"This is not the place to be talking about this, North," Emma snarled quietly at her husband.

"I wasn't the one who brought it up," he growled back as he steered her away from the UNSC officials they had been talking to moments prior. He had excused them when conversation had turned towards the approaching trial, knowing his wife's lack of enthusiasm towards the discussion. "Don't get angry at me for sweeping in to rescue you from having to talk about it."

Emma crossed her arms grumpily as he steered her to where York and Carolina were standing. York smirked at North, "Now what'd you do?"

"I rescued my wife," North shrugged. "I'm going to go see if I can grab her a drink."

"I don't need a drink," Emma rolled her eyes.

"Yes you do," North kissed the side of her head. "Be right back."

Emma watched him go before turning back to Carolina and York, "I don't need a drink…"

"I think North may be right in this case," Carolina gave her a look of sympathy. "I'm sorry you're being badgered about it."

"It is what it is," Emma huffed. She glanced around and took note of where Wash was chatting with people none of them knew. "Any idea how he's doing?"

"Missy's rescuing him when she needs to," York answered. "She's got a good eye on him, that's for sure."

"And if she doesn't, Diaz does," Carolina smirked nodding in the direction where Ross and Diaz were standing with Miller and a few of the other junior agents and recruits.

"See, and you wanted to skip out on the daring rescues at political events training," York smirked kissing the side of her head.

"Is it a political event when it's a funeral?" she asked patting him on the chest, a bracelet sparkling a bit against the lights from the movement.

Emma grabbed her wrist so she could look at it, "Sparkly."

"Thank you," Carolina smiled. " York got it for me."

"All by himself?" Emma smirked at her brother.

"Yes, all by myself," York rolled his eye. "I know what my wife likes."

"Why the different stones? They colors don't seem to make sense," Emma asked. "It's beautiful regardless."

"Ally and Tyler's birthstones," Carolina answered.

"And yours and mine," York added. "Not to mention the month we met in, the month I knew you were the one-"

"I think Emma gets the point dear," Carolina rolled her eyes.

"Yea, you're a giant sap," Emma chuckled. "Brother dear, you have excellent tastes."

"Not mine that matter," he wrapped an arm around Carolina.

"Did you and North do anything special for your anniversary?" Carolina asked.

"Just a nice quiet night at home," Emma answered. "All I wanted really. We talked about going out, but it was definitely much nicer staying in and spending it with Ollie."

"Can't say I would have disagreed with you on that idea," Carolina smirked glancing at York.

"Oh you enjoyed yourself, you said so yourself," York chuckled. He looked up as Wash appeared to be accompanying North back. "Hey man, how goes it?"

"Almost over," Wash sighed running a hand over the back of his neck. "I hate these things."

"We can tell," Carolina replied.

"It was a beautiful tribute to your sister," Emma said taking the glass North had brought back for her.

"Khaza, Kole and Tash get all the credit," Wash replied. "I just showed up."

"I'm glad Daisy was able to get herself here," Carolina said. "Even if it was just for the ceremony."

"Yea," Wash sighed. "Tash and Mila are going over when they leave."

"Are you going with them?" Carolina asked. He shook his head. "Why not?"

"She doesn't want to see me," Wash shrugged. "When she's calmed down a bit more, then I will go talk to her."

"Why wouldn't she want to see you?" Emma asked. Wash shrugged again.

"My guess would be because she looks up to him and feels like she disappointed him by so easily being controlled like that," York suggested.

"You think she's ashamed of herself?" North asked.

"Well yea," York replied. "She saw everything happen and had no control over it, putting Missy in danger and killing her own mother."

"Give her some time," Carolina gave Wash a reassuring smile. He nodded his head.

North looked around, a confused look on his face, "Has anyone seen South lately?"

"She and Locus left right after the ceremony," Wash answered. "If you haven't noticed, there are quite a bit of UNSC officials in attendance. Locus didn't want to cause any unnecessary issues."

"Ah, yea. Got it," North nodded.

"We should go out tonight," York suggested suddenly. They all turned to look at him. "Just in the sake of relaxing Wash some more."

"Thanks York, but I'm alright," Wash shook his head. "Tired more than anything."

"Besides, we have the kids to think about," Carolina reminded him.

"Mum and Pops got them," York waved a hand.

"You'll be gone next weekend on a drinking extravaganza," Carolina replied. "Wash can get more than relaxed next weekend."

"But it's now that matters," York argued grinning at her.

"Wash?" Carolina raised an eyebrow at him.

