Cammie POV

I looked up at her, disbelief on my face. Less than 2 weeks ago, she was standing in the Dining Hall, insulting Bex. She seriously had guts. Bex started, getting up and heading towards the door, Grant trailing behind her, watching carefully.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she growled menacingly, eyes flashing. Grant placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her there.

I felt that something was going to unfold. I sprang forward, waddling towards them. Everyone's eyes were watching. Didn't Tina know not to mess with a pregnant woman? Everyone stared, not knowing what to do.

"Well if it isn't 'Juno' and the girl that sips tea, nice to see you two here." Bex glared, saying something smart.

"The mental ward is on the next floor. I think you've got the wrong one." I smirked at my best friend's quirk, seeing Tina grow visibly annoyed. If there was a fist fight, Bex would win hands down.

Tina's face curled up in an unpleasant sneer and she advanced towards Bex.

"Your new Blackthorne boy should be getting treated right now." Bex continued, seemingly very interesting in the way Tina's muscles tensed up. "Especially with all the STI's you've given him." Bex sneered. Somehow, her sneer made her look even more beautiful. That comment did it. Tina stalked up to Bex and tried to slap her, her hand flying through the air like a whip. Bex caught it just as it was about to touch her, twisting it around and pinning it to Tina's back. She screamed in pain.

Bex smirked and let go. I've got to give Tina credit; she was a fighter. Tina went for a cheap punch right as Bex caught her hand, pulling her down onto the floor, her foot pressing on Tina's back. The door behind us burst open, Solomon suddenly appearing.

Everybody froze.

Bex POV

My anger was boiling. Seriously. I removed my foot from Tina's back and stepped away, attempting to remain cool under the influence of Solomon. Tina smirked at me, looking like she'd just won the battle, and the rest of my control slipped away. I hardly took one step before my arms were pinned by Solomon. I was pushing forward, speaking accusingly.

"Let. Me. GO!" I gasped. "She's done it! I've had it up to here with her!"

"Calm down, Bex." Grant said, taking me from Solomon. I obliged, deciding not to fight someone when a trained ex-spy/assassinator was near. I walked over to the bed, pulling Cammie with me. She stood there, still frozen. Solomon nodded at Zach as he glared at Tina. She recoiled, the smirk wiping off her face in a matter of milliseconds. Zach picked her up, literally dragged her to the door, and threw her out. Whoa. Zach just threw someone out of the room.

He turned around to meet the stares of everyone around him. "What?"

"Um…besides the fact that you're a student and you've just thrown another student out of the room, and that's totally just ignoring the rule on section C, line 138 of the Gallagher Academy handbook, then…nothing." Liz squeaked. Solomon looked at her with amusement in his eyes. Zach just stared.

"I though the Gallagher Academy handbook was classified?" Grant asked. Liz just shrugged like she didn't know where she found it, which might have been truly, since Liz has like…3 brains in her head. We all laughed and I turned to Grant, sitting in his lap.

There was a pounding on the door and we all looked at it. Judging from the shadow seeping through the little crack in the door, then it fit the form of Tina Walters perfectly. Zach sighed and walked over to the door, opening it, closing it, and then locking the door. I wonder what he did to Tina, because I could hear the footsteps retreating.

Cammie POV

I stared at Zach. Zach stared at me. We stared at each other. Well, you get the point. I gave up with all the silence and walked over to wrap my arms around Zach, our problems forgotten. I nuzzled his neck just as his arms circled my waist. I faintly heard the others leave the room.

"I love you, Cam." He said, pressing his lips to my temple. I grinned and leaned up to kiss him. When he pulled away, he continued, "I won't ever let anything happen to you. I'll protect you until the very end." I smiled and kissed him once more.

"I love you, too." He smiled, his hand moving to my stomach. "But what's with the speech? You never usually open up like this." He shrugged, brushing my hair back.

"I'm not sure. I had a feeling I should tell you this." He said, brushing a strand of stray hair behind my ear. His eyes were flashing, a few tears in them. Wait. Why was Zach crying?

"Why are you crying?" I asked, wiping a tear away.

"I have a feeling something bad is going to happen." I sighed and walked over to the bed and sat down.

"What if something does happen to me? Would you take care of the baby for me? For us?" Zach looked hesitant. I rubbed my stomach affectionately. Zach walked over and lifted my face, holding my chin so that I couldn't look away.

"Why are you saying that? You're going to be fine. It's just some feeling I have, alright? It has nothing to do with the baby, or us." He let go of my chin and looked away.

"But you still haven't answered my question. Would you look after the baby if something bad happens to me?" I asked. He stared at me, his eyes drilling a hole in the middle of my face.

"I promise." He said, cautious but firm. I smiled and pulled him down for a kiss, just as I felt a little shove in my stomach. I gasped. "What? What is it?" He asked. I smiled and pointed to my stomach.

