Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Prison Break or any of its contents. I do not own any of the characters including: Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, LJ Burrows, Sara Tancredi and I think that should be it.

A/N: Chapter 19! Go me! This chapter is very interesting. It contains a pretty good amount of fluff in it and a few different shockers. Well, read it already…lol.

Two weeks later!

-------------------Michael's house------------ (10:26 a.m.) -------------

"…Sara…" Michael whispered extending his hand across the bed, reaching for Sara's tiny frame. He grabbed the blue sheets from the bed when he realized Sara wasn't there. Scofield opened his eyes and scanned the bedroom. There was no sign of Sara.

…Sara…Where did you go? You were right there…or I thought you were right there. Shit, I lost her again. Where would she have run off to? Damn it Michael, you lost her again. Wait, I'm not losing her again. Just get up and look for her. Oh but I'm so warm. Sara…Damn it…I better go and get her…

Michael raised his wary body up from the mattress and began looking around the room for the missing brunette. There was to be no sign of the woman he loved more than anything. His heart began to race as the palms of his hands began to sweat. The thought of Sara going back to her old habits merely crushed the remaining pieces of his heart.

…I have to get her…

Scofield slipped his feet into the black slippers beside his bed and walked out the bedroom door. He wiped his eyes and followed the railing of the stairs. By the expression on his face it was sad, even the once crystal blue eyes grew a worried gray. Thoughts began entering his head faster than a car at the Indy 500. Michael dashed into the kitchen to find Sara sitting on a bar stool eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's.

"What's wrong Michael?" Sara asked giggling in the middle of her spoon full of ice cream which was now all over the counter. She looked at Michael's face then laughed again, this time containing the ice cream from her mouth. "Your face looks like a deer in the headlights, what is going on?"

"…nothing…" Michael said rather short, sitting across the young brunette as he admired the way she ate ice cream. She was very precise as to which bite she would eat next.

"Hun, why are you still in your boxers?" She asked admiring the plaid printed boxers around the waist of the man in front of her.

"…nothing…" He said pouring a cup of coffee as he watched Sara play with her spoon in the mound of ice cream. Scofield added a couple sugar cubes to his coffee followed by a rather large amount of vanilla creamer.

"Do you need that much sugar in a single cup of coffee?" The brunette asked as she grabbed the cup of coffee away from Michael and took a sip. "Gosh, this is like an instant sugar rush. I don't think you need that much sugar in one sitting."

"Thanks mom." Scofield said sarcastically stirring the rest of his coffee created a coffee and creamer tornado in his smiley face cup.

"I'm not your mother because if I was, we would have been taking part in incest last night…" Sara waggled her eyebrows and smiled as she watched Michael merely choke on his coffee at the mere mention of incest.

"…okay…" Michael murmured wiping up the coffee that he spilt. "Why are you eating ice cream for breakfast anyway? I would have made you something or gone out and bought some breakfast…"

"Why can't I eat ice cream for breakfast?" She asked scooping a spoon full of ice cream onto her spoon and feeding it to Michael. He looked back at Sara and chuckled.

"Because you have some right…here…" Scofield said wiping the small bit of ice cream off Sara's chin and wiping it on a paper towel near his cup of coffee. Sara smiled and continued to eat the rest of her ice cream.

"We need to go shopping today Michael. The cabinets are looking pitiful and I need to pick up a few things…" She informed Michael tossing her spoon into the sink and throwing away the empty ice cream container.

"Okay." Michael said as he watched Sara wrap her skinny arms around his neck, tickling the side of his neck. "What was that for?" He asked confused by Sara's action.

"Hey guys, since you're going to the grocery…can you pick me up a bottle of Jim Beam…" Linc asked tiredly looking into the eyes of his younger brother.

"Sure." Sara said looking at Linc then shaking her head. "Is there anything else you need while we're out?"

"No." Burrows stated grabbing the milk out of the fridge pouring a glass on the island. "Will you two 'love birds' get a room…"

"If you say so…" The young brunette said grabbing Michael's hand and leading him upstairs. Michael followed his girlfriend up the stairs and into his bedroom. He sat down on the bed, laying on his side, as he watched Sara get ready for the grocery store visit.

"Sara, I can see your…" Scofield paused as Sara shut the door. He sat up from his horizontal position and walked over to the bathroom door. Michael gently opened the door as he looked at Sara from the mirror. Gently, he walked up behind her placing his big hands on her hips as he sat his head against hers.

"…stop…I actually have to get ready young man…" Sara said turning her body around and pushing Michael away from her body. She watched as Michael frowned and left the room as if he were a little kid again. "That's very funny Michael."

