"Oh my fuckin' god!" Revy screamed out after puking into a toilet. "How much fuckin' longer do I gotta put up with this shit!?"

It had been nearly two weeks that she got the news of her pregnancy. To say she was miserable was an understatement! She and Rock were camping out in the Lagoon office while their shot up apartment got renovated. Balalaika and Chang both put money towards the renovation as a thanks for how well they did during the brief war with Ronny the Jaws.

"According to a few of the books I read, it should end around the time you enter your second trimester," answer Rock, who managed to find a few books in town on pregnancy.

He was holding back Revy's hair while she emptied her stomach, something he was used to doing for her, although typically under much different circumstances.

"Well, when the fuck is that?" she groaned.

"About four to six more weeks," he answered in as comforting a tone as possible.

"Aw, fuck my life!" she exclaimed. "This brat better be fuckin' worth it!"

Once Revy was done puking her guts out, the two made their way back to the couch in the main area of the Lagoon Company. Dutch was having beer while watching TV. Benny was spending more time out with his girlfriend, Jane, while she was still in town.

"Feel better, Rev?" Dutch asked with genuine concern, though keeping his eyes on the TV.

"Yeah, I'll live," she replied. "You don't gotta worry about me, Grandpa Dutchy."

This remark sent a chill up Dutch's spine. Ever since getting the news of becoming parents, Revy (thinking of her boss as a surrogate father) couldn't help referring to him as some kind of grandpa name.

"I really wish you would cut that shit out," Dutch grumbled.

"What? You should be flattered," chucked Revy. "I think you'll be an awesome grandpa."

"How old do you think I am?" Dutch asked incredulously.

"I'm guessin' somewhere between 60 and 100," Revy nonchalantly answered.

"I'm 45, smart-ass," he quipped back, flipping her off.

"Jesus, you look like shit for your age," Revy chuckled. "And I thought black don't crack!"

"Let's see how young you look after you squeeze that kid out," retorted Dutch. "I've seen kids age a parent by 10 years within a few weeks of having them. I was the youngest of 6, ya bet your ass my momma was grey by the time yours truly came around."

"No fuckin' way I'm having more than one," exclaimed Revy. "In fact, Rocky Baby better get himself a vasectomy if he ever wants a piece of this again!"

Rock sank a little in the couch from embarrassment at his wife's remarks. He still wasn't too comfortable with Revy bringing up their sex lives to others.

He instinctively took out a cigarette and was about to light it when Revy shot him a particularly nasty look.

"What?" he asked as the cigarette dangled from his bottom lip.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked angrily.

"Um," he began with a gulp. "Having a cigarette?"

"Are you out of your god damned mind!?" she snapped back, standing up from the couch. "Do you have any fuckin' idea how bad that shit is for the baby!?"

Rock sat there like a deer in headlights. Dutch remained silent, he wasn't even moving.

"But... you've been around people already who were smoking," he pointed out.

"That was before I knew I'd been knocked up by your dumb ass!" she shot back.

She then grabbed him by his shirt collar, their faces inches from each other.

"If you're gonna smoke than you take that shit the fuck outside! You got me!?"

Rock slowly nodded. She then turned her attention to Dutch.

"Same goes for you gramps! Understood!?"

Dutch said nothing, he simply gave a thumbs up.

"Good! Now both of you get your fuckin' asses outside!"

"I wasn't even planning on smoking right now," said Dutch.

"Now!" Revy barked.

Outside, it took both Rock and Dutch a moment to strike up the courage actually light a cigarette.

"Gotta say, that probably could've gone worse," said Dutch, breaking the silence after taking a drag.

"How?" Rock asked with disbelief.

"She didn't have her cutlasses pointed at us," Dutch answered.

"Well that's a low fucking bar," Rock groaned.

The two stood there, smoking their cigarettes for a few minutes without saying anything.

"So," Dutch broke the silence. "Feeling nervous about becoming a dad?"

"I gotta imagine most would be," Rock answered.

"Suppose that's true," replied Dutch. "I guess more specifically, are you nervous about having a kid with Revy?" Rock just gave his boss a dour look, which gave him a chuckle. "Yeah, I can't say I blame you."

"Still, I'm also excited," Rock said with a little smile. "I love Revy and she loves me. This baby will be part of that love." He turned a little red after saying it. "God, that sounds so lame, doesn't it?"

"Maybe just a bit," chucked Dutch. "But it's also sweet."

A week later, Balalaika showed Revy and Rock the big reveal of their renovated apartment.

"Fuck me sideways!" Revy exclaimed in excitement.

The remodel had combined their old place with the next door unit, giving them two separate rooms from their living room and kitchen area. The bathroom had been expanded some too, it now included a larger shower (with a built in bench), as well as a separate tub. The kitchen had newer appliances (the bedroom and living area had their own air conditioning units), and all the furniture looked significantly more comfortable than what they used to have. Their new bedroom had a queen sized mattress and crib for their baby.

"I wasn't expecting this kinda remodel!" Revy exclaimed as she checked out all the new stuff they had.

"Seemed like the least we could do for you," said Balalaika. "Given everything you've done for Hotel Moscow."

"Holy shit! Two fuckin' bedrooms!?" Revy shouted with glee.

"Eventually your kid will want its own living space," Balalaika pointed out. "Plus the two of you will want your own space for when you get... intimate again." She gave Rock a coy smile, knowing it would embarrass him. Sure enough, he turned bright red at her remark.

"This is like, the nicest fuckin' place I've ever lived in!" exclaimed Revy. "I can't believe you did this shit for us, sis! It's so... so beautiful!"

Revy then began to tear up some, much to the surprise of everyone. She then surprised the Russian mob boss with a hug, crying some into her suit jacket. Rock, Dutch, and Benny stood there frozen in shock at this site. Balalaika was definitely not used to this kind of physical contact, but at the same time she knew Revy's emotions were going to be even more random than usual for a while.

"That's... um... very kind of you, Two Hands," Balalaika nervously said, patting Revy's head a little.

"None of you assholes better be getting any nasty thoughts over this!" Revy shouted to her coworkers, giving them all a nasty look.

Rock pinched the bridge of nose. "This is going to be a long pregnancy!"

AN: I'm so sorry for the delay! Being quarantined in my house for over a month has made it hard to focus on much. I will do my very best to get another chapter out ASAP! Thank you all for your patience!