A/N: Alright! Finally an update. This is for all the shotgun lovers. You know who you are. That's about all I have to say today. As always, thanks for reading/reviewing and hopefully, enjoy!

Song for the chapter : "Obsession (I Love You)" by Amiel.

Vince gingerly pulled Tala's hair away from her face, holding it in his hand at the nape of her neck while he waited for her to stop throwing up. He wasn't about to ask if she was alright because she obviously wasn't, but his concern for her well being made him feel sick himself.

Her slight cough echoed around the room and he winced. "Are you finished?" He asked softly.

Tala groaned and sat back, her hand coming up to touch her temple. "I think so." She looked up at him sitting on the edge of the bathtub, sheet wrapped around his waist in place of pants. She had heard him stumble out of bed after hearing her being sick.

Vince stroked her forehead, smoothing the small fly away hairs down. "What's wrong? Food poisoning?"

Tala rinsed her mouth out with the small cup of water he got her and got up to brush her teeth. "Well, you're already sitting down," she mumbled around her toothbrush, "Actually," she said a little louder, clearer. "I'm pregnant."

"You're.." he trailed off, looking down at her slightly curved belly. He loved that curve, loved the way it felt pressed against him, but he only thought she had put on a little weight over the past month or so.. A baby? He blinked rapidly as spots covered his vision, feeling himself waver slightly in his place. Tala's hands grabbed him on his sides, steadying him.

"Vince? Do you need to lie down?"

He looked at her, stunned. "I.. I think I do.." he choked out, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she helped him stand and lead him back to the bedroom. Once he was on his back she started to back away, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Wait," he murmured, eyeing the curve barely hidden by her loose tank top, "Sit." He patted his belly.

Tala slid her knee across his abdomen and settled herself on top of him, tears filling her eyes as his hand edged her top out of the way ever so carefully.

Vince looked up at her, his hand splayed across her caramel skin, thumb stroking the spot just beneath her naval. "My baby is in there.." he stated, awed. "Our baby?"

"Yeah," Tala's hand settled over his larger one, her fingers twisting into his. "The doctor says it was most likely conceived around Christmas time." She really wasn't sure how he was taking the news, his expression so guarded. It was difficult to accurately read Vince when he deigned it necessary to keep his thoughts hidden.

"So you're three months?" he asked quietly, glancing up at her face to see her nod before looking back at the slight bump. "I don't want to be a bad daddy.." he whispered, fear bleeding into his eyes.

Tala's face softened into a tender smile and her hand pressed against his cheek, stroking the coarse stubble on his face.

"Vince, you are going to be an amazing father and don't you let anybody tell you any different. We're not destined to be our parents." She frowned, "At least I sincerely hope we're not!"

That got a smile from him. "I'd shoot you if you started acting like her."

"Put me out of my misery huh?"

Vince chuckled, nuzzling her palm. "Yep."

Tala giggled, squirming when he started tickling her side. "What would you shoot me with?"

He grinned at her lecherously. "With my shotgun." He replied lowly, edging her shirt the rest of the way off. Tala let out a quiet sound, almost a tiny little moan.

"Why does the thought of you being a shot gun toting maniac turn me on?"

He edged her further down his body and sat up, bringing them face to face. "Because you know what I can do with it." He answered wolfishly. Tala tangled her fingers in his hair and brought him in for a kiss.

She pulled away, grinning. "Don't I."

Letty and Tala waved goodbye to Vince after dropping him off at the shop to spend the rest of the day with Leon. They were having a girls day and as far as Vince was concerned he would rather spend his time helping out Leon than wandering around a crowded mall shopping.

"So," Letty started, glancing over at Tala in the passenger seat. "How did it go? He seemed happy."

Tala groaned, dropping her head against the door. "My mother called him a big brawny oaf to his face, then as I was informed later, she also told him that he had no right destroying my life and soiling my good reputation with his presence."

"She did what?"

Tala nodded grimly, then brightened. "Daddy loved him though. He called this morning and talked to him for a while. Things must have gone well because by the end of the conversation he had Vince calling him Dad." She beamed at Letty. "I was hoping they would get along."

Letty grinned. "So things weren't a total loss then, huh?"

"Absolutely not." Tala flicked through the radio stations, "I uninvited mother from the wedding too."

"Are you sure that's wise?"

"Oh she'll try to make my life hell, but she can't exactly do that if I don't speak to her, can she?"

Pulling into the mall parking lot, Letty started to laugh. "That's true." She parked and looked at Tala. "So what's on the agenda today?"

Tala flashed a wad of cash at her. "Vince gave me money to buy something for Imp."

Climbing out of the car, Letty's face showed nothing but confusion. "Imp a cousin of yours?"