"I just want to go home and relax," Wash scratched his head before arms snaked around him. He smirked before reaching behind with the hand he had used to scratch and brought Ross around, keeping an arm around her. "Preferably with this one, but someone has other plans."

"You can come with us," Ross replied.

"Or you can just come home," he countered.

"I already told Daisy I was going to visit," Ross shook her head. "Plus, Tasha wants to sit down and talk with her since there wasn't time during the ceremony. Again, you can come with us. Ash is coming and Felicity might be coming with as well."

"She doesn't want to see me, you know this," Wash rolled his eyes.

"Again, I call bullshit, but that's ok," Ross sighed.

"How are you feeling?" Carolina asked cutting in before Wash could argue.

Ross put a hand on her stomach, "Alright I guess. Tired."

"Catch up on your sleep now, it does not get any better," Emma chuckled. "Feel her moving around a lot?"

"Yea, a bit," Ross smiled. "Wash can feel her now."

"Ain't it the coolest feeling in the world?" York leaned over to ask Wash.

"It's something else, that's for sure," Wash sighed.

"Dinner our place tomorrow?" Emma asked looking between everyone. "Kids included of course."

"Works for us," Carolina answered.

Wash looked down at Ross who nodded, "Yea, sure."

"Great. Now," Emma reached out to give him a hug, "North and I should get going to pick up Oliver. We'll see you tomorrow."

North shook hands with York and Wash as Emma said goodbye and walked off to go find Khaza who was with Wash's sister. He sighed, "Sorry. A few of the UNSC officials that we talked to wanted to talk to her about her father's trial coming up."

"Say no more," Wash gave a way. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"You ok?" Miller asked as she stood with Ross while Tasha and Zubkov sat waiting in chairs around the table in the visitor lounge. They were waiting for the nurses to bring Preston for the last few minutes.

"I couldn't sit anymore. Sorry," Ross sighed rubbing her arms.

"It's alright. Just checking on you. You look super tired."

"I am, but I can wait until I get home," Ross replied.

"And little jellybean is ok?"

"Jabbed me in the kidney a little bit ago, so yea," Ross looked at her funny. "What's with the twenty questions?"

"Just checking in," Miller put her hands up defensively.

Ross gave her a suspicious look and was about to say something when the nurse finally opened the door and walked Preston in. Preston looked around at them before giving an awkward wave. Ross waited for Zubkov to hurry over to hug her before getting one herself.

"I hope you don't mind that Felicity came with," Ross said as Miller said hello next. "Apparently I'm allowed no where by myself."

"Not at all," Preston shook her head as Miller made a face at Ross. She gave a nervous look over at Tasha who hadn't gotten up yet.

"Oh, this is your Aunt Tasha," Ross said as they walked over. Tasha stood up, wiping her hands on her pants. "Tasha, this is Daisy."

"Sorry we couldn't be properly introduced earlier," Tasha said holding out a hand. Preston took it tentatively before being pulled in for a hug. After a second, Preston reached up to return the hug, squeezing her eyes shut as tears started leaking out. "Shh, shh, it's ok. God, you look just like your mom."

"I'm sorry," Preston said into her shoulder.

"Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart," Tasha pulled away and put both her hands on Preston's face so she could look at her. "It was an uncontrollable situation. It's not your fault. No one blames you."

"I…I know," Preston took a shaky breath. She wiped her face. "My head just won't shut up and keeps replaying it and making me see it and telling me that there was something I could have done to stop it-"

"Daisy, stop," Ross put a hand on her arm. "That's why you have all of us to help."

"Mila's right," Zubkov nodded. "No one's blaming you."

"Knowing my sister, she wouldn't blame you either," Tasha said pushing a piece of Preston's short hair back.

"She didn't," Ross said. "I told you she knew it wasn't you that did it."

"That still doesn't stop my head from screwing with me," Preston grumbled. "...How's Uncle-sir?"

"Tired, but he's doing ok," Ross replied as they all sat down.

"He's not mad-"

"No for the umpteenth time," Ross replied. "He is not mad at you. Just like the rest of us, he knows it wasn't you. He's just as concerned about you as the rest of us."

"Oh…sorry. I thought since he hasn't come to talk to me…never mind."

Ross made a noise, "He's got it in his head that you don't want to see him."

"Oh…"

"Do you want to see him?" Ross asked raising an eyebrow at her. Preston shrugged.

"Daisy," Zubkov sighed taking Preston's hand.

"Don't," Preston looked at her, pulling her hand away carefully and sitting down in one of the chairs. They all watched her, making her shift in the chair before glancing at Zubkov and away. "Sorry…"

"Well, I was expecting worse," Tasha sighed as they walked back towards the house. It was just the two of them. Zubkov was sticking around a bit more and Diaz had, to Ross's relief, stolen Miller away for a surprise dinner.

