Athena awoke disoriented. Her mind took a moment to remember what had happened before she fell asleep. As memories and images flooded her mind, she felt heat blossom through her. She listened to the breathing and heartbeat of the man she still used as a pillow. His breathing and heart rhythm were even. He still slept. She smiled and kissed his chest where her cheek had laid.

She sat up and smiled down at him. He was cute all rumpled. Sexy as sin is more like it! I'm lucky I heal fast or I'd be sore as hell. Her smile turned to a smirk. She continued to watch him sleep a moment more then found her robe. She left with a small smile she just could not get rid of. Her world felt more balanced than it had in a long time.

Soon after she left the room, Chris awoke not quite sure where he was. He blinked his eyes and glanced around at his surroundings. Memories crashed into him as he took in the rumpled sheets of the foreign bed. He idly wondered where Athena had gotten to but figured she had gone for a shower. He highly doubted she would just up and leave, especially as this was where she was staying. She was not the type to do things so cowardly, anyhow. She faced things straight on. But… Where does this leave us?

He sat up and scratched his head. He wondered if Rebecca was up as well. Shrugging, he found his pants then padded to the kitchen. Rebecca was there drinking a cup of coffee and munching on some toast. She smiled knowingly when she looked at him. He gave her a lopsided grin. "Mind if I use your kitchen?"

Her smile turned to a grin. "You're going to make her breakfast? That's so sweet!" Chris flushed lightly and rolled his eyes. Rebecca chuckled, her smile now mischievous, and left him to his task with one final uncharacteristic comment, "She must have been real good!"

Chris choked on his breath and spun around to see the door swinging where Rebecca had been. She's spending too much time with both Weskers. However, the grin on his face grew larger of its own accord.

He set pans on the stove and rummaged through the fridge and cabinets, making note to replace anything he used. He fried eggs, hash browns, bacon, and sausage. He placed bread in the toaster so he could toast it when he needed. As he was setting the table, he felt arms wrap around him from behind. He smiled, finished what he was doing, then turned around.

Athena smiled up at him. "What are you up to, Mr. Redfield?"

He rolled his eyes. "Nothing, Major Wesker. Why don't you have a seat?" He moved and pulled a chair out for her. She sat down, never losing the smile on her face.

Chris served her up a nice hardy meal, served himself one, then sat down to join her. They ate in comfortable silence, sharing glances and grins. Their feet rested together under the table, and their hands 'accidentally' touched as they sought butter, salt, pepper, and other such things. In all, they enjoyed their breakfast before going back to the bedroom to get dressed and start their day.

While Chris and Athena were sharing a nice breakfast, Terrell was still out cold from both the blow he had received from Greer and the amount of alcohol he had consumed. In his forced unconsciousness, his mind played over what he wanted. What he wanted from Athena and could never have.

Terrell was chained to a large wooden canopy bed in a large dark room. Candles gave the only illumination. He wore nothing but a black leather thong, a black leather collar, and the leather cuffs chained to the bed and his ankles and wrists. Dark music played from somewhere, sounding as though it came from every direction. The sheets he was spread across were black and red silk. His body loved the feel of the soft material beneath him. His eyes darted around trying to locate any sign of another presence, but he seemed to be all alone. After some time, a voice trailed to him, like the music, seeming to surround him.

"You seem somewhat worried, boy, and worried you should be." Athena stepped from the darkness taking Terrell's breath away. He felt himself grow hard as she seemed to glide toward him. She wore a long, tight red leather skirt that was split from the waist down on both sides. Her bosom was peaking out above a tight black leather bodice-like chemise. The laces were pulled as tight as they could be. Her feet were incased in tall, spike-heeled laced boots. Her hands wore long gloves that ran from fingers to above the elbow. She was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

Terrell felt confined by the thong, needed to be free of it. He began to thrash around only to freeze as a whip was brought down across his leather clad erection. He hissed but remained still. The pain sent pleasure through him. "Now, now, Pet. You don't want to upset me." She ran the whip over his abdomen and chest, tickling him. He nodded and watched as she crawled onto the bed and straddled him right above his groin. He started to buck, trying to get some sort of stimulation. She smacked him hard on the chest. "Don't move unless I command." Her eyes held the promise of pain if he did not comply.

