"Pull over," Laura whispered as they approached a red light.

"What?" Bill asked curiously looking at his wife.

"Pull over," Laura repeated breathlessly banging her hand against the passenger door.

Bill quickly obeyed Laura's command and parked the car. Immediately Laura rushed away from the vehicle towards the park that sat before them trying desperately to inhale the oxygen missing from her lungs.

"Bend down and put your head between your knees," Bill gently instructed resting his hand on the small of her back.

Uncertainly Laura did as she was told taking deep breaths in and slowly exhaled. After a minute of the exercise she felt that she could breathe again.

"Are you okay?" Bill asked concerned.

"I'm okay. I'm okay," Laura assured remaining bent over. "I just - I really thought he was going to say cancer. I thought it was cancer."

Helping her to the ground Bill sat down behind her and wrapped her up in his arms. "It's not cancer," he affirmed and as if as much for her as for himself he added. "You're perfectly healthy."

"No cancer," Laura repeated closing her eyes hoping to expunge all the memories of the vicious disease.

"It's okay Laura," Bill assured. "You do not have cancer but you know what you do have?"

A grin crept on to Laura's face as she thought instead of the doctors diagnosis and the ultrasound. "Faith." Moving her hands to her stomach she searched the area for change. "I'm pregnant," Laura said looking up at her husband. He already knew but she felt lifted of past burden by telling him herself.

"You are."

"Are you alright with this?" As she was finally able to absorb the news she realized that Bill had been very quiet at the hospital. She also remember that Bill did not have the same experience with Faith as she had. They had spent two days together on Galactica and on Earth he never spoke to her. "I know this isn't the same for you as it is for me. I had time with her that you didn't have. Seeing her at a distance isn't the same as holding her in your arms-"

"How do you know I saw Faith?" Bill interrupted curiously.

Embarrassed by her slip Laura let her hair fall over her face. "Caprica. She projected a memory for me last weekend. I saw you next to me at our cabin watching Faith in the distance. She was running around with flowers. She looked maybe eight."

"What color were the flowers?"

"Yellow," Laura decided after a short pause.

"She was nine. Her flowers were pink when she was eight," Bill said resting his head against her hair and inhaling her scent. "I spent every day on earth waiting for Gauis and Caprica to bring Faith. I tracked the days so I knew approximately each year when she would come. I didn't talk to her," Bill confessed bringing his hand against her abdomen. "I didn't touch her. I didn't dare do anything but watch her because I knew if I got any closer I'd never let her go. She's so much like you. Her smile. She has the best smile. It always reminded me of you before that debate," Bill paused and smiled at the memory. "Everything about her was you - her wavy auburn hair, her almond shaped eyes, the shape of her face, her perfect nose -"

"Perfect nose?"

"Perfect everything," Bill stated kissing her head. "And I couldn't be happier that we're having a baby girl."

"Baby girl," Laura repeated with a grin. "I love you William Adama."

"I love you more Laura."