"Nope." Tala answered lightly, skipping ahead. Letty shook her head and ran after her, linking arms with the energetic woman just before they reached the doors.

"Well? Who's Imp?"

Tala leaned her head against Letty's shoulder, walking along. "Imp is what Vince and I have decided to call our baby until we find out whether it's a boy or a girl."

Before she could stop it, Letty shrieked, her hand flying over her mouth embarrassed when people turned to look at them. She flushed slightly, but ignored the looks.

"You're pregnant!" she asked in a loud whisper, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Tala's grin widened to the point of cracking her face.

"Uh huh!" She squealed with laughter as Letty's arms wrapped around her and both started jumping up and down.

"I'm gunna be an aunt!" Letty looked at her tummy. "How far?"

Tala touched the still fairly flat area, her stomach fluttering. Her heart swelled so much that she felt like she could burst. "Three months." She looked at Letty, giggling. "Vince, after he wrapped his head around the news, decided that six months is too long to wait."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning he wants his baby now!" She started pulling Letty toward the nearest department store. "I managed to distract him before he could set his mind to that though."

Letty smirked. "You got naked, didn't you."

"I did." Tala's brow quirked as she looked at Letty out of the corner of her eye. "Speaking of nakedness," her tone took on a light, mocking lilt, "Somebody's bow legged." She sung merrily.

Letty threw her keys down onto the bookcase by the door, shrugging out of her jacket. It was almost nine and she was only just getting home from shopping with Tala. The news of the baby had seemed to spur the both of them on, and for the first time, Letty found herself cooing over that tiny little jacket or those cute little pink boots. Both women had spent hours fawning over baby clothes and toys.

All the lights were on, meaning Le was home, and the most delicious smell she had come across all day wafted from the kitchen. Music played in the background, some band she didn't recognise, no doubt something Vince had talked Leon into listening to like he was always doing, and she could hear a low, gravelly voice singing along to the music. She smiled, moving toward the sound. The only one home was Leon as far as she knew and she had never heard him sing like that. He was supposed to be, by admission, tone deaf. Letty grinned. If what she was hearing was tone deaf, she just had to hear Vince sing his heart out. Leon had always hinted that it was one of his musical talents but nobody as far as she knew had ever heard him actually put some effort into it.

She reached the kitchen and peeked inside. There was Leon standing by the oven wearing only a pair of old grey sweats, his hair damp and falling into his eyes, singing quietly to himself. Even from the doorway she could detect the warm, soapy scent of his skin.

"Hey." She greeted from the door. Leon looked up, his eyes dull and tired initially, a small sparkle creeping into them upon sight of her.

He licked some of the creamy sauce from the potato bake he was cooking off his finger. "How was shopping?" he asked. "Find anything?"

Letty could tell he was tired just from his slouched posture, the way his eyes drooped closed every other minute. She shook her head and looped her arms around his neck, dropping a kiss just below his ear and inhaling the scent of soap, shampoo and an earthier fragrance that was purely him.

"Long day, LeLe?"

He chuckled. "I heard about that," he rocked her slightly on the spot. "Couldn't have happened to a better couple."

"Imp's going to be spoilt rotten."

Leon grinned down at her. "Damn straight. Between us, Vince, Tal, her dad and Marcus.."

"Marcus?" Letty grinned, bemused. "As in your boss Marcus?"

Her hands smoothed down his back, rubbing large circles over his velvety skin. That was one of the things she loved about touching Leon. His skin always felt like an impossibly soft suede coat and was usually just as warm as one, a true pleasure to run your hands across. You never tired of the feel of it.

"He loves kids," he replied, leaning heavily against her. "He got more excited about it than I did, I think."

Letty warmed at the thought of the big imposing man melting at the thought of a child. Leon started getting heavier against her and she braced her feet firmly. He's falling asleep on his feet! She realised in shock.

"Babe.. Go to bed."

He jerked slightly, blinking sluggishly. "What?" he looked around. "What about dinner?"

She looked at the oven. "Are you hungry?" When he shook his head, "Then why did you cook?"

"Just because I'm not hungry doesn't mean you're not."

Letty turned him in the opposite direction and pushed him toward the stairs, giving him a swat on the butt. She followed him closely with her eyes as he climbed the stairs just to be sure he didn't fall, then once she was sure he was safely upstairs she went back to the kitchen, turned off the oven and went up to their room.

The scene she walked in on melted her. Leon was half sprawled across the end of the bed in his boxers, his cheek resting on Winter's side with his hand curled beneath her head, cushioning it. Both were snoring lightly and out for the count. Spreading a blanket over the two of them, Letty gave both a kiss on the head and flicked off the bedside light. Her hand brushed over Leon's hair, her lips almost touching his ear.

"Love you, Le." She pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist. "Sweet dreams, baby."