Ben and Betty felt they were in the loop at Grid Battleforce. Since their promotion, they had access to all classified information, including anything Ranger related. It was necessary for their work. They knew who the Rangers were, their families, their powers, their strengths and weaknesses. They even felt like they were started to really become friends with them.

However, they felt very out of the loop when that morning, Kelly and Sarah walked in with a woman in tow who looked like she belonged in a prison cell or passed out in a dirty motel bathroom instead of at Grid Battleforce. Kelly offered to walk the woman down to the laundry department while Sarah walked up to the front desk to sign her in and collect her things. It didn't take Ben and Betty long to put two and two together.

"That's your mother?"

"Genetically speaking," Sarah nodded her head and the siblings understood.

"I can tell why you don't have a relationship with her," Betty said. "She looks… rough."

Ben gave Sarah Kathryn's ID badge and a couple sets of uniforms.

"Restricted access," he informed her. "Laundry room, cafeteria, showers and hospital."

"And the cameras outside her room will record if she leaves in the middle of the night," Betty added. "You have 24/7 access to her whereabouts."

"Thanks," Sarah said.

"So, this is happening. You're really going to be a mom," Ben said with some excitement. Sarah nodded her head.

"In about four months time."

"Four months?" Ben and Betty cried out, causing Sarah to chuckle.

"That was our reaction at first too," Sarah said. "But once it set in, we realized it's a good thing she's already that far along. Means we'll have to put up with her bullshit for less time."

"But if she's… you know," Betty said and made a motion that looked like she was putting a needle in her arm, "Is the baby…"

"A little small for her stage of development," Sarah said. "The doctor wants to keep a very close eye on Kathryn throughout the pregnancy to make sure that's not a thing, but she said otherwise, the baby looks good. She said we aren't out of the woods yet but she's pretty happy with what she sees so far."

"That's good," Betty smiled.

"Kathryn stayed clean while she was pregnant with me… mostly," Sarah said. "I really hope that won't change."

"You're doing everything you can," Ben reminded Sarah.

There was a pause in conversation. Sarah looked to Kathryn's things, knowing she would have to see her at least once more today before she could move on with her day, but she wasn't ready just yet. As thrilled as she was at the thought of having a baby, having Kathryn in her life, even temporarily, was hard. It was a reminder of all the ways Kathryn had failed her, either by not providing the care she needed, not showing up when she was needed, or showing up when she wasn't wanted.

Sarah wouldn't let her baby feel that way. Ever.

"So…" Betty said, wanting to break the awkward silence. "Four months to go… that's not a long time. Do you… uh… did you want to know if it was a boy or girl or doing the as long as the baby is healthy thing."

"The risk of the baby not being healthy is… really high," Sarah said. "Kelly and I feel kind of powerless there so when the doctor said we could find out, we wanted to know."

Betty's eyes lit up and she leaned forward against the desk, "Are you telling people? You'll probably want to tell your family first, of course but…"

"We'll share with everyone once we tell our families back home everything," Sarah nodded.

"A hint," Betty asked. Sarah shook her head. Betty leaned forward a little more, propping herself up on the desk at this point. "Just the smallest clue. We won't share, right Ben?"

"Betty…" Ben sighed, looking a little embarrassed for her.

"If I were to get you a congrats on having a baby present, what colours should I look for?"

"Colour has nothing to do with gender," Sarah smirked. "But Kelly and I wouldn't mind pink or green."

"Pink? A girl?"

"Pink and green, Betty," Ben said. "Those are their Ranger colours."

"Is that… No… that's not… are you…"

"After I tell my uncle and Aaron… and my friends," Sarah said as she grabbed Kathryn's things and walked away from the desk.

"You wouldn't paint a boy's room pink," Betty called out.

"You don't know what I'd do," Sarah shrugged. "Traditionally, pink was a masculine colour. Maybe I'm a traditional kind of girl."

Betty shook her head. Sarah wasn't traditional. Not as far as she knew anyway. Was she traditional enough to associate pink with girls and blue with boys? Was she forward thinking enough to surround her son with enough pink to teach him that colour and gender were independent?

"I need to know!" Betty called out, but Sarah was already gone.