"Just a kick." Zach's eyes brightened and he knelt down so that he was eye-level with the baby.

"Hi there, little fellow." He said, rubbing it affectionately. "It's daddy here." I smiled at the scene, the one where Zach was looking like he wasn't hiding anything. Like nothing bad was going to happen.

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"Ms Morgan?" I waddled out of the bathroom to meet a doctor, brand new, but nice looking. I stopped and looked at her. She had a beautiful face, with a few brown locks flowing down her back, the rest in a bun. Her lashes were long, and she was perfect. Almost.

She limped over to me and shook my hand. I could feel the callousness of her fingers against my skin. Her handshake was too strong for my taste. I returned her handshake and smiled warmly at her. She looked too…knowing.

Spy.

"You're…one?" She nodded. I grinned. Wow. Few spies were doctors.

"Well, Ms Morgan. You'll have to come with me. It's time for your check up." I was confused, but followed her anyway. We walked down the hallway, her chatting about something random about childbirth and how to love through it. Seems like the best thing to do is to have someone you trust next to you.

"The best way to look after your child, seeing as your occupation is something that prevents it, is to have no secrets between you two." She finished, walking with an impassive face on.

That left me thinking. That's not possible right? We were spies, and spies always have secrets no matter what. Whether they're classified, or just personal, every single spy has at least one secret they couldn't/wouldn't share.

"Well, Ms Morgan." She said.

"Call me Cammie." I corrected. She nodded, smiling a little and led me to a small bed on the side of the room. She closed the door behind us.

"So…Cammie. Can you please lie down? We just have to finalise something about the baby." I lay down and closed my eyes, wondering what was going to happen to me and Zach after this. I sighed, and then clutched my stomach as another kick vibrated through my body. The doctor, err, spy, steadied me, and rubbed the cold gel onto my bulging stomach.

"Close your eyes." She ordered, and I obeyed. You should know better than to get on a spy's bad side. She moved the weird instrument-thing around my stomach, making small notes on the clipboard next to the bed. "Do you want to see your baby?"

I nodded and she carefully lifted the bed up into a half-sitting position. I looked at the screen, at my baby, at my future. "Wow." I said.

"Would you like to know the sex?" She asked, looking at her clipboard.

I thought about it. Wouldn't it be better if we just kept the sex a secret? That it would be more surprising and anticipating if we waited until the birth of the child. I bit my lip and shook my head. "No thanks, I'd rather wait until the birth." She nodded carefully and turned the machine off, helping me get up from the bed.

"Thanks." I said. She smiled, her eyes warm and kind.

"No problem. It was a pleasure helping you. Your…child is fit and healthy. He'll be due in probably…3 weeks?" I nodded and she laughed, guiding me back to my room before she closed the door behind me loudly.

I sighed and fell on the bed. On the way back, the nurse had broken the news to me. The news I could never, ever give to Zach. Or else he'd tell her to lose the child. I lay my head on the pillow and flicked through the 'How to handle a child' booklet one of the nurses had left there on the table. I had memorised almost every single word now.

The door opened and Zach came in, closing the door shut behind him quietly. He walked over and kissed my lips, setting a small bag on the table and sat on the bed.

"Hey." I said, smiling.

"Hi." He smiled at me, and for once I saw the dark purple bruises under his eyes, the way his eyelids almost drooped. I could see the stress lines showing on his face, and the tired slump he used when he walked. I stared at him in horror and disbelief.

"Have you been sleeping, Zach?" I asked. He nodded, and then changing his mind, shook his head, face-palming himself. I ran my hands through his hair, admiring the way they tangled through my fingers.

"Why haven't you been sleeping?" I asked accusingly.

"I'm sorry, Cammie. It's just been a really stressful 8 months for me." He smiled tightly and I sat up, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. It's been stressful for me too."

"I can tell." He laughed softly and turned away, looking at the TV. "Has anyone been in here since I left yesterday?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Umm…no?" I said, making it sound like a question. His eyes narrowed as he walked over to the TV and reached on top of it to catch hold of a bug stuck there. I looked on with wide eyes as Zach squished the bug between his hands and threw it out the door.

"Someone's been in here. While you're sleeping or someplace else, but I don't know why." He paced the length of the room, and back, making my headache get worse. I grabbed the glass of water the spy-woman/nurse had put there before and gulped it down.

My headache only got worse.

I breathed deeply as my breath quickened, the need for oxygen more than it had ever been. Zach stopped his pacing and looked at me, surprise in his eyes. The headache had spread around my body now, making it hard for me to use. My stomach contracted painfully and I screamed out loud, trying to get my hands to move so that I could cradle him/her.

My cries were getting louder now, and I vaguely sensed the doctors bursting through the room, pulling me away from Zach and into the emergency room.

I blacked out as soon as the oxygen was placed over my head.

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