HI I'm glad that you are still reading, I just worried that some had lost
interest, thanks for your review. To answer the question brought up by two
people. I did think about it, but decided it would be too much of a strain
for Isabel to be in the middle of that argument, but I am writing a sequel
and I'm sure it will probably have come up by then. So yes there will be a
sequel, I'm just not sure it will be what everyone expects.
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Wesker watched Isabel from his place on the bed. She seemed to grow more beautiful with every day that passed. Right now she was in the middle of brushing her teeth, finishing up she walked into the bedroom to get dressed.
"How do we feel this morning?" He asked, getting up from his spot, walking up behind her and putting his arms around her and their child.
Placing her hands over his on her stomach, Isabel spoke "Like if I get any bigger I'll explode."
It had been a month and half since he'd asked her to marry him, and everyone in the house was on pins and needles, because Rebecca had recently announced that Isabel was rapidly approaching the end of her pregnancy. She had given Isabel a week, two at the most.
Wesker hadn't meant to stay so long, he knew the longer he stayed the more likely it was that HCF would find Isabel. He didn't care what they would do to him, but he wouldn't allow them to touch her. A few days after she had been allowed out of bed Wesker had made preparations to leave, he'd given Leon access codes to his off shore accounts, so that Isabel would be taken care of in his absence. Wesker then packed his bags and waited until evening to leave, he wanted to spend as much time with Isabel as he could before he left. When it had been time Wesker had gone to the bedroom to give her one last kiss good bye and she'd asked him to stay one last night. Isabel had been very persuasive and later, as she'd lain naked in his arms Wesker promised himself that he would leave in the morning. Wesker had promised himself that every night, until a week ago, when Rebecca made her announcement. He decided to stay then, not wanting to chance missing the birth of his child.
"Hurry up and get changed, I'll make your breakfast." Wesker stated, kissing Isabel on the shoulder and releasing his hold on her.
Walking to the door he paused to take one last look at her before exiting.
It seemed to take Isabel forever to get dressed anymore and as much as she loved the fact that she had this little life growing inside her, she would be glad when she got some remnant of her figure back. Isabel would have loved to be able to tie her shoes again, and having to go to the bathroom every two seconds was getting on her nerves.
Once she was finished dressing, Isabel had intended to go straight to the kitchen for breakfast, but some how found herself in the nursery. She knew that everyone in the house was on edge. They were all waiting for her to walk in and announce that her water had broken. Isabel had a feeling though that little Rosalie was quite comfortable where she was and planned to stay there as long as possible. No one new that Isabel had begun to think of the baby as Rosalie, she thought they would all laugh at her presumption.
Albert made it very apparent that he was expecting a boy, when he suggested the nursery be done in blue. Last month everyone had cleaned out the room across the hall, it had been where they had stored the weapons, but decided it would make a better nursery. The weapons had been moved to the basement and the redecorating had begun. The room was finished now, painted in pastel greens and yellows, Albert wanted blue and Isabel, sure the baby was a girl wanted pink. In the end they had compromised. They furnished the room with a white crib and dresser set, and because Isabel had wanted an old fashioned rocking chair, everyone had searched high and low for one. None of them had been able to find quite what she was looking for, until one day Carlos had come home with this beat up old thing, painted a horrendous orange color. Isabel fell in love with it the moment she saw it, all except the color, which she knew would be easy to fix. Albert hadn't understood why she had to have it, until Isabel told him that it was almost exactly like the one she'd had in her room growing up. She told him how as a little girl her mother used to rock her in it when she wasn't feeling well, that she wanted their child to have those kinds of memories. Albert had just looked at her for a moment and seeing the joy it brought her, declared that the orange would have to go. Isabel smiled at him and said she'd have Chris or Carlos strip and refinish it. Albert told her if it meant that much to her, he would do the job himself.
Wesker spent three days working on the rocker to make sure it was perfect. He wouldn't let Isabel anywhere near it until he was finished, when it was totally dry he'd placed it in the nursery and led her to the room to show the chair to her.