"Still not good," Ross shrugged.

"When are they releasing her?"

"Hopefully in few days."

"Maybe she can come stay with me and the boys," Tasha replied.

"The house is already bursting at the seams," Ross gave her a confused look. "I know Wash cares about her, but-"

"No, I know and you and Wash need your space so you can get ready for the little one," Tasha replied. "I'm talking about renting a house for a few months. I want to stay until the baby comes. I've already looked in to doing some classes at the school district here."

"What about your husband?" Ross asked.

"We've been getting on each other's nerves for a while now…a little time apart will either fix it or finish it," Tasha shrugged. "He knew what my intentions were when we left."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize."

"It's alright. Anyway, I think the hustle and bustle of a full house might help her to get back to somewhat normalcy."

"I think it would be a good suggestion for her," Ross nodded in approval.

"I also think that she should probably take a break from the Facility for a while," Tasha continued. "Not permanently. Just until she's back on her feet more."

"Might also be a good suggestion," Ross nodded. "That's a conversation for you to bring up to her as well as Carolina and Wash."

"Oh definitely," Tasha nodded as they walked up to the front door of the house. Ross opened the door for them to see Tommy and Martin sitting on the couch playing a video game on the television. "Hey boys."

"Hi Mom, hi Aunt Mila," they both greeted.

"Where's Peter?" Tasha asked not seeing the youngest in the room. "And where's your Uncle?"

"They're upstairs," Tommy answered. "And dad called. He didn't realize the funeral was today though."

"Got it. Am I to call him?"

"He said he'll try again tomorrow," Tommy sighed.

Ross motioned that she was going to go upstairs to check on Wash and Peter as well as change. When she got her bedroom, she didn't expect to see the two asleep on the bed. Peter was snuggled on Wash's chest while Wash an arm around him to keep him in place. Both appeared to be sound asleep. She walked around to her dresser to grab the pair of yoga pants she'd been wearing since her jeans got too tight and a t-shirt.

"Hi Aun' Miya…" Peter whispered. She turned to see Peter watching her. Wash was still asleep.

"Hi," she whispered back. "You keeping an eye on Uncle Wash?" He nodded as he reached up to put his thumb in his mouth. "That a boy. I'm going to go change quick." He nodded as he sucked his thumb and closed his eyes. Ross smiled before heading to the bathroom to change her clothes before walking back in. Peter opened his eyes before shimmying carefully off of Wash's chest and off the bed. "Mom's downstairs."

"Kay," he said before leaving the room.

Ross crawled on to the bed and shimmied up against Wash who stirred for the first time once se wrapped an arm around his waist. He let out a sigh, "Hi…"

"Hey," she grinned up at him. "How'd you know it was me?"

"I know there aren't many things you're bigger than, but a four year old isn't one of them," he sighed.

"How long have you been sleeping?" she asked after giving a soft chuckle.

"Not sure how long. What time is it?"

"Almost six."

"Two hours," he sighed reaching up to rub his face before wrapping both arms around her and rolling on to his side. "How was your visit?"

It was Ross's turn to sigh, "Do me a favor?"

"What kind of favor…?"

"Please go see her," Ross said looking up at him. He went to respond when she cut him off. "She thinks you hate her because you haven't been to visit. She let that slip today. Please? For me?"

Wash went quiet for a moment before moving a hand down to her stomach. He looked up after a minute, "I can try I suppose."

"Monday?"

"Can't Monday," he shook his head. "They're bringing Maine by to get settled in the dorm we prepared for him."

"Right. Tuesday then?"

"I can go by Tuesday," he sighed. "If she's still in."

"She'll still be in. I talked to one of the nurses. While better, they don't trust her on her own yet. There's times they still need to sedate her."

"Ah."

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really, but you should go eat."

"I can do that," she said as she felt the baby kick. She looked at Wash to see a small smile on his face.

"Seems like our girl is hungry too."

"Or she was just saying hi to her daddy," Ross said leaning closer to kiss him. They heard tiny footsteps in the hallway before they came in to the room and a small body pounced onto the bed. "Peter's back."

"Mommy said food in thirty."

"We'll be down shortly," Ross chuckled.

"Kay!" Peter exclaimed before bouncing back off the bed and hurrying to the door.

"Is that what we get to look forward to?" Wash smirked.

"Oh yes, but so worth it," Ross smiled leaning forward to kiss him again.