office the next morning, to be met with a standing ovation.

"How'd you guys find out?" Garrus asked, all flustered at the sudden attention.

"They're telepathic, idiot…" Solana said, laughing, walking up to him and hugging him.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's your birthday, dummy." Solana said, shaking her head with shame at his memory.

Garrus face palmed himself, how could've he forgotten his own birthday.

His officers, Solana, and himself enjoyed a slice of tort, a classic Turian cake.

He got a call from General Aqurus, who had reported back to him.

"Aqurus, report."

"Sir. We have made it to the anomaly, it's like nothing we've ever seen before. We can't explain it. It looks like an actual tear in the galaxy, we can see a view of a beautiful garden world on the other side. For lack of a better term, I'd call it a portal, So far it's grown from 2 centimeters this morning to about 2.5 now."

"Call a STG team to investigate."

"Yes sir."

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Sorry about the long wait for a short chapter, writer's block. Updates will be less frequent for a few weeks, but ill try to get at least one per week.