It was late at night. Kevin was just finishing up getting ready for bed when he heard noises from the dojo. He put the book he had been reading on the bookshelf and then went to investigate. It had been a busy day for everyone and he thought they were all in bed. He slid the dojo door open and saw Mike beating the crap out of one of the training dummies. The poor human-like object didn't stand a chance. Kevin crossed his arms over his chest and watched, figuring it was safest to wait until Mike was a little calmer before approaching him.

Eventually, Mike gave up and went to the bench to have a drink of water. Kevin cleared his throat, catching the green Ranger's attention.

"You're going to have to show me some of your moves."

Mike shrugged his shoulders, "I thought you were in bed. It's past midnight."

"I was just on my way," Kevin said. "I'm not that anal."

"You used to be," Mike nodded. He made room for Kevin on the bench, "I guess this is where you ask me what's wrong and I say nothing."

"How about we skip that part and just go straight to the part where you tell me what's bothering you."

"How do you know something's bothering me?"

"You're beating on the dummy and I hear your wife's sick in bed. Shouldn't you be by her side?"

Mike groaned. How Kevin was able to criticize him even when he had no idea he was doing it, he would never know, but he was making Mike feel like a bad husband.

"Emily and I disagree on something and she asked for space. I gave it to her. Her wish is my command, apparently."

"So you're a genie now?"

"No."

"What did you disagree on?"

"Nothing."

"You're just fighting for fighting sake? Wow, if that the secret to a long marriage, you should write a book."

"Kevin, it's an issue between us."

"Is she pregnant?"

Mike's jaw almost dropped, but he managed to make his expression one of baffled horror, which Kevin read as a shocking, "Why would you say that?" instead of what it actually was. Mike wanted to say yes. He wanted the Samurai to help him with this current mess, but he and Emily hadn't agreed on that yet. They couldn't even agree on what was best to keep their baby safe.

"Don't even joke," Mike shook his head, "Dude, that's not funny."

"It's kind of funny," Kevin smirked. He loved to tease his little brother. He gave him a pat on the back, "Besides, whatever it is, it can't be as bad as that."

"Yeah," Mike tried to play it cool. He was normally a good liar, but Kevin's comment had thrown him off, "C-Could you imagine Emily being pregnant. This would be terrible timing."

"The worst," Kevin nodded. "I mean, we'd be down a Ranger."

Mike gave a little smile, "What? Why?"

"Seriously? You can't figure that out? How many pregnant Rangers do you see running around? It would be too dangerous. You saw all the shit that happened to Serena when she was pregnant. Add that to the shit Emily gets herself into on a weekly basis, and nothing could ever survive."

"I guess that's a good point," Mike nodded his head, "I doubt she'd go for it, though."

"It's not like she'd have a choice. If Mia was pregnant, I wouldn't let her face a lone Mooger. It's too dangerous," Kevin looked to Mike with a smile, "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, uh…" Mike shrugged his shoulders and got up, "You know, now that I think about it, it's really nothing. She'll win this fight eventually anyways, right? Might as well sleep in my own bed tonight."

"You're learning," Kevin smirked, "The lady is queen, no matter how right we are."

"Thanks, dude," Mike smiled, "You know, you're smarter than you look."

"Thanks, Mike, I'm glad I could… hey, wait a minute!"

Mike laughed to himself as he hurried off to his room. Emily was asleep in bed so Mike slipped by. He would need to take a shower before crawling into bed next to her. With her nausea on high and the pregnancy still new, he had no idea what smells set off her vomiting and wanted to try and avoid as many triggers as he could. He took a quick shower and made sure he smelt fresh when he crawled into bed with her. His movements woke her up.

"I was talking with Kevin," he whispered in her ear, "I know you don't want to hear this from me, but he thinks you should sit out too."

"You told him?" Emily was wide away now and shot up. She looked down at Mike with a harsh glare, "We're not telling people yet, Mike! I just spent the day with Mia and Serena and I didn't say a word to them! To my sisters!"

"Calm down," Mike sat up as well, "I didn't say anything. We just stuck to hypothetically."

"Because that's not suspicious."

"He's clueless, Em, I promise. Do you really think I'd do that to you?"

Emily grabbed her pillow and climbed out of bed, "I'm sleeping on the couch."

"Emily…"

"You're supposed to support me, Mike!"

"It's our kid, Emily. Don't you think I have a right to say what I think about all this?"

"Can't you just leave it alone?" Emily screamed. She slammed the door as she walked out. Mike groaned and fell back into the bed as he wondered where exactly that had gone terribly wrong. In the end, he deemed he had been doomed from the start. The moment the test came back positive.

In the hallway, Emily stomped away from her room, pillow in hand, desperate for somewhere to go. The couches weren't comfortable, and she was already tired and feeling sick from the pregnancy, as well as stressed out and frustrated because of Mike and everything else that had happened. She didn't need sore muscles when she woke up in the morning.

Hugging her pillow to her chest, she quietly opened one of the bedroom doors and poked her head inside. Seeing the residents of the room tucked away in bed, Emily tip-toed over and knelt by the side of the bed.

"Serena," she whispered and hoped her sister would wake up. Serena had never once hesitated to help Emily, no matter the time of day. "Serena, wake up."

Serena rolled over, "Can't it wait? I'm asleep."

"My heart's hurting and I'm really, really scared. Can I sleep with you?"

"Your heart is hurting?" Serena sat up slightly. That wasn't a good sign. Her sister had been sick earlier that day.

"Mike and I got into another fight," Emily nodded, "And I'm scared they're going to get worse and worse."

"Just tell him he's right," Serena grumbled. "Men like to hear they're right."

"Yes, we do," James whispered. It seemed Emily had woken him up.

"Sorry, James."

He lazily lifted a hand, waving to her that all was forgiven as he rolled over to try and sleep again. Serena just looked to Emily.

"What's going on with you, Munchkin?"

Emily shrugged her shoulders, "Can I please sleep here with you? I brought my pillow."

"Climb in," Serena nodded and lifted the blankets. Emily crawled into bed, but instead of laying on the outside, beside Serena, she nestled in between her sister and James, making herself comfortable in the middle.

"I hate you, Emily," James muttered as he was forced to readjust the blankets and get comfortable with less bed space.

"I love you, too," Emily cuddled into her sister's arms, needing to be next to her.

Serena sighed and held her little sister close. She didn't mind Emily crawling into her bed. Not only did it bring back memories of when Emily was just a little girl and would have nightmares, but it was a good feeling having Emily back in her arms, James nearby, and Terran in the room with her. She kissed the top of her sister's head.

"If you ever want to talk, Emy, you know I'll listen. I'll…"

"She's probably asleep," James whispered. Serena looked down and sighed. He was right. She knew he was grinning as he asked her, "What do you say?"

"Lucky guess."

"Wrong. Try again."

"It's predictable."

"One more time."

"You're right."

"That wasn't so hard," James chuckled. He pulled the blanket up to his chin, "Goodnight, Serena."