A/N: Okay, here's the next chapter. And since a reviewer brought up a good comment, if my use of present/past tense change annoys the hell out of anyone, please tell me and I'll change it. But usually I have a reason for writing the way I do…so I might not be able to change it, but if it really annoys someone, besides the reviewer, I'll do it.

At the airport in DC, it's about eight in the evening and Tempe is walking towards the pick-up point when she sees Angela and she smiles brightly.

"Angela." Tempe says as she is enveloped in a firm embrace.

"Sweetie. How was it?"

"It was fine. We got a lot done and it was so nice to spend time with Seeley." Tempe says as they're walking to the car. Angela just smiles and nods.

"Let's go catch up. My treat." Angela said. Tempe nodded and Angela ended up driving them to a bar. Tempe is apprehensive, but goes in regardless. The two of them take a seat in a corner of the bar and a man comes over to their table.

"Two apple martinis." Angela says to him.

"Angela, I'm not drinking." Tempe said when he walked away.

"What are you talking about? Of course you are. It's our first time to really talk in forever and we need alcohol!"

"No, Ange, seriously. I can't drink. It's bad for me." Tempe says, her hands instinctually wrapping around her stomach under the table.

"What are you talking about, Sweetie?" Angela asks, cocking her head to one side.

"I'm pregnant, Ange." Ange is silent for a minute and then she places her hand over Tempe's that is now on the table and smiles.

"Sweetie, that is so great." Ange said.

"I'm glad you think so. We're very excited."

"I imagine you would be." She said, with that look in her eye about last time. Tempe looked down at her lap.

"Sweetie…this one will work out. You've already made it to…what?" Ange inquired.

"Four months and a little bit."

"See? Only one more month and you're solid. You're having this baby." Ange said with a full-wattage smile. Tempe nodded in return and they spent the next two hours catching up and laughing. As Ange dropped Tempe off…

"Take care of yourself, Sweetie."

"I will." Tempe said and disappeared inside their place, locking up securely and going straight to bed.

The next morning, Tempe wakes up and instantly bolts to the bathroom, just making it. At a break, the house phone rings and she stumbles out to answer it.

"Hello?" She says slowly.

"Hey sweetheart." Seeley's voice says over the line. She is about to reply when a very threatening wave of nausea passes through her and she runs to the bathroom, practically throwing the phone down.

Five minutes later…

"Seeley? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here."

"Good. I had practically thrown the phone, along with everything I ate last night."

"I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you too. I miss you already."

"I know. I miss you too. If we both keep busy, it will go fast though."

"Yes."

"I don't want you to work too hard."

"Seeley…" She said in a warning tone.

"Just hear me out."

"Okay."

"You have the tendency to overwork and not eat. You can't do that now."

"I know. I'm going to do everything right. And Ange knows, so she'll keep close eye on me, as will the rest of the team when they find out."

"Good. Look, I have to go. Just wanted to make sure you were home and fine."

"I am."

"Okay. I will talk to you soon."

"Okay. Love you, so much."

"Love you too." He said and got off the phone with a sigh and rubs his face with his hands.

Two months later…Tempe just enters the house at a waddle as the phone rings. She just makes it on the fourth ring.

"Hey Sweetheart." His voice says over the line. A smile lights up her face and the baby kicks, as if knowing the father is near.

"Hey."

"How's everything?"

"Great. I'm working part-time and the baby is healthy and growing perfectly."

"That is so great. I love all the pictures you sent."

"I'm glad. You needed to be a part of this."

"I wanted to be a part of this." He corrected lightly.

"I know." She said with a sigh as the baby shifted and kicked.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course. The baby is just moving and kicking a lot while I'm on the phone with you."

"Oh. I wish I could feel that."

"You will; in just a month and a half more. The doctor is confident I will make it to my due date, so you don't have to worry."

"Great. Okay, I have to go again. I love you so much."

"I know. I love you too."

"Bye." They said in unison and hung up. He sighed when he got off the phone. He wasn't about to tell her that he had almost gotten killed two days ago. He would tell her after the baby is born; he wants no undue stress placed on her to risk the health of both the baby and Temperance when she couldn't do a damn thing anyway.

A month and a half later…Temperance slowly opens her eyes to the sun shining into the room and onto her face. She instinctually places her hand on her belly.

"Morning baby. Daddy comes home today." She whispered, feeling the baby kick.

"Seeley comes home today." She whispered, and then smiled a smile that would light up the world. She got up to get ready, doing everything slower than usual and drove to the airport.

While waiting, she talks to the baby.

"I know you haven't met your Daddy. But he's a very incredible man and I love him so much. He loves you with all of his heart even though he hasn't felt you move or anything. But he will and will take advantage of it every chance he gets until the moment you're actually in our arms. He's the love of my life and I hope that you can find that one day too." She whispers, rubbing casually, and then feels two hands slide over hers that are on her belly.

"I hope our baby does too." He whispers in her ear. Tears leak out of her eyes and she turns to him, meeting his lips with hers, their baby between them.

A/N: I thought about continuing this, since I already have it started...but this seemed like such a good ending for this chapter, that I decided the stuff I have down will start the next chapter. Which hopefully should be up this weekend. Now, I don't know if it will, but I promise to try. Please review if you have the chance. I love any positives or constructive criticisms.