Athena placed the whip to the side and ran her fingers over his toned chest. She pinched his nipples, hard. He hissed as the sensation cursed through him. "Quiet, Pet," Athena ordered. She smacked him on the chest, leaving a stinging red mark. She pulled her gloves from her hands and through them to the side. She then leaned forward so the laces of her bodice hung over his mouth. "Untie them." He caught the laces and pulled, freeing her. Her breasts popped over the top of the leather because of her angle. "Make me happy, Pet. Pleasure them."

Terrell pulled first one nipple then the other into his mouth. "Harder!" She ordered. He nipped and suckled as roughly as he could. She moaned and rocked herself on his abdomen. He tried to pleasure her more. "Stop, Pet." He seemed to not hear her. She jerked back and smacked him again. "I said stop." He nodded and put his head back down. "That's better. You disappoint me and you'll be very sorry." Again he nodded. "Now, lay still. You move one muscle and you'll regret it."

She slid down his body and unzipped the thong he wore. His erection sprung free into her waiting hands. She fondled him a moment then slipped him inside her mouth. He had to fight himself to keep from moving. She sucked, licked, nibbled, and nipped until he was painfully hard and felt about ready to climax. She seemed to realize this as she snapped a cock ring on him and sat back. "Now for the fun, Pet." She removed the skirt to reveal she had nothing on underneath. She pulled out of the chemise and then slid up his body.

"You want to pleasure me don't you, Pet?" He knew he had to nod. She would except no less. "Good." She continued up his body until she straddled his face. "Pleasure me!" She gripped the head board in anticipation as his tongue lapped at her. He sucked at her clit and dove his tongue deep inside her. She came close to her climax. She began rocking, riding his face. He fought to breath as she ground herself on his face. He was soon drenched in juices as she continued to rock. Finally, she slid down his body to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips, in his mouth.

"You did well, Pet. Should I reward you, I wonder." The question was not directed at him, he knew. He stayed motionless. She played with his nipples as she thought. "May as well. I'll get pleasure from you again before discarding you." She smirked down at him before mounting him. He remained perfectly still. "Your control impresses me, Pet." She leaned up and unhooked his cuffs and then did the same to those on his ankles. She picked up her whip and a leash that seemed to materialized from nowhere. She snapped the leash to his collar. "Take me hard, Pet." She jerked him up to her with the leash and gave him a bruising kiss. She leaned back so he knew to be on top. He began rocking within her. She met him thrust for thrust. "Harder!" She smacked the whip across his back. He began slamming into her. "Faster!" She smacked him again, this time on the ass. He began rutting her as hard and fast as he could. She flung her head back and wrapped her legs about him. He moved within her and was soon feeling her clinch around him in another orgasm. He needed release so bad the pain was becoming unbearable. She reached down in that moment and took the ring off him. He exploded within her. "That was good, Pet. You're not a bad fuck." She shoved him off and out of her. She stood gathered her clothes and left the room.

Terrell watched her go confused and disappointed. That was it. She had nothing else to offer him. He got what he wanted, and he knew that he would never get it again. He was not man enough for her it seemed. He was just a toy.

Terrell grunted as he fell from his bed. His dream remained in his mind but had to take a backseat as bile rose in his throat. He made a mad dash for the bathroom. His day was going to be awful with the memory of the dream and the hangover.

Two days later:

Athena could feel something was wrong. Well, maybe not wrong but definitely different. She felt tired when she did the least thing. Even normal, non-tyrant, people did not get tired doing something as basic as taking a shower. The smell of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and sausage made her so sick she generally had to make a run for the toilet. Her clothes seemed to scratch at her skin, and her bladder seemed to stay full. The symptoms were not unknown to her. However, the chance that she had become… She could not even complete the thought. She had to talk to Rebecca maybe even Patrick.

She left the bathroom and walked to her father's living room. Rebecca sat there reading a magazine. She glanced up at Athena and unknowingly hit the nail on the head. "How many times does that make since noon? I don't go that many times in four days. You sure you aren't pregnant or something?" The look that graced Athena's face at that made Rebecca gape at her. "You…" Chris walked in then. His scent hit Athena's nostrils and she was running for the bathroom yet again. Chris and Rebecca both watched her in concern.

