Okay, so I decided to make this chapter a little more substanial by making it longer, but you'll notice it's in three sections. Don't worry, they're all about the same part of the story so it does kind of make one long chapter..

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CARSON'S POV: (The next morning)

I smiled to myself as I watched John attempt to tie his laces, something that was increasing in difficulty with every passing week. I stood before him, sipping my tea, "I won't judge you for wanting help, you know?" John gritted his teeth, "I CAN DO MY LACES CARSON!"

I stepped back, tidying a few papers that were sprawled across the desk. I heard a heavy sigh and the drop of John back onto the bed. I went over and knelt before him, trying his laces quickly before climbing over his hips and leaning in to kiss his cheek. "You're pregnant, John, something's are going to be a pain in the arse."

"I look pathetic! I can't even do my own laces!" He whined but I kissed him to stop him carrying on. I pulled back with a smile, "I think it's adorable. I think you're the most beautiful thing in the world and I could never believe you were pathetic – I think you've proved it on many occasions." He sighed, relaxing into the bad.

I rolled off and sat on the edge next to him, leaning over to kiss his stomach that was fairly prominent now. "I'll tell you again lass, your Dad is an arse. All this fuss over shoe laces – he won't care when he sees you, how beautiful you are." I felt John's hand stroke at the nape of my neck and I smiled, kissing his stomach once more.

"Are you okay now?" I asked softly and he nodded, he always had unshed tears when I spoke to our daughter, then again, I always talked to her when they were both in need of some comfort.

"Come on, I know all the drama is over but we've still got work to do – but food first." I hauled him up off the bed and took his hand as I took him down to the mess hall.

Once there, I ordered John's usual cheese and jam sandwiches, something that bothered me at first but was so common it didn't affect me anymore. We sat down at the table and were soon joined by both Major Lorne and Captain Harrison who were working on some sort of relationship.

"You helping me out with paperwork, sir?" John nodded with a grimace and I rolled my eyes. "It's not that bad, John, at least the stress is off now." John frowned at me, "I know, but I'm craving to tear up a wraith ship." I shrugged, knowing I couldn't say anything to help his situation.

"How did Carter's meeting go yesterday? Nobody has said anything yet…" John asked, he was right, not even one comment. "It was okay, I guess people are kind of used to being shocked. Radek was a little touchy but that's to be expected, homosexuality is still massively frowned upon where he comes from. Everyone else was just surprised that you were involved with the doc." I couldn't help but blush a little.

"I guess I can cope with that then," He responded as he squeezed my hand under the table gently. "I think Radek will be fine eventually."

"Right, well I really better be off – no doubt there'll be a sprained ankle to entertain my day." I snorted before kissing John's temple gently and stepping away.

JOHN'S POV

At twenty-one hundred, I thought it was about time that I dragged Carson away from the infirmary to join me in this lonely bed. I was wearing sweat pants and a black fitted t-shirt as I made my way down there.

The infirmary was darkened now; the patients that were there were now sleeping. The only real light was coming from Keller's office – the office that Carson mostly used seeing as though he did the majority of the paperwork. I opened the door and looked around, Carson wasn't at the desk, and instead, he was laid in a foetal position on the sofa. Why didn't he just come to bed?

I shook his shoulder a little and watched as he came around, "Hey." He let out, his voice gravelly from sleep. I smiled a little but it faded when I saw his red-rimmed eyes, then I frowned gently at him, "Carson, what's wrong?" I sat beside him once he was upright.

"I need to go back to Earth." He said in barely more than a whisper, "Carson, what's going on? What happened? I brushed his cheek gently, genuinely worried for the man. "My brother; he's in hospital." I gripped his hands tightly in mine, "What happened to him, Carson?" I pleaded, when Carson was in shock he wasn't very forthcoming.

"My father shot him." I gasped, unable to withhold my shock. "What the hell?" Carson looked at me emotionless. "He had a friend from the navy – he was gay – when my father found out he was pissed. Craig defended the guy to my father but he wouldn't have it… my father started calling Craig a fag and telling him he should burn in hell. Then it all went to shit." My blood was boiling – how could a man possibly shoot his own flesh and blood?

"How's your brother now?" Carson sighed and I pulled him into my chest, "Craig is fine, well, as fine as he can be under the circumstances. I need to see him, John." I nodded and kissed the top of his head, "I'll sort it for you, I swear."

After that, I took Carson back to bed and tucked him in, I then went to Carter's office – I knew she wouldn't have left yet and my theory was proved when there was light coming from her office.

I knocked on the door quietly before stepping in and taking a seat. "I take it that it was you that told Carson about his brother." She nodded sadly, "Is there any of you letting me escort him back to Earth for a couple of weeks." She bit her lip in thought.

"Permission granted," She said almost out of the blue, "You've got ten days leave and you gate out directly tomorrow afternoon." She looked at me seriously, "Make sure he's okay John – I don't want to lose anybody else, especially somebody that is as good a person as he is." I nodded, knowing what she meant, but they were all good people.

"I'm just worried he's going to do something stupid." I sighed, rubbing my stomach lightly, my little girl worrying just as much as I was, "I don't want Carson to be within a mile of that son of a bitch." Carter agreed grimly.

"Where's Beckett now?" She asked calmly, "I made him go to bed, he was exhausted." She nodded, "Look after him John and I'll make sure his father is nowhere to be seen. He should be in custody anyway." I flinched as the baby kicked me a little.

Carter smiled at me, "Lorne told me the baby had started kicking." I grinned back, "That's my girl." She looked at me proudly, "A girl?" Obviously that part of the news hadn't reached her ears yet. "Yeah, we found out when we had the scan." She cooed a little. The baby kicked again, a little harder this time and I gasped a little.

"C'mere." I beckoned my boss; I thought it was weird as soon as I had said it. However, she came and sat next to me. I smoothed out my t-shirt and laid her hand flat on my stomach. As soon as it made contact my little girl kicked and I could see the smile on Carter's face. "That's so cute." I chuckled.

After a brief conversation I headed back to our quarters where Carson was vaguely still awake. I slid in beside him and wrapped myself around his back, my arms wrapping around him until my hand was over his heart. "We head out tomorrow and we've got ten days. Carter's making sure your father is kept in custody for the duration." I heard a sniffle and pulled him closer into my embrace.

"I'm taking you home, Carson, but I won't ever leave you there." I reassured him, gently kissing his shoulder. "I never told him." He mumbled but I was confused, "You never told him what exactly?"

"I thought he'd think the same way as my father so I never told him I was gay. I need to thank him for what he did." I breathed in Carson's scent gently, "Yeah, I have a lot to thank him for too." I closed my eyes gently and followed Carson into a deep sleep.

Poor Carson! I never thought he could've been one to bring all the drama! Shocker, eh? But yeah, we're going to delve into all of this :) Surprises ahead :)