Riddick came up to the apartment number noted on the piece of paper in his hand, and took a deep breath, grabbing a shiv out of his pants. He kicked in the door, being careful not to kick it off it's hinges and entered the apartment, shiv's blazing. He glanced around, his eyes lighting on Jack who stood in the corner of the room, putting books up in a bookcase. Her back was to him, and she was looking over her shoulder, her eyes wide. She dropped the books in her hands.

"Riddick?" She whispered softly, turning her upper body just a bit more.

"Why the fuck are you here Jack?" He growled, closing the door behind him. "Who's here with you?"

Jack turned around, and walked towards the kitchen, keeping her back to him.

"They sent me away, you gave them enough money for me to have my own place... and... I'm here by myself of course." She paused. "Wait! What did you call me?"

Riddick smiled, walking towards her. "Jack... I called you jack... Jaquetta Kyra Marx isn't it?" He grabbed her shoulder, whipping her around to face him. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me it was you? Why the FUCK did you let me do that too you Jack? Why the..." He stopped, looking down. Jack's once flat stomach was now protruding so much that it was pressed up against his crotch.

Riddick glanced down, then back up at her face.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked, none softer than he'd been yelling. Now he was worried. What could have made her stomach expand like that?

Jack looked up at him, studying his face. Slowly she began to laugh.

"Jack! Kyra! I'm serious! What's wrong?" She laughed more, shaking her head.

"Riddie... I'm pregnant... Seven months." Riddick froze. Pregnant meant babies. Babies meant kids. Kids meant a family. Riddick took a step back.

"Is it mine?" He growled, raising his goggles. Jack rolled her eyes.

"No Riddick. It's the boogeymans. Riddick! Who was with me seven months ago...every night... for a MONTH? Ding, ding ding! You win! Yes it's yours!" She turned around, heading into the kitchen. Riddick didn't follow. Taking a deep breath he started pacing around the living room slowly. Jack came back a few minutes later and sat on the couch. She leaned back carefully, munching on carrots and peanut butter. Riddick watched her, wrinkling his nose slightly.

"What is it?" His voice was still a growl, but a slightly softer one. Jack rolled her eyes again.

"It's a baby Riddick." Riddick growled, then kicked the couch.

"Dammit Jack! I know that! Is it a girl? Is it a boy?" Jack jumped when the couch moved, glancing up at him, a look of surprise on her face.

"Oh... um... it's a girl." Riddick studied her closely, then walked over and sat down beside her.

"Fuck Jack... You're still a baby... you don't need to be having a baby." Jack looked over at him, she snorted.

"Riddick... you didn't see me as a baby when you were fucking me." He cringed, great...she was pissed.

"Kid... I couldn't get you out of my head. Of course I was going to fuck you. I just didn't know I would fuck it up this bad." He felt a hand on his arm, and he looked up at her face. Jack spoke softly.

"Riddie...baby.. You didn't fuck up. I have someone to love now...someone to love me... I'm not upset, I'm happy." Riddick studied her more, standing up again. He started pacing again, Jack sighed.

"What? Should I give her up? Should I have killed her?" Riddick growled, turning towards her.

"I would have killed you if you had." He kept pacing, his steps getting heavier, louder. Jack turned around, sitting on her knees, leaning against the back of the couch.

"What is it Riddie? What's the matter?" He stopped, looking at her, he rubbed his face.

"You want the baby...you want to love someone... you want someone to love you... Don't you think that someone already loves you?" Jack stopped and studied him, then she spoke softer, slower.

"No baby... I don't think anyone loves me." Riddick turned, stalking towards the door. Suddenly he turned again, stalking back to her. He stood in front of her, grabbing her under the arms, lifting her up so her swollen belly was pressed against his, and they were face to face. He brought his hand up, brushing her hair back from her face.

"Dammit Jack... I love you... don't I count?" He watched as Jack eye's got huge. She swallowed, it took her a moment to find her voice.

"You love me?" Riddick rolled his eyes.

"Yes.. I do...I love you." She pushed his chest, huffing softly.

"Then dammit! Why didn't you ever TELL me?" Riddick blinked.

"I thought you knew! Well I thought Jack knew...I mean...I know I never told Jack nor Kyra... but I mean...you knew didn't you?" Jack blinked.

"Riddick... I am Jack... I am Kyra...if you didn't tell either of them, then how am I supposed to know?" He growled, a very frustrated growl.

"Dammit this is confusing." Jack laughed softly, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

"Can I sit down? Your daughter is pressing herself into my spine and its making sitting this way hurt just a little." Riddick glanced down at the belly pressing against his, he glanced up at Jack's face, then back down at her stomach.

"Can I...touch...it?" Jack studied his face, this was softest she had ever heard him speak.

"Do you mean my tummy?" Riddick nodded slowly. Jack smiled. "Yes, you may touch my tummy." Riddick reached out a hand slowly, running it along the side of her stomach softly. The skin was so taunt, stretched so thin. A pregnancy lasted nine months didn't it? How was her skin going to stretch any more to accomadate the baby? He continued rubbing softly, suddenly he felt something bump against his hand, he quickly looked up at Jack. She simply smiled.

"That's the baby, she's kicking...she can feel you rubbing." Jack shifted her weight from one knee to the next, it was getting increasingly difficult to sit like this, but she liked that Riddick was rubbing her stomach, rubbing their baby.

Riddick noticed her shifting. "Shit Jack...I'm sorry, sit down... you need help? You okay?" Jack studied his face then burst out laughing. She pulled back, swinging her belly around, then slid down on the couch, relaxing slowly.

"When did you get soft Riddick?" Riddick snorted.

"I'm far from soft Jack... you know that." He moved around, sitting beside her. She glanced at him, studying his face for a moment. Slowly she leaned over, resting her forehead against his neck, her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes.

"I missed you so much Riddie..." He slowly slid his around her, like he held her when she slept.

"You did?" He spoke as soft as he could, gazing down at her relaxed form laying against him, he cautiously reached his hand out, laying it on her stomach. She mmed softly, then nodded.

"I did... it was so hard without you... thank you for reserving me..." She snuggled closer. "I love you..." Riddick looked down at her face. She loved him? He shouldn't be surprised, She told him on the skiff that he was the entire reason that she got passage on the Hunter-Gratzner.

"Want to go lay down in your bed? I'm awfully tired..." She pulled her head away from his chest, her face screaming that she was tired. She nodded slowly. She stood, with assitance from his hand, then went around turning off the lights. She went in one of the back rooms, not bothering to turn on the lights, then slowly pushed her sweats off and pulled her shirt off over her head, climbing in to the giant king size bed that the brothel had provided. Riddick followed, stripping and climbing into the bed as well. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. She kissed his chest, then rolled with his back to him. He snuggled against her back, resting his hand on her stomach, kissing the back of her shoulder. He began rubbing her tummy softly, and within minutes her breathing evened out and she completely relaxed. Riddick rested his forehead against her back, lost in thought.