Standing in the nursery now, Isabel felt at peace. All the preparations were made, everything the baby would need sat in the room. Next to the crib, was the changing table laid out with baby wipes, powder, and lotion. The diapers were stored on a little shelf under the table it's self. Next to the dresser was a baby bath, the kind that fit in the sink to conserve space and the bassinette that the baby would use while it slept in their room. All the baby clothes were folded and placed in the dresser, which stood next to the door. Jill had even bought one of those baby swings that played music, for when the baby was older. It sat in the opposite corner of the dresser. Everything was set all they needed was for Rosalie to make an appearance.
Every thing still didn't seem real at times but, then the baby would kick and Isabel was reminded that it was. Sitting in the rocker she closed her eyes and stroked her stomach, losing herself in the stillness of the moment.
"I thought I'd find you in here." Wesker said walking into the room. "Breakfast is ready, come eat before it gets cold."
Isabel opened her eyes at the sound of his voice. Looking into his handsome face, her heart was filled with more love than she could have ever thought possible.
"Come help me up then." Isabel replied lifting her hands, so that he could take them.
Isabel waited patiently for him to walk over and help her up. Even though she didn't like it, Isabel had gotten used to allowing everyone to help her with the little things she had once been able to do on her own.
Allowing a smile to settle on his face, Wesker went over to Isabel, took both her hands in his and helped her to her feet. They hadn't really argued since the blow up over the shower. It took a while, but both of them had learned to give, when it came to differences of opinions. Wesker no longer ordered her around, expecting her to comply without question. Isabel in turn took the time to try and see things from his perspective, and began to realize he weighed every out come, before making a decision. She also understood now that Albert was only adamant about things that he was sure would affect her or the baby adversely. Isabel had always tended to be a little reckless with her own safety, often doing things without thinking of the consequences. Through Wesker she learned that with a child on the way it was something she couldn't afford to do anymore.
"What did you fix me?" She asked smiling at him once she was on her feet.
"Breakfast." He replied straight faced.
"Smart ass." She said trying to lean over her stomach to kiss him.
When Isabel's attempt failed, he obliged her by leaning over and giving her a peck on the lips.
"Come on." He said leading her from the room.
As Isabel and Wesker entered the kitchen, she was surprised to find Claire sitting there crying.
"Claire, sweetie what's wrong?" Isabel asked her voice full of concern.
"I-I can't talk about it." She stated looking directly at Wesker.
Isabel knew immediately what was wrong. She also realized she wouldn't get any information from the girl with Albert standing there.
"Can you give me a minute alone with Claire?" Isabel asked looking from Claire to Wesker.
Wesker gave a slight sigh and spoke, "I'll be in the living room." With that he turned and walked into the other room.
Isabel studied Claire for a moment, trying to decide how to approach the subject. In the end she decided the straight forward approach was best.
"How far along are you?" Isabel asked.
Claire's head shot up at the question, a look of surprise on her face.
"He's going to kill Leon.' Claire stated instead of answering, confirming Isabel's suspicions.
"Claire, how far?" Isabel asked again, walking over to the table and sitting in the chair next to her.
"A month, maybe a little more." She finally answered. "I just found out, Leon doesn't even know yet."
Isabel was torn between smiling at the news and worrying how Chris would react. He definitely had a protective streak when it came to Claire and wouldn't be happy about this. She knew by Claire's earlier statement, she was thinking the same thing.
"I'll be right there with you, when you tell him." Isabel said placing her hand over Claire's and giving it a squeeze.
Claire just smiled a weak smile at her unsure what to say next, when they where interrupted.
"Um, no your not, as interesting as it will be to see what Redfield does to Kennedy, your not going to be anywhere near this mess." Wesker said from the doorway.
So Redfield's sister was pregnant, Wesker had a feeling today was going to be another interesting day in a long line of them. His only concern at the moment was how to keep Isabel out of the middle of it.
"Chris isn't going to do anything to Leon," Isabel replied looking at him, "You aren't going to let him."
Wesker raised an eyebrow as if to say oh really.
Seeing the look on his face she added. "If you don't want me upset, you won't let anything happen to Leon."
