Brian called the team, except Patrick, into the main room of the suite. Elizabeth and Isaiah sat on the couch while Terrell and Gunn stood off to different sides. Greer stood behind the couch waiting for whatever was about to be said calmly. Nothing but irritation ever seemed to bother the man. "I have some news about the major." All eyes and ears became intent upon him. "This is going to come as a surprise, it certainly did for me, but I am dead serious." He met the eyes of everyone of them. Elizabeth and Isaiah leaned forward as Greer tensed slightly. Brian only used the words dead serious when he was. Terrell only seemed to be annoyed and Gunn was indifferent. "The major is expecting."

Elizabeth shot to her feet with a huge grin. "De major? I canno' believe i'!" She pulled out her cell phone. "Can I tell Ramla?" Brian nodded and Elizabeth ran from the room.

"Okay, what did I miss?" Terrell asked.

"Athena is expecting," Gunn repeated for Brian. "She's pregnant with Redfield's child."

"You knew?" Brian turned to Gunn. The captain nodded and left the room as well. Isaiah shrugged and headed for his computers. Brian watched them go noticing Greer tense even more as his eyes passed over the man. He followed Demetrius' line of sight to see Terrell standing shocked and angry. "Terry?" Brain stepped toward the man.

Terrell's eyes met Brian's and Brian knew the shit was about to hit the fan. Terrell turned on his heel and was in the elevator before Brian could speak again. He looked to Demetrius. Greer shook his head. "We cannot do anything. He and Athena must work this out on their own." Brian nodded as he looked at the elevator again. He was going to be on pins and needles until he heard from one of them.

Despite the fact that he was still lost in his fever. Rebecca talked to Wesker continuously. She was becoming worried. His temperature seemed to be staying too high and she worried it would go higher. "You need to cool down completely," she told him. She walked into the master bath and filled the tub with cold water. She then returned to his side and looked him over and the distance to the tub. "Oh, boy. This should be fun." She pulled back the covers, closing her eyes though his body was becoming familiar to her. That done, she patted his face trying to rouse him somewhat. She did not want to lug his dead weight to the bathtub.

Wesker's eyes opened slightly and met hers. She could tell he was completely out of it as his eyes were glazed over and unfocused. "Stand up for me, Al." She helped him to swing his legs to the floor and stand. He leaned heavily against her as she drug him toward the tub. Once there, she held him tightly as she helped him into the water ignoring the wetness that hit her.

Wesker began to shiver as the cold water assaulted his overheated flesh. On instinct, he struggled to get out of the freezing water. She forced him to remain still and submerge himself, submerging half of herself as well. The steam that came off him and the water gave her mixed feelings. He was way too hot and warming the water quickly. However, the cold water could be cooling him as well. She hoped the bath was helping. He had to pull out of the fever soon if he was to come out well or at all.

She left him in the water for several minutes. He was not any more alert than he had been when she helped him from the bed. The water was warm when she helped him to stand and back to his bed. She leaned him against the wall near the bed so she could dry him before placing him back under the thin covers. She replaced the cold rag on his head and the one she had put under his neck at the base of his skull. He soon returned to his fever induced sleep, mumbling and occasionally jerking around. She was surprised she had made it through the whole bath without freaking out over his nudity or closeness. She was glad he would not remember any of what was happening as well.

Rebecca emptied the tub and found the longest shirt Wesker had. She closed the door to the master bath and changed from her wet clothes to the button up shirt. Thankfully I am shorter than him by almost a foot. She then left him alone to throw her clothes in the dryer. Little did she know how that short trip would turn disastrous.

Athena wriggled around in Chris's arms, trying to get comfortable. He grunted as she shoved on his ribs. "Easy killer. I got ribs and organs in there."

She snorted and smacked his thigh. "Just you wait until I'm as large as this whole damn couch."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?" He winked at Jill who shook her head at his antics.

"We'll see if you still think so when I get fat and hormonal." She shoved against his ribs again before growling and sitting up. "Why do you have to be so uncomfortable?"

"Well, I'll keep that in mind tonight when I become a pillow." He chuckled as she smacked him. "Okay, okay. Truce." He held out his hand.

"Only if you go get me something to drink," she rejoined. He rolled his eyes but stood to do as she 'asked'.

"You must really like the bathroom."

"No, that's why I am fighting the effects you scent is having on me."

Chris stopped mid-step and turned. "My scent?"

"Makes me sick to my stomach," she clarified. "Don't worry. It'll go away, eventually."

He nodded. "I hope so. Jill, you want anything?"

"No, Chris. You just take care of Athena. I'm fine." Jill winked back. "For now at least." He rolled his eyes and mumbled something about women as he disappeared into the kitchen.

Rebecca was throwing her clothes in the dryer when a low whistle was heard from behind her. She spun around and glared at Billy. "What are you whistling at, Billy?" She crossed her arms.

"Nice legs, Becky. Love the outfit. What's with the shirt?" He stepped closer to her. She backed into the dryer. "Wesker like it, too?"

Rebecca was stunned by the feral look in Billy's eyes. "B… Billy?" He continued to get closer to her.

"You like your men tough and mean. I could do that, you know. I could be whatever you want." He was almost up against her when hands grabbed him and threw him aside.

"Back off, Coen," Chris growled. "You okay, Rebecca?"

"Yeah." She nodded as she spoke.

"Stay out of this, Redfield! This is between Becky and me." Billy straightened himself up and stared at Chris in challenge.

"What is all the commotion back here?" Athena asked as she came into the room. She glared at all three of them. "Isn't there enough going on without fighting?"