-------------Grocery Store---------------- (12:07 p.m.) -----------------------

Michael began pushing the cart as Sara followed her grocery list and placed everything in the cart. He watched Sara's every movement as if she were a work of art. To him, she was a work of art. Nothing could ever add up to her, not money nor could god himself break them apart. Occasionally Sara would look over at Michael and they would smile at each other. Scofield followed the beautiful brunette go down aisle ten.

"Wait! Do we actually have to go down this aisle…?" Michael asked looking at the rows of feminine products with deep fear in his eyes.

…Fear…This would definitely be your fear Michael…everywhere. I never knew there were this many…holy crap. Some are in pink boxes, some in purple…damn…

"If I'm going to live with you…then yes I'm going to need these…" She said throwing a box of tampons into the cart. "Calm down Michael, your face is turning completely red sweetie."

"Well, what if I took you to an auto store…wouldn't you feel awkward…?" Scofield asked looking up and down the aisle, awaiting his pain to be over.

"No, I think I would feel more bored than anything else…" Sara said giggling at the sight of Michael in the corner of her eye.

"…yeah…" The tattooed man said trying to keep the sweat from piling up on his forehead. He looked to the right and saw rows and rows of tampons.

…Holy crap, there are more of these things. Some have flowers on the box, others don't. How do you even decide? Wait, how do you know what kind to get? Never mind, I'm probably better off not knowing the answer to these questions…

Sara looked over at Michael and continued to laugh. She threw a blue box into the cart and began pulling the cart from the front end but was unable to. The expression on Michael's face was completely indescribable. Sara could tell by his face that he was confused yet content.

"Alright, your torture is over Mr. Scofield…" She informed the tattooed man in the aisle. "Can we go now or are you going to stay here and stare at tampons all day?"

"But how?" Michael questioned looking down into the cart at the pregnancy test that Sara threw into the cart. His face went from a mere red to a more shocked white. He looked at Sara then back at the test in the cart.

"Well you see sweetie, when two people love each other very much…" She began laughing at the expression on Scofield's face. Sara walked up in the middle of Michael and the cart then wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't worry about it, it's probably only a scare…don't get weird on me."

"This could be serious Sara…" Scofield began sweating as the thought of having a child filled his head in many different directions. "How late are you?"

"…three weeks…" She whispered placing her head beneath his, closing her eyes and cuddling up under his chin.

The entire grocery trip was spent in mere silence. Sara began checking off her list as Michael slowly pushed the cart behind her. They paid for their groceries and got inside Michael's new land rover. Ordinarily Michael wouldn't allow Sara to eat in his car but he was too frazzled to even care.

"…I'm eating in your truck…" Sara said waving a French fry in front of his face.

"…" Scofield said nothing as he pulled into the parking lot of the beach house.

-----------------------Michael's house-------------- (9:48 p.m.) ------------------------

Sara sat on the tub rim as she stared at the pregnancy test on the counter of Michael's bathroom. Her hands were clammy, her hair was a mess and her make-up was running down her face. She looked at the clock and realized she had five more minutes until the fate of her life was decided. Goose bumps filled her arms and legs as the second hand appeared to be moving faster.

…What do I do if this is positive? Me…Dr. Sara Tancredi…with a child? Would I even make a good mother…wait…kids don't even like me? God Sara, what did you do? What did we do? Who knew this was going to happen. Wait, don't be so crazy…I mean it is only a test…hell…I could come out of this and everything be just as normal. You know, this is just a scare…a way of god testing me…

Michael walked inside the bathroom and noticed Sara sitting on the edge of the tub, scared to death. He sat beside her and moved her head against his shoulder. Scofield grabbed both of her hands and began messaging them as the tears streamed down her face, onto his pants.

"Everything is going to be okay either way Sara…" He re-assured the crying woman lying on his shoulder. "Everything is going to be just fine. We're in this together babe."

"…I know…but what if the baby doesn't like me? What would my father say? What would your brother say? What happens if I can't take care of it? What would we do? I'm not even married..." Sara questioned with a worried tone in her voice.

"We'll figure everything out…" Michael said rubbing her back, looking at the clock. "What time are we supposed to look at the test baby girl?" Sara looked at the clock and hid her face in Michael's chest.

"…now…" She whispered as the tattooed man lifted her head away from his chest and smiled.

"Okay, we'll do this together…"

Sara wiped the tears from her eyes with Michael's shirt and gave him a half smile. Michael got up from the tub, helping Sara as well. They walked over to the test and gasped.

-------------End of Chapter------------------------

A/N: Sorry, I had to do it. I noticed the past few chapters haven't left much of a cliff hanger. Although it killed me to write this chapter because if I knew I could even possibly have his baby I would already have bought the crib and toys. LOL, well I hope you liked it and I should have the next chapter up soon to see if there is a little one on the way….REVIEW!