Chapter 1

"Shit."

He sat up from the bed, walking the short distance to the ensuite door. "What's wrong?"

The door opened slowly, an uncertain look on Sidra's face. Tony tilted his head, confused, until her trembling hand moved towards him. A long, white rod was clutched in her grip. A once-familiar long, white rod he thought he'd never see again. The two distinct lines that appeared only served to force the memory to the forefront of his mind.

Michelle handed the test over to him, her bottom lip between her teeth, but mouth still outstretched in the semblance of a grin.

"Shit." He echoed.

"That's…that's a good thing, right?" His voice shook a little in disbelief.

"Yeah…" Sidra's voice was quiet. He couldn't read her expression. She couldn't read his either. It was as though each were intentionally trying to keep their poker face up.

'Yeah…yeah it is, I think." Michelle laughed weakly. She looked up, to find a nervous but nonetheless excited smile on his face. His eyes were lit up with more love and happiness than she'd seen in a long time. Before their divorce, before prison even. Tony could tell she was pleased, although the anxiety within her definitely seemed to dominate her expression.

"W-wait…how is this possible? We were careful, you were…I was…" He spluttered.

Sidra grimaced. "I may have skipped a pill or two by accident that time we were staking out Shore?"And then when we got him in custody, that Senator gave us the keys to her penthouse?" She smiled sheepishly. "We did get a little carried away that night. Probably didn't help that I downed that bottle of merlot. And as much as we like to joke about how old you are…clearly you're not that old."

He smiled crookedly. "So, uh, what now? We can…or, uh…" Again, he was at a loss for words, not daring to assume what she wanted, not daring to let on his true feelings.

She ran a hand through her hair, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah…when we get back to L.A.…or…unless…" Her voice trailed to silence.

"What do you want to do?" Tony asked softly.

Sidra paused, looking at the floor. The next part came out jumbled, as if she were already expecting to be shut down. "I-it's about both of us. This is a big deal, and we don't have the lifestyle or the-"

"Sidra." He spoke more firmly.

Taking a breath, she spoke evenly. "I…I want to keep it. B-but like I said, I-I get it if you-"

"N-no…I…." He stepped closer, lifting her chin so she could see him. "I think I want to as well." And as Tony said it, he realised it was true.

"Really?" She whispered.

Tony nodded, thumbing over her cheek. "Really."