When Isabel finished her statement Wesker let out a small sound, Isabel could have sworn was a growl. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. "When are we going to tell Redfield?"
Claire stared at him slack jawed. She couldn't believe he was going to help her. Claire was starting to think there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Isabel.
"I guess as soon as he comes down this morning for breakfast." Claire replied still in a bit of shock.
"And you are not going to be there." Wesker stated, rounding on Isabel. His tone was not to be argued with.
As if on cue Chris walked into the kitchen at that moment. He could feel the tension at his arrival. Looking at the expectant faces' of Isabel and Claire, he knew something was up.
"Isabel, you need to go wait in the living room." Wesker said looking at her.
"Does she have to?" Claire asked in a hushed tone.
"Yes she does, if you want to do this." Wesker replied allowing a hint of annoyance to enter his voice.
Isabel, knowing there was no use in arguing the point, used the kitchen table to help herself up, went into the living room and took a seat on the couch.
Chris was totally lost, Wesker was standing next to Claire and with Isabel in the next room he had the distinct impression that whatever was about to happen, wasn't going to be good.
"Chris, I need you to sit down a minute, I have something to talk to you about." Claire said, clearly nervous.
"What the hell is going on, and why is he standing over you like some mother hen?" Chris asked, becoming more agitated by the minute.
Wesker was getting impatient. He didn't want to be in the middle of this any longer than he had to.
"Redfield, I'm not in the mood for this, sit down." Wesker snapped.
"You can go to hell. This isn't any of your business." Chris shot back.
"It's okay, he doesn't have to sit," Claire said cutting Wesker off as he opened his mouth to reply. Turning back to Chris she finished, "I um, I..."
Looking down at her lap, Claire just couldn't seem to get the words out.
"I believe what your sister is trying to say, is that she is expecting a child." Wesker finished for her, tired of the delay.
Chris stood there like a statue. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head. I'm going to be an uncle, whoa, what am I saying, I'm going to kill Leon, I'm going to be an uncle, Kennedy is a dead man, I'm going to be an uncle. It took several seconds to process everything, when he'd finished Chris realized Claire was watching him a look of anticipation on her face. Then he remembered Wesker was in the kitchen also.
"You had to have him in here when you told me?" He asked far more calmly than he felt.
"I wasn't sure how you would react." She answered still apprehensive.
"Claire, I'm an adult, I'm simply going to beat the living shit out of Leon and everything will be settled." He stated still far too calm, "Until then how are you feeling?"
As if the day couldn't get any worse, Leon picked that exact moment to walk through the kitchen door.
"Morning gu..." He trailed off, seeing the glare Chris shot him.
Oh shit, he knows, he's going to kill me, I'm a dead man. Leon had the strong urge to run, but decided against it. He knew he would have to face up to his actions. What he couldn't figure out was why Claire had told Chris, knowing how he would react.
"What do you plan on doing?" Chris asked before Claire could speak.
"Do... about what?" Leon asked stumped by what was going on.
"Chris, he doesn't know." Claire spoke up from her seat at the table.
"Know what?" Leon asked again.
The look on Leon's face was comical, a mixture of shock and horror. If this had been any other situation, Chris may have laughed. This was his sister he was talking about though and he wanted to know what Leon planned to do.
"You got my sister pregnant, you ass." Chris yelled finally losing his cool.
Claire had thought Leon couldn't look anymore shocked than he already did, she was wrong. At the news his face took on a dear in the head lights expression.
Wow, I'm going to be a dad, oh shit, I'm dead. Leon just didn't know what to say. The first thing he wanted to do was get down on his knees and ask Claire to marry him. What came out of his mouth was the total opposite.
"I guess I should pack."
"Don't be a fool Kennedy." Wesker broke in, finally having enough of this drama.
Leon looked at Wesker for the first time since entering the room. He hadn't even realized he was there with everything that was going on. For a moment Leon wondered what he was doing in the middle of this, it certainly wasn't his style. He usually didn't concern himself with anything that didn't affect Isabel, and she was safely planted on the couch. Then Leon realized that Isabel must have put Wesker up to this, to make sure nothing happened. Where he was located, right next to Claire, with his arms folded across his chest, told Leon that Wesker was supposed to be her support.
