"No, the plane hasn't left yet," I said, hoping she meant for the flight. Please mean the plane. Please mean the plane....

She sighed. "I missed my last period and am due for another one this week and haven't gotten any of the signs for it to be coming."

There are signs? "Signs?" I asked.

"You know, the chocolate…feeling fat… mood swings. I've been way too freakin happy!" she nearly screamed.

"You sound like it..." a passer by said sarcastically.

I nodded and hugged her tightly. What the hell are we supposed to do? We had never thought about this before. "But have you gotten any of the signs that you are …." I started as I looked around. "That you are uh, not well?"

She looked toward a tourist who was kind of just pretending NOT to be looking at her and I. She had a camera in her hand and was waiting for Mia to walk past her so she could ask for a picture. "Would you like a picture?" she asked the woman, ignoring my question.

The woman turned red but came over and handed me the digital camera. Is that what I am to people? A camera man? The woman was busy fussing with her hair, "Do you want to play with your hair or take a picture? (A/N: a prize to whomever can guess who I said this to!)"

The woman was startled, but laughed after seeing Mia smiling. "Sorry. I'm just nervous."

"No problem. We just have a plane to catch," I explained.

Mia signed a picture of her and her mom at an art gallery opening when she was fifteen. She looked a little freaked out. "Nice to meet you," she said in her princess voice. "I'm going back to New York now with some friends so I hope you have good holidays," she said with a fake smile.

I handed the camera back to the woman and walked toward Alex and Evan. "Does Evan know?" I whispered.

She shook her head. "No, I wanted to talk to you first."

"About what?" Evan asked, putting a protective arm around his 'girlfriend'.

"Nothing," we said at the same time.

"Uh, oh, trouble in paradise," Alex said sarcastically.

The two guys went on one end of the plane, leaving Mia and I alone to discuss our problems. "Michael, I'm freaking out here. What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"We don't know for sure, right?" I replied.

"Uh, no. But come on, think about it. I actually at a hamburger the other day. They say pregnant vegetarians start eating meat without even thinking about it. I read about it in-"

"You are a carnivore?" I teased, trying to keep it light.

She glared at me with squinty eyes. I looked out the window at the clouds that were almost next to us. I remember when I was little I wanted to open the plane door and jump on to the clouds. Now I just wanted to jump out the plane period.

"We'll figure it out together," I replied, holding her hand. "I'm not going to make you go through it all alone," I promised.

She bit her lip so she wouldn't start crying. "They are going to kill us."

I took her face in my hands. "I won't let them do anything to you or our baby," I whispered, our foreheads touching.

I saw a smile creep onto her face. "Michael, we may have made a little person together," she said with wide eyes. Happiness for the first time since I had seen her that day.

But she had a point. We may have made a baby together. Half of me, half of her. I kissed her heartedly. "Mia, the baby will be beautiful. Just think-"

"I hope it gets your hair," she whispered. We had to keep our voices down so that the flight attendants didn't hear us. They mostly kept to the back of the plane to gossip. Let them.

"Why my hair?" I asked.

She combed her fingers through my unruly mane. "Because it is perfect. And your eyes…"

"But your nose. My nostrils are huge," I replied. "You have a cute nose."

She looked back at Alex and Evan who were slowly making their way to the bathroom one by one. "I should tell Evan. He can go get a test for us when we land. No one knows him over there. If the press sees you and me get off the plane together and then go buy a pregnancy test they'll know."

I looked at her stomach. I hated not knowing if a little piece of me was in there. If she was carrying little Michael. Well, I wouldn't name my son after me, after either one of my names. He'd have to have a totally unique name. I mentioned this to her.

"Who says it'd be a boy?" she demanded.

"Well…"

"I think it'd be a girl. We could name her Catherine, like the character in Wuthering Heights."

"Yeah, and that would be a smart idea. She was kind of crazy wasn't she?"

She shrugged. "Fine, Jane for Jane Eyre."

"No. That caused enough problems for everyone we know. It broke up Tina and Dave-"

"But then she found Boris."

I rolled my eyes. Our circle of friends was too tightly consumed in one another. "Not Jane. It's far too plain. Our kid would never be plain."

"Michael, we still haven't decided what we are going to do about this. Are we going to pretend it is Ev-"

"If you finish that sentence I will not talk to you ever again," I snapped. Even the thought of my child being brought up as another mans was disgusting.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I just…"

"We'll tell them the truth," I said simply. "Or part of it. We'll say we ran into one another a few months back and had a one night kind of thing. Never meant to be more, or less. Or we can figure it out later."

