(Ok, this is kinda based from my sisters pregnancy, which we all suffered through, and everyone who came into contact with suffered, and when we went to the airport we suffered. Hope you enjoy.)

It'd been four monthes since he'd been home.

Four monthes since he had gotten the call at some God aweful hour in the morning, four monthes since he'd gotten to talk to her on the phone.

After a three hour lay over in Cairo, a seat between two missionaries who were bound and determined to convert him. Hoot was thrilled when they thought he didn't speak English.

The southern slang came in handy so many times.

All four Delta's got to fly home together.

Lambross had to be carried off the plane. "I told him not to mix Vodka and Bennadryl," Sanderson complained as he wheeled Lambross through the packed airport.

Christmas holiday.

Hoot looked over at his friend, "We'll leave'is ass here."

Rodriguez looked to Hoot, "That's cruel."

Hoot rolled his eyes and looked at his watch, two hours late.

"Call her....tell her we have a handicap man with us." Sanderson told Hoot as he gave the fellow man his cell. Hoot nodded in thanks and watched as the fifth Delta wrote across Lambross's forehead with a majic marker, "He's not handicap he's drunk."

Sanderson didn't yell at Paul, instead he asked, "Did she drive Danny's Suburban? Or will we have to grab a cab?"

Paul chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip while he wrote Lambross's phone number.

Meanwhile....

Hotter then hell and bothered as much, Diana shrugged off her winter coat. Standing guard over all the Delta's lugguage.

She swore violently when her purse rang. Drawing looks from around the baggage claim, just as she spotted Lambross's second bag she found the phone.

"Shit! Stupid ass piece of shit," with a look from the lady beside her in a thousand dollar travlers suit Diana asked, "What? Damn it's hot in here! Shit! Aren't you hot?"

The lady shook her head and walked away.

"Bitch," Diana muttered and answered her phone as the bag went around. "Yeah?"

"Hey Darlin, we're here."

"It's about time. How long did it take to go through customs?" She asked, her eyes on the luggage.

"Well if Lambross would have been sober it would have been shorter."

Diana listened but was trying to get comfortable, a wave of naseau swept through her hormonal body, a young teenage girl pointed at her small stomach. In no mood Diana glared and said, "Hold on, sweetie." She spotted a young man grabbing Lambross's bag and yelled at him, "HEY YOU! YEAH YOU! THAT BAG'S MINE BOY! BRING IT OVER HERE BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR ASS!"

The wave of nausea intensified.

She was almost four monthes pregnant, it had been a year since she had married Hoot, he didn't know. It would be a surprise. They couldn't speak to each other while he'd been away this time. The time when she found out and when she went to the doctors, it had been alone.

The kid looked at her and dropped the bag.

Diana glared at him and put the phone back to her ear, "Ok, I'm back, where are you?"

"Hold on," Hoot told her, while Diana took her water bottle from the pile of luggage. It was full of tea. A elderly woman at her side poked her arm, "You shouldn't drink you know."

Diana stared at the woman, while she knew it was the hormones. She knew it was the morning sickness. She knew it was because she was tired, moody, lonely, pregnant, and horny. She couldn't help herself, "Do I look fucking stupid to you?"

Not only was she just showing, Diana had came from work, in scrubs.

"No....but, that isn't moonshine?"

"No it's not fucking moonshine, Jesus Christ woman, do I look like I drink? Are you not hot? It's like a fucking sauna in here!" Diana then began to unwrap the scarf from her neck and dropped it on her coat. With a deep breath she tried to calm herself down, when that didn't work she took another drink of tea. When the lady reached out Diana smacked her hand away, "Touch my stomach and I'll break your hand."

In a mood Diana then asked, "Why the fuck do people insist on touching stomachs? If I weren't pregnant would you be touching my damn stomach."

The lady shook her head and smiled, "No. But your carrying a new life inside of you, it's a miracle."

Diana narrowed her eyes and held her hand protectively over her stomach. "Oh my God your one of them." She then yelled into her phone, "Hoot!"

A moment earlier....

The four sober Delta's looked over the packed baggage claim.

Cell phone in hand Hoot groaned inwardly. Rodriguez looked around, "Well the first one to find her rides shotgun."

Sanderson yawned and ignored the remark. It'd been a very long day, longer then he wished to admit. His eyes scanned the baggage area and spotted scrubs, blue scrubs. The woman pulled her scarf off and turned slightly to the side, she was pregnant.

It was Diana. Sanderson looked to Hoot and assumed he knew, "You didn't tell me she was pregnant."

"What?"

Hoot looked to where Sanderson pointed and saw his wife, his pregnant wife.

A look of shock, wonder, love and bewilderment came over his face. For a moment Hoot felt weightless. Sanderson watched a broad smile grow over Hoot's face, then watched his friend make his way over to his new wife. While she smacked the hand of a old woman aside and yelled in her cell phone. Diana held her hand protectively over her stomach and stepped over the pile of luggage.

Hoot ran to his wife and tentively touched her shoulder.

Diana turned quickly, both her hands quickly covered her stomach. For a moment she appeared to be afraid but relaxed when Hoot hugged her. He kissed her then he touched her small stomach, grinning like a little boy.

"I think Hoot'll wanna ride up front." Sanderson told the two Delta's who drew on Lambross's still form, and took his wallet. Rodriguez took all the cash out and set it back in Lambross's pocket. "That's wonderful, let's go buy balloons!"

Sanderson made a face and looked back to the new parents. Hoot dropped onto his knees and kissed her small stomach. He slid his hands under her shirt and felt the small rise under her skin. Just as a security officer came over to them and asked, "Ma'am, we have recieved several complaints about you."

Hoot grinned up at the officer, "She's pregnant!"

"That's wonderful sir, Ma'am I'll need to see some i.d."

"She's my wife. She's pregnant! With my baby. She's gonna have a baby, a baby, my baby!" Hoot beamed proudly.

The officer rolled his eyes, "Sir, it's been a really long night."