Looking back at Claire, Leon saw the worry and tension on her face. She almost looked as upset as when Chris had first brought her back from the Antarctic. When she had finally told him what happened, Leon promised himself that Claire would never look that way again. It made him angry to see her like that now. Taking a page from Wesker's book he began.
"What the hell do you want me to say? I love her and I'm not leaving her. If you don't like it to fucking bad and if you ever upset Claire like this again, you and I will have a go at it." Leon stated walking past Chris and going over to kneel in front of Claire.
"I'm not asking you to marry me because of the baby. I'm asking you to marry me because I love you and can't see my life without you in it. Will you marry me, Claire Redfield?" He said looking into her blue eyes.
It was Claire's turn to be shocked. She'd never seen Leon loose his temper like that. She had never seen anyone stand up to Chris like that either. Claire couldn't tell how Chris was taking it, his back was to her. All she knew right now was that she would follow the man that knelt before her through anything.
"Yes, of course I'll marry you." She replied giving him a smile.
Leon felt a hand on his shoulder and tensed instantly, readying himself for a blow, it never came.
"Leon, take good care of her okay." Chris said from behind him.
Chris hadn't expected Leon to react the way he did. He never thought Leon would defend Claire like that and that was the kind of person he wanted Claire to be with, someone who would protect her the way he would. Knowing that Leon would do that, didn't make everything alright, but it made it better. It made it easier for Chris to handle everything.
"I will." Leon replied turning to look at Chris.
"You had better or we will, how did you put it, have a go at it."
Leon smiled at Chris and looked back at Claire, who was about to cry again.
"Well, what a terrible way to find out your going to be a father." Leon said to her, wiping her tears away.
Figuring his job was done Wesker walked towards the living room to check on Isabel, mumbling something.
"What did he say?" Chris asked Claire.
"I think he said it was better than the way he found out." She answered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Leon asked.
"Isabel told me that Wesker found out she was pregnant when he read the report on the blood work they did." Claire answered, shedding light on the subject.
"Okay he wins." Leon stated, silently thanking Isabel for what she'd done.
Wesker watched Isabel from his place on the bed. She seemed to grow more beautiful with every day that passed. Right now she was in the middle of brushing her teeth, finishing up she walked into the bedroom to get dressed.
"How do we feel this morning?" He asked, getting up from his spot, walking up behind her and putting his arms around her and their child.
Placing her hands over his on her stomach, Isabel spoke "Like if I get any bigger I'll explode."
It had been a month and half since he'd asked her to marry him, and everyone in the house was on pins and needles, because Rebecca had recently announced that Isabel was rapidly approaching the end of her pregnancy. She had given Isabel a week, two at the most.
Wesker hadn't meant to stay so long, he knew the longer he stayed the more likely it was that HCF would find Isabel. He didn't care what they would do to him, but he wouldn't allow them to touch her. A few days after she had been allowed out of bed Wesker had made preparations to leave, he'd given Leon access codes to his off shore accounts, so that Isabel would be taken care of in his absence. Wesker then packed his bags and waited until evening to leave, he wanted to spend as much time with Isabel as he could before he left. When it had been time Wesker had gone to the bedroom to give her one last kiss good bye and she'd asked him to stay one last night. Isabel had been very persuasive and later, as she'd lain naked in his arms Wesker promised himself that he would leave in the morning. Wesker had promised himself that every night, until a week ago, when Rebecca made her announcement. He decided to stay then, not wanting to chance missing the birth of his child.
"Hurry up and get changed, I'll make your breakfast." Wesker stated, kissing Isabel on the shoulder and releasing his hold on her.
Walking to the door he paused to take one last look at her before exiting.
It seemed to take Isabel forever to get dressed anymore and as much as she loved the fact that she had this little life growing inside her, she would be glad when she got some remnant of her figure back. Isabel would have loved to be able to tie her shoes again, and having to go to the bathroom every two seconds was getting on her nerves.