"What's wrong with her? Is she sick?" Chris looked to Rebecca who shrugged and tried to return her attention back to the magazine. She knew something, Chris was certain. He sat down and waited for Athena to return.

As she walked back into the room, she spoke seriously but with trepidation. "I think you are right, Rebecca." The medic's head shot up and she gaped again.

"Right about what? What's going on?" Chris asked.

"That's a good question. What is going on, Athena?" Her father's voice carried from the kitchen door. She cringed and placed a hand to her stomach.

"Nothing." She turned her back and fought to keep control of herself.

"Why do I suspect this is your fault, Redfield, whatever it is? I can smell you on her and her on you." Wesker stepped toward Chris. His malice was present in his voice. Athena spun around and made to intercept.

"Don't even think about it, Athena Wesker!" Rebecca stood and put her hands on her hips. "You sit down over there." She pointed to the seat nearest Athena. "Chris, the two of you need to talk. You," she pointed to Wesker, "are coming on a walk with me." She grabbed his arm and started pulling him for the door. He was so dazed he was on his porch before he realized what had just happened. He was amazed she had gotten both Athena and himself to do as told so easily.

"What do you think you are doing?" He jerked his arm free. He glared down at her to be met with a pout. She was quickly learning how to get him to do anything she wanted. "Don't try that, Rebecca. It isn't going to work."

"You don't want to go for a walk with me? You want me out alone in the big park where any freak or monster can get me?" She continued to look at him innocently. He glared down at her for a few more seconds then sighed.

Damn her. She knows I can't say no. It's frustrating as hell. He looked in the direction of the park. "Fine. I'll take a short walk with you but you have to tell me what is wrong with my daughter." His face was set in firm lines. She knew she would not get out of that so she nodded and looped her arm through his without thinking. Wesker, however, noticed.

He looked down at her as they made the short walk to the park. She was so beautiful in the moonlight. The silver light highlighted her pale skin and soft hair. Her eyes were bright and cheerful. He thought of how they had looked the night of the mission in the forest. Hind sight is twenty-twenty as they say. I could shoot myself for nearly ending this life beside me, for nearly ending so much more. She looked up at him and smiled upon catching him watching her. He diverted his gaze. He would let too much be known if he met her gaze, he feared.

They walked on in silence. He could get used to the simplicity they seemed to be in as they walked arm in arm to the park. He lost himself in thought until she stopped beside him. "I think this good enough." He shook his head slightly to clear it then nodded. "Yes or no. Make up your mind," she told him with a smirk.

"If you get much more like my daughter or myself, Rebecca, I will become worried." He sat down on the bench she had stopped by. "Now, what is wrong with my daughter." He was quickly taken aback as she plopped down in his lap. "Re…"

"You aren't going to go getting mad and running off. So, shut up and let me tell you what I think is going on." She eyed him with a cocked brow. He felt disappointed somewhat at her not sitting on his lap just because she wanted to but because she had an ulterior motive.

"I can easily lift you and…"

"I said be quiet." She put her hand over his. "Now, I want you to listen calmly and not overreact, alright?" He nodded but she could tell by his eyes that he was not actually going to listen to her. However, what she was really seeing was him gazing at her beauty not defiance. "I mean it. Athena does not need any extra stress." He eyed her curiously at the mention of his daughter's name but paid little to mind to what she was saying. "I believe, and apparently so does Athena, that your daughter is pregnant." She waited.

Wesker heard her but he was distracted by her presence in his lap and her beauty. He failed to really get what she had said. He felt it would be best if they got back to his house soon. His control was slipping. "Can we return now?" He eyed her.

She was stunned at how well he seemed to take the news. His easy acceptance worried her. Something was not quite right. However, she let him stand her up and lead her back toward his house. They walked in silence, as they had on the way to the park. Only problem was, about halfway back to his house, he realized what Rebecca had said. She was confused by him suddenly stopping mid-stride.

"Rebecca, what did you say back there? Did you say what I think you said?" He looked down at her.