That seemed to satisfy her. She liked it when I took charge and made decisions. I think it's because she knows that when she takes over in Genovia she will have to make most of the major decisions for her country. She doesn't want to deal with her own, it'd be easier to let me decide.

"I don't know what I would do without you," she whispered as she drifted off to sleep on my shoulder.

We sat in her mother's bathroom on the edge of the bath tub. Evan took her mother, Mr. G, and Rocky out for dinner. Mia said she was too tired to go out into the city, and I came over after the others left.

We stared silently at the little stick that sat perched on the sink ledge. I held her hand as the timer neared the end of the line. She jumped when it buzzed. She then looked at me. "I'm too scared."

I kissed her gently. "No matter what it isn't going to change anything. Well, Grandmere would hate me a little more…but hey, she'd have to let me see my kid, right?"

She hadn't thought of that. I mean, sure we'd kind of be using the kid as a pawn in our little game. But what a game it was! "We should look," she whispered.

I glanced over at the sink. "Yeah, probably."

But it was almost like we were cemented to that bathtub. Neither wanted to face the consequences. Neither of us knew what we wanted it to say. If it was negative there would be no more lies to add to our list of them. But if it was positive we'd have a baby. "You know," she started. "Back before we were ever together I thought you'd never love me. I thought you would fall in love with Judith Greshner because she could clone fruit flies."

"Yeah, that does kind of turn me on," I teased.

"But I may have made a copy of you," she said softly. "I would have never thought I could make something even better than a fruit fly."

"Now come on Mia, we haven't met the kid yet. The fruit fly might be cooler," I said putting her hair behind her ears.

She gave me a lopsided smile and stood up. "Well, we aren't getting any younger."

I stood up and took her hand. "Ready?"

"We've put it off too long I think." She lifted up the test with her eyes squeezed shut. "You look."

I looked at the directions. "Blue means no, right?" I said, almost sadly.

She slowly opened her eyes, "Right."

"Then I have to tell you, Mom, that we'll be having a baby!" I said excitedly, psyching her out.

Her mouth dropped in shock. "What? I-I am having a baby?" she asked, instinctively placing her hand on her stomach.

My face exploded into the biggest smile I had ever shown another person. I was going to be a father.

I was going to be a father. Shit. I was going to be responsible for another human being. How was I not going to screw it up? I mean, I don't normally screw things up….but I'm not the best with human relationships. I slid down the tiled walls, having trouble breathing. Mia held the test in her hand and had a conflicted expression. We were both happy that we were having a baby…but at the same time how the hell was this going to work out?

We made ourselves a small dinner and ate in front of her stepfathers' big screen television. She cuddled up to me, and I put my hand on her stomach. "We should make you an appointment with a doctor," I said as we stared at the screen. We weren't really watching the show on the screen. I THINK it was ER, but I could be wrong.

She looked down at my hand placed protectively over her middle. "I'm going to get fat," she complained.

"Your breasts will get soo much bigger," I countered.

"I'll lose my sex drive," she replied to tease me back.

"Good because I'll be in New York," I said back to her.

She bit her lip. "It'll work out, right?"

We stared at one another for a few minutes then I finally broke the silence, "Of course baby. We'll work it all out so don't worry your head about it, okay?"

Her lower lip was quivering. "I've NEVER felt so confused in my entire life. I'm happy, but I'm sad. I'm terrified of having to explain it to Grandmere and of having to force something the size of a watermelon out of a hole the size of a lemon!"

I tightened my arm around her and kissed her forehead. "Mia, your body is supposed to do that." The words made sense, but the whole birthing thing still seemed a little alien to me. It doesn't seem natural for a person to come out of another person. But she couldn't know that. "You'll be fine. Your mom did it, mine did it…they did it multiple times."

"I'm gonna be so fact and Grandmere is gonna be pissed. She's going to disown me!"

I didn't have anything to say to that. "Maybe we should keep this quiet for awhile…" I whispered.

She nodded. I hadn't realized she had started to cry. "I don't want to lose you or our baby, I mean, think about it Michael…we have a family now," she whispered.

I stared at her stomach. We did have our own little family. Strange thing isn't it? Twenty four hours before I was thinking about how great it was going to be to spend a few weeks in my and Mia's favorite playground; New York City. I was thinking the next big thing that would happen to me would be when we finally got married. But no…we were going to be parents.

We were going to be parents. Holy shit. Someone will be calling me Dad. Not Michael. Not Moscovitz. But Dad. Maybe Daddy?

I left before her family came home. I was on cloud nine, we both were. We both couldn't believe that this was happening to us, but we were happy. It felt normal. Natural that we'd be having a baby.

So natural that things would simply fall into place, right?