Once she was finished dressing, Isabel had intended to go straight to the kitchen for breakfast, but some how found herself in the nursery. She knew that everyone in the house was on edge. They were all waiting for her to walk in and announce that her water had broken. Isabel had a feeling though that little Rosalie was quite comfortable where she was and planned to stay there as long as possible. No one new that Isabel had begun to think of the baby as Rosalie, she thought they would all laugh at her presumption.
Albert made it very apparent that he was expecting a boy, when he suggested the nursery be done in blue. Last month everyone had cleaned out the room across the hall, it had been where they had stored the weapons, but decided it would make a better nursery. The weapons had been moved to the basement and the redecorating had begun. The room was finished now, painted in pastel greens and yellows, Albert wanted blue and Isabel, sure the baby was a girl wanted pink. In the end they had compromised. They furnished the room with a white crib and dresser set, and because Isabel had wanted an old fashioned rocking chair, everyone had searched high and low for one. None of them had been able to find quite what she was looking for, until one day Carlos had come home with this beat up old thing, painted a horrendous orange color. Isabel fell in love with it the moment she saw it, all except the color, which she knew would be easy to fix. Albert hadn't understood why she had to have it, until Isabel told him that it was almost exactly like the one she'd had in her room growing up. She told him how as a little girl her mother used to rock her in it when she wasn't feeling well, that she wanted their child to have those kinds of memories. Albert had just looked at her for a moment and seeing the joy it brought her, declared that the orange would have to go. Isabel smiled at him and said she'd have Chris or Carlos strip and refinish it. Albert told her if it meant that much to her, he would do the job himself.
Wesker spent three days working on the rocker to make sure it was perfect. He wouldn't let Isabel anywhere near it until he was finished, when it was totally dry he'd placed it in the nursery and led her to the room to show the chair to her.
Standing in the nursery now, Isabel felt at peace. All the preparations were made, everything the baby would need sat in the room. Next to the crib, was the changing table laid out with baby wipes, powder, and lotion. The diapers were stored on a little shelf under the table it's self. Next to the dresser was a baby bath, the kind that fit in the sink to conserve space and the bassinette that the baby would use while it slept in their room. All the baby clothes were folded and placed in the dresser, which stood next to the door. Jill had even bought one of those baby swings that played music, for when the baby was older. It sat in the opposite corner of the dresser. Everything was set all they needed was for Rosalie to make an appearance.
Every thing still didn't seem real at times but, then the baby would kick and Isabel was reminded that it was. Sitting in the rocker she closed her eyes and stroked her stomach, losing herself in the stillness of the moment.
"I thought I'd find you in here." Wesker said walking into the room. "Breakfast is ready, come eat before it gets cold."
Isabel opened her eyes at the sound of his voice. Looking into his handsome face, her heart was filled with more love than she could have ever thought possible.
"Come help me up then." Isabel replied lifting her hands, so that he could take them.
Isabel waited patiently for him to walk over and help her up. Even though she didn't like it, Isabel had gotten used to allowing everyone to help her with the little things she had once been able to do on her own.
Allowing a smile to settle on his face, Wesker went over to Isabel, took both her hands in his and helped her to her feet. They hadn't really argued since the blow up over the shower. It took a while, but both of them had learned to give, when it came to differences of opinions. Wesker no longer ordered her around, expecting her to comply without question. Isabel in turn took the time to try and see things from his perspective, and began to realize he weighed every out come, before making a decision. She also understood now that Albert was only adamant about things that he was sure would affect her or the baby adversely. Isabel had always tended to be a little reckless with her own safety, often doing things without thinking of the consequences. Through Wesker she learned that with a child on the way it was something she couldn't afford to do anymore.
"What did you fix me?" She asked smiling at him once she was on her feet.
"Breakfast." He replied straight faced.
"Smart ass." She said trying to lean over her stomach to kiss him.
When Isabel's attempt failed, he obliged her by leaning over and giving her a peck on the lips.
"Come on." He said leading her from the room.
As Isabel and Wesker entered the kitchen, she was surprised to find Claire sitting there crying.