"You mean you weren't eve listening!" Rebecca crossed her arms and glared at him.

"So, you did say what I thought." He seemed too calm. His face was impassive. She stepped back. She knew he was about to blow, and blow he did. "My daughter is pregnant with Redfield's spawn!" He turned on his heal and mad to hurry home. Rebecca could almost feel the heat radiating from the man. She did not realize he was actually hot. She grabbed his arm. He froze and glared back at her. "Let go, Chambers."

"Don't 'Chambers' me, Albert Wesker. I told you that your daughter does not need any added stress."

"Added stress is getting knocked up by Christopher Redfield!" Wesker jerked free from her hold and continued walking home. "And don't take that tone with me!"

"I'll take whatever tone I wish! Besides, what is so bad about her being pregnant? Personally, I'd like to have a bundle of children." That did it. She distracted him yet again as began to see her pregnant, but not just pregnant. He saw her pregnant with his children and he did not believe he wanted any more.

"Bundles is how many exactly?" He asked tentatively.

"At least six or seven!" He felt extremely faint, something he had never felt before that he could remember.

"That many?" Fuck! That's a lot of kids. I could never… He stopped his thoughts as he realized the possibility of her wanting children with him was next to nothing.

"What's wrong with that many?" She asked innocently.

"Swollen ankles, morning sickness, the birthing process, and many other things."

"Are you saying I would be ugly pregnant?" Her brow rose as she put her hands on her hips. She had obviously picked up at least one of Jill's habits.

"No!" He chastised himself for replying so fervently and quickly.

"You better not be, Mister!" She sighed at seeing they were back at his place. She hoped all would go well once they returned inside.

Athena watched Rebecca drag her father out of the house. She gazed at the closed door for a several minutes before Chris sat down beside her and turned her face to look at him. His scent hit her again and made her nauseous. She could not understand why his scent made her sick but it did. She tried hard to fight it. "What is going on, Athena? I'm starting to worry."

"Chris… Can I ask you a question?" She looked in his eyes.

"Of course."

"Have you ever thought of what it would be like to be a parent?" He saw a small bit of apprehension in her eyes. His stomach tightened slightly.

"Occasionally. Why?" He knew what she was going to say. He could feel it.

"I'm pregnant, Chris. I know you didn't want this, but…" She was cut off as he place a finger over her lips.

"We did, Athena. We just never realized it." He leaned his head against hers. "I don't want to hear one word about not having the baby or giving it up. We made him or her and we will raise him or her."

She looked in his eyes and felt tears spilling onto her cheeks. "Oh, Chris…" She suddenly stood. "Hold that thought." She ran for the bathroom yet again. He took that moment to lose it.

Chris slid to the floor and brought his knees to his chest. He forced himself to breath in and out slowly, trying to calm back down before Athena returned. He was still like that when Wesker and Rebecca walked through the front door. Wesker took one look at him and rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake, Redfield. You are an elite S.T.A.R.S officer. Get your ass off the floor and be the man you were when you got my daughter pregnant!"

Chris glared at Wesker and then Rebecca as the medic began chuckling. She hid behind Wesker jokingly. Wesker glance back at her and smirked. "I wouldn't make a habit of hiding behind me, My Dear. You need to learn to fight your own battles. I won't be around to protect you all the time."

Rebecca was startled by the 'My Dear' though he did not seem to realize what he said. Chris did not help with the next comment he made through his laughter, "Cling any tighter to him, Becca and he may get the wrong impression."

"Can it, Redfield. You are in enough trouble as it is so you may wish to hold your tongue."

"Apparently he already has the…" He cut off his words as Wesker's glare intensified. Rebecca smirked and tauntingly stuck her tongue out at him from around Wesker's arm. She noticed the heat again as she stood close to him. She was sure he should not be that hot. He distracted her from that thought as he moved closer to Chris.

"We are going to have to talk, Redfield, and soon." Chris stood and nodded. He could respect a man's wish to protect his daughter. As that thought crossed his mind, he realized he would be doing the protecting soon. Chris sat down heavily. He, Christopher Redfield, was going to be a father. Claire was going to flip when she found out.