Patrick was in no hurry to quit the FBI. He loved working with his wife every day and wasn't ready to change that. Besides she had no intention of going on maternity leave until she was ready to pop (her words). Patrick was also handling things better now that she was being so careful about field work. Cho was filling the team with competent, good people. Teresa liked them, but it was an adjustment watching someone else leave the office to bust in a door or take somebody down. It was harder if Jane went with them. Although he was now more gun shy than ever, hanging back even further from the action than was his usual habit. After the wedding, before they returned to work they'd had a serious conversation about putting themselves in danger. With a child on the way, they found that they were on the same page about it. Nonetheless Patrick could see Teresa struggle with the change and made sure she talked about it. With his vibrant history of dishonesty and having almost lost her because of it, he was so earnest about them discussing things openly. It meant the world to her, but sometimes was a little annoying. She had her pride just like he did. But even minus the more badass (as Patrick would put it) aspects of the job, she still loved her work. And just as they'd promised each other, she looked on the bright side. Spending more time at the office with Wiley proved to be something she really enjoyed. She started to feel like he was a bonus kid brother. Although he had started spending a little more time in the field he was, as always, indespensable to the team behind a computer. Guilt free junk food snacking during the day was a big bonus too. She always had something open on her desk. Patrick found it amusing to close his eyes while laying on the couch and listen to her munching at her desk.

Pretty soon, they were coming up on the next ultrasound appointment. They hadn't discussed finding out the sex of the baby since the first one. Teresa of course wanted to know, but she could tell something about that initial conversation had bothered Patrick. Things had been busy with work and him starting the remodel on the weekends. And with being so tired in her first trimester she just hadn't found a good time to bring it up again.

After work one night they got tacos at their favorite food truck. It was a lovely night but they sat on a bench only long enough to finish eating. It had been a long day and Teresa went to shower as soon as they got home. Patrick of course put the kettle on first thing. While he waited for the water to boil, he pulled the ultrasound picture from the fridge and just looked at it. A little while later Teresa came back out in shorts and a hoodie, looking as cute and comfortable as ever. Her hair was still damp and she seemed to be revived from a shower. She settled into the couch cross legged and watched him come over carrying his steaming blue tea cup.

"Did you want a cup?" he asked.

"I'm good. Thanks."

He sat down on the couch beside her and took a sip. For a moment he closed his eyes and enjoyed it slowly.

"Good?" She asked when he opened them again.

"Mm hm." Then he put the tea down on the coffee table. "Lisbon, I was thinking."

She was about to reach for the remote, but the way he said it made her stop. Instead she shifted herself on the couch to face him and took his hand. "What's up?"

"You want to know if it's a girl or boy, so I think we should find out. You're the one doing all the work. Plus you hate surprises."

"Yes I do." She smiled. "Thank you. That's sweet. " Then she eyed him. "But there's something else."

He nodded. "I feel like I shouldn't keep it from you."

"Ok."

"I would love to be surprised, but I'm afraid..." He looked away. "I'm afraid if it's a girl that I'll... have a hard time with it." He looked back at her and met her eyes. "And I would want to be past that when the baby comes. You deserve that." He exhaled slowly. She could tell he wasn't done though. "I think if I hadn't lost Charlotte... the way I did, I might've ask you to consider letting it be a surprise." He gave a short nod, indicating that he had said what he needed to.

She squeezed his hand. "Thank you for being so honest with me."

He drew a breath and exhaled slowly again.

"You know," She added as he reached for his tea again. "I'm kinda scared of having a boy."

"Because of your brothers?" he asked.

She nodded.

It was his turn to squeeze her hand. "They're great people." He said.

"I know. It's just..." She didn't continue.

"I know."

She moved over to lean against him. He put the tea cup down and wrapped his arms around her.

"You wanna just go to bed?" She asked. Her voice didn't sound sad, just tired.

"That's a good idea. ...You ok?" He asked, neither of them moving yet.

She kissed his cheek. "I really am."

He smiled and so did she. "Me too."