"Claire, sweetie what's wrong?" Isabel asked her voice full of concern.
"I-I can't talk about it." She stated looking directly at Wesker.
Isabel knew immediately what was wrong. She also realized she wouldn't get any information from the girl with Albert standing there.
"Can you give me a minute alone with Claire?" Isabel asked looking from Claire to Wesker.
Wesker gave a slight sigh and spoke, "I'll be in the living room." With that he turned and walked into the other room.
Isabel studied Claire for a moment, trying to decide how to approach the subject. In the end she decided the straight forward approach was best.
"How far along are you?" Isabel asked.
Claire's head shot up at the question, a look of surprise on her face.
"He's going to kill Leon.' Claire stated instead of answering, confirming Isabel's suspicions.
"Claire, how far?" Isabel asked again, walking over to the table and sitting in the chair next to her.
"A month, maybe a little more." She finally answered. "I just found out, Leon doesn't even know yet."
Isabel was torn between smiling at the news and worrying how Chris would react. He definitely had a protective streak when it came to Claire and wouldn't be happy about this. She knew by Claire's earlier statement, she was thinking the same thing.
"I'll be right there with you, when you tell him." Isabel said placing her hand over Claire's and giving it a squeeze.
Claire just smiled a weak smile at her unsure what to say next, when they where interrupted.
"Um, no your not, as interesting as it will be to see what Redfield does to Kennedy, your not going to be anywhere near this mess." Wesker said from the doorway.
So Redfield's sister was pregnant, Wesker had a feeling today was going to be another interesting day in a long line of them. His only concern at the moment was how to keep Isabel out of the middle of it.
"Chris isn't going to do anything to Leon," Isabel replied looking at him, "You aren't going to let him."
Wesker raised an eyebrow as if to say oh really.
Seeing the look on his face she added. "If you don't want me upset, you won't let anything happen to Leon."
When Isabel finished her statement Wesker let out a small sound, Isabel could have sworn was a growl. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. "When are we going to tell Redfield?"
Claire stared at him slack jawed. She couldn't believe he was going to help her. Claire was starting to think there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Isabel.
"I guess as soon as he comes down this morning for breakfast." Claire replied still in a bit of shock.
"And you are not going to be there." Wesker stated, rounding on Isabel. His tone was not to be argued with.
As if on cue Chris walked into the kitchen at that moment. He could feel the tension at his arrival. Looking at the expectant faces' of Isabel and Claire, he knew something was up.
"Isabel, you need to go wait in the living room." Wesker said looking at her.
"Does she have to?" Claire asked in a hushed tone.
"Yes she does, if you want to do this." Wesker replied allowing a hint of annoyance to enter his voice.
Isabel, knowing there was no use in arguing the point, used the kitchen table to help herself up, went into the living room and took a seat on the couch.
Chris was totally lost, Wesker was standing next to Claire and with Isabel in the next room he had the distinct impression that whatever was about to happen, wasn't going to be good.
"Chris, I need you to sit down a minute, I have something to talk to you about." Claire said, clearly nervous.
"What the hell is going on, and why is he standing over you like some mother hen?" Chris asked, becoming more agitated by the minute.
Wesker was getting impatient. He didn't want to be in the middle of this any longer than he had to.
"Redfield, I'm not in the mood for this, sit down." Wesker snapped.
"You can go to hell. This isn't any of your business." Chris shot back.
"It's okay, he doesn't have to sit," Claire said cutting Wesker off as he opened his mouth to reply. Turning back to Chris she finished, "I um, I..."
Looking down at her lap, Claire just couldn't seem to get the words out.
"I believe what your sister is trying to say, is that she is expecting a child." Wesker finished for her, tired of the delay.
Chris stood there like a statue. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head. I'm going to be an uncle, whoa, what am I saying, I'm going to kill Leon, I'm going to be an uncle, Kennedy is a dead man, I'm going to be an uncle. It took several seconds to process everything, when he'd finished Chris realized Claire was watching him a look of anticipation on her face. Then he remembered Wesker was in the kitchen also.