"He started it by making unwelcome moves on…"

"How do you know they are unwanted? I never…"

"I don't want you in that way, Billy. You aren't my…"

"Shut up!" Athena roared. She held onto the doorframe and continued to glare at them. "Rebecca, go see to my father." The medic nodded unhappily and left. "You two knock it off." She started to leave as well when Billy commented.

"Need your pregnant girlfriend to stand up for you, do you, Redfield? You are a pathetic excuse for a man." Billy spat at his feet.

"Why does everyone keep insulting my manliness?" Chris asked no one in particular as he hauled off and punched Billy as hard as he could with an uppercut. Billy landed on his ass, out cold. Athena shook her head as she muttered something about men and testosterone as she headed for the kitchen and the drink Chris had not brought her.

As she got a glass from the cabinet, she heard Rebecca yell for Chris from her father's room. She wondered why but did not feel up to going to see. Her stomach was churning again.

Jill was curious as to where the others had gotten off to. A knock at the door came shortly after the others disappeared. She sighed as she realized she would have to be the one to answer it. She opened the door only to be shoved aside as Terrell stormed inside. She was taken aback by his malicious behavior. She closed the door and walked toward him. As she was about to speak, he demanded, "Where the hell is Redfield?"

"He's busy. Is there some way I can…"

"I want to see Redfield. Now!"

"Don't' take that tone with me, Captain Thurlow. I can throw you out of this house faster than you walked into it." Jill glared at him. "Now, Chris is either busy with Wesker or…" She was cut off by Rebecca's call for Chris. Terrell pinpointed on her location and started that way. Jill grabbed his arm and jerked him back. "You will stay here." She continued to glare at him.

"Yes, he will," Athena said as she came into the room. "Why are you here, Terrell?"

"Why? Why did you let the flyboy knock you up?" He demanded.

"Because I wanted to and he does such a fine job between the sheets." She glared at him as a hand unconsciously settled on over her womb. "Now, if that is the only reason you are here, you may leave or share the same fate as Mr. Coen."

"I don't give a rat fuck about Coen. Are you going to keep the baby? Stay with the flyboy?" He stalked toward her.

"I most certainly am doing both. Now, I am tired and would appreciate you leaving, Captain."

"No. I want you to tell me you will at least not stay with Redfield. You can keep the brat for all I care…"

"That is enough!" Jill stomped forward and grabbed Terrell's shirt. "You are leaving right now!" She started pulling him toward the door.

"Let go of me, Valentine."

She did not respond as she opened the door and tossed his ass out. "There. I let go of you. Now, leave before I arrest you for harassment." She slammed the door closed and closed the deadbolt.

Athena crossed her arms and lifted a brow. "I don't need protected, Valentine." Jill rolled her eyes at the mini Wesker and sat back down with a shrug. Athena continued to glower at her as she settled herself on the couch.

Rebecca returned to Wesker's room in a huff and upset. She sat down beside his bed and hugged herself. She sat like that for many minutes before jumping as Wesker spoke, "What is wrong, Rebecca?"

She looked at him and shook her head. "Nothing," she lied. He sighed and struggled to move so he could see her better. "Lay still," she ordered.

"Tell me what is wrong and I will." His voice was weak and strained.

"Billy…" Only that one word left her mouth before he was struggling out of the bed. She jumped up and tried to stop him from leaving the bed. His nudity made her blush, which made him realize his state of undress. He looked down then over at her and saw her wearing only one of his button down shirts.

He had to fight from reacting. Calm down. There is a logical explanation for this. Don't react. His body was having problems listening to his mind.

"Lay down, Al."

"No," he responded simply.

She grabbed his arms and tried to maneuver him back into the bed. He fought her, trying to get free to take care of Coen. "Chris!" She finally yelled when appeared she would be unable to do anything on her own.

Chris was soon in the door looking on in shock. "What is going on?" He rushed forward and took Rebecca's place. In Wesker's weakened state, Chris was stronger than him. "Rebecca, leave until I have him descent."

"I am not leaving." She crossed her arms.

She really spends too much time with Wesker and Athena. Chris got Wesker back in the bed once the older man was worn out. "There." He covered him up. "Why is he naked?" He asked Rebecca as the two left the room. "Does it have anything to do with what you are wearing now?" He wriggled his brows jokingly. She slapped him on the arm.

"He had to have a cooling bath. I got wet while I gave it to him."

"And, why did you have to be the one to give him the bath. I could have…"

"I did just fine, Chris. Stop brothering me." She rolled her eyes as he continued to watch her. He could still see a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Are you sure you know what you are doing?"

"What are you talking about? I'm the smart one, remember?" She looked at him in confusion.

"Be careful, Rebecca. That is all I ask." Chris squeezed her shoulder than returned to the living room. He was worried by the look on Athena's face. "What's the matter, Sweetheart?"

She glared at him. "Don't 'sweetheart' me. I'm not incapable of taking care of myself!" She crossed her arms.

"Huh?" He looked to Jill for an explanation. She shrugged.

"Terrell was here and not happy. I guess I inadvertently 'protected' her."

"Terrell? Why did you need to protect her from Terrell?" He looked to Athena in worry. She glared back.

"He was actually here to talk to you," Jill answered. He narrowed his gaze and nodded. He would deal with Terrell later.

"Love, you're pregnant. It's just a natural reaction to come to your defense. You better get used to it. I'm not letting anyone try to harm you."

Athena lost her glare at his first word. Love. We've never said the word before. She held out a hand and pulled him down to the couch to join her. She moved to lean against him. "Alright, but I am used to taking care of myself. I can't promise to like it."

He chuckled and kissed her head. "Fair enough." He wrapped his arms around her. "I meant it," he whispered in her ear." She smiled and closed her eyes. She hugged him back and settled down to nap. He sighed as he realized he would not be getting up any time soon.