Lu went straight to Andy's office after her shift was over. Her partner was perched on the edge of the big desk, waiting for her.

"Look, Andy, I appreciate this and all, but I don't want to take up too much of your time-" Lu began.

"Don't worry, Delgado; I'm not your doctor, I won't examine you." Andy interrupted. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions, that's all."

Lu relaxed, and sat down in the chair Andy pulled out for her.

Andy took her seat behind the desk. "First off, what are your symptoms?"

Lu shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Nausea. Lightheadedness. That kind of thing."

Andy moved on to the next question. "How long have you been having these symptoms?"

Lu's forehead wrinkled as she tried to remember exactly when it had started. "A couple days?" she guessed.

"And before this, had there been any change in eating habits, sleeping habits, anything like that?" Andy asked.

"If by sleeping habits you mean who I'm sleeping with," Lu started, blushing slightly, "then yes."

Andy considered this. "Have you been using protection?"

"For the most part, yeah." Lu answered. Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Andy, what's today's date?"

"The tenth." Andy replied. "Why? Lu, are you-"

"Late." Lu finished quietly.

Andy sat back. "Delgado, I think we've just pinpointed the problem."

Lu rested her head on one hand, thinking. She couldn't be. Or... could she? She rubbed her forehead, suddenly remembering Andy was there. "Um, thanks." she said again, her voice still hushed from shock. "I, um, I have to go, Marc's at home, but thanks again, Andy."

Andy got up to walk her partner out. Lu didn't even notice. She moved swiftly to her car, trying to wrap her mind around the possibilities. When she was in her car, Lu forced herself to calm down. Taking a breath, she jammed the key into the ignition, and pulled out of the parking lot.

When she got home, Lu paused outside her apartment door. Biting her lip, she unlocked the door and went in.

"Marc, I'm home." she called to her son.

"I'm in my room, Mom." he yelled back.

Taking off her coat, Lu knocked on his door and came in. Marc was on the floor with papers spread out around him. "Is this for homework?" she asked.

Marc nodded. "History project."

Stepping carefully over the mess, Lu sat down on his bed and motioned for him to sit next to her. "Hey, can we talk for a minute?" she asked, trying to hide her apprehension.

Marc sensed it anyway, and joined her on the bed. "Okay, what's up?"

"So, what do you think of Mickey?" Lu asked, trying to sound offhand.

"He's okay." Marc answered suspiciously. He could tell this wasn't exactly what his mother had wanted to talk about.

"So you like hiim?" Lu pressed.

"Yeah, I like him." Marc replied.

"Good," Lu said, nodding her head. "Good. So, um..." she started, struggling with how to phrase this. "Um, Marc, what would you think of maybe having a little brother or sister?"

Marc's eyebrows shot up. "Mom, are you-?"

"I don't know." Lu answered quickly. "I might be. I'm not sure." She looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

Marc smiled reassuringly. "I think it would be cool."

"So you're happy?" Lu asked.

Marc cocked his head to one side. "Are you?"

Lu paused. She hadn't really had time to think about how she felt. "Yeah." she answered slowly.

"Then I'm ecstatic." Marc said, hugging her.

Lu smiled, relieved. She hugged him back, then sighed. She only hoped Mickey's reaction would be this good.

****************
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updating. If you review, I'll update more often because I'll know people are actually interested. Also? I know this chapter makes it seem like I'm taking this fic in a certain direction, but don't jump to any conclusions, mmkay?