"You had to have him in here when you told me?" He asked far more calmly than he felt.
"I wasn't sure how you would react." She answered still apprehensive.
"Claire, I'm an adult, I'm simply going to beat the living shit out of Leon and everything will be settled." He stated still far too calm, "Until then how are you feeling?"
As if the day couldn't get any worse, Leon picked that exact moment to walk through the kitchen door.
"Morning gu..." He trailed off, seeing the glare Chris shot him.
Oh shit, he knows, he's going to kill me, I'm a dead man. Leon had the strong urge to run, but decided against it. He knew he would have to face up to his actions. What he couldn't figure out was why Claire had told Chris, knowing how he would react.
"What do you plan on doing?" Chris asked before Claire could speak.
"Do... about what?" Leon asked stumped by what was going on.
"Chris, he doesn't know." Claire spoke up from her seat at the table.
"Know what?" Leon asked again.
The look on Leon's face was comical, a mixture of shock and horror. If this had been any other situation, Chris may have laughed. This was his sister he was talking about though and he wanted to know what Leon planned to do.
"You got my sister pregnant, you ass." Chris yelled finally losing his cool.
Claire had thought Leon couldn't look anymore shocked than he already did, she was wrong. At the news his face took on a dear in the head lights expression.
Wow, I'm going to be a dad, oh shit, I'm dead. Leon just didn't know what to say. The first thing he wanted to do was get down on his knees and ask Claire to marry him. What came out of his mouth was the total opposite.
"I guess I should pack."
"Don't be a fool Kennedy." Wesker broke in, finally having enough of this drama.
Leon looked at Wesker for the first time since entering the room. He hadn't even realized he was there with everything that was going on. For a moment Leon wondered what he was doing in the middle of this, it certainly wasn't his style. He usually didn't concern himself with anything that didn't affect Isabel, and she was safely planted on the couch. Then Leon realized that Isabel must have put Wesker up to this, to make sure nothing happened. Where he was located, right next to Claire, with his arms folded across his chest, told Leon that Wesker was supposed to be her support.
Looking back at Claire, Leon saw the worry and tension on her face. She almost looked as upset as when Chris had first brought her back from the Antarctic. When she had finally told him what happened, Leon promised himself that Claire would never look that way again. It made him angry to see her like that now. Taking a page from Wesker's book he began.
"What the hell do you want me to say? I love her and I'm not leaving her. If you don't like it to fucking bad and if you ever upset Claire like this again, you and I will have a go at it." Leon stated walking past Chris and going over to kneel in front of Claire.
"I'm not asking you to marry me because of the baby. I'm asking you to marry me because I love you and can't see my life without you in it. Will you marry me, Claire Redfield?" He said looking into her blue eyes.
It was Claire's turn to be shocked. She'd never seen Leon loose his temper like that. She had never seen anyone stand up to Chris like that either. Claire couldn't tell how Chris was taking it, his back was to her. All she knew right now was that she would follow the man that knelt before her through anything.
"Yes, of course I'll marry you." She replied giving him a smile.
Leon felt a hand on his shoulder and tensed instantly, readying himself for a blow, it never came.
"Leon, take good care of her okay." Chris said from behind him.
Chris hadn't expected Leon to react the way he did. He never thought Leon would defend Claire like that and that was the kind of person he wanted Claire to be with, someone who would protect her the way he would. Knowing that Leon would do that, didn't make everything alright, but it made it better. It made it easier for Chris to handle everything.
"I will." Leon replied turning to look at Chris.
"You had better or we will, how did you put it, have a go at it."
Leon smiled at Chris and looked back at Claire, who was about to cry again.
"Well, what a terrible way to find out your going to be a father." Leon said to her, wiping her tears away.
Figuring his job was done Wesker walked towards the living room to check on Isabel, mumbling something.
"What did he say?" Chris asked Claire.
"I think he said it was better than the way he found out." She answered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Leon asked.
"Isabel told me that Wesker found out she was pregnant when he read the report on the blood work they did." Claire answered, shedding light on the subject.
"Okay he wins." Leon stated, silently thanking Isabel for what she'd done.