Cammie woke up the next morning to see her husband packing clothes into a suitcase. Groggily, she sat up and watched him scurry around the room, her hand resting on her belly. "Hey," she whispered gently. "Where are you going?"

Zach sighed and reluctantly turned around. He wasn't sure how to tell Cammie he was going another mission, so the plan was to let her sleep and leave a note explaining where he went to her on their bedside table. It was a pretty douchey move, but Zach figured his pregnant wife would forgive him for that eventually. Of course, that plan flew right out of the window the minute Cammie woke up. He had forgotten how good her hearing was. It was the reason she was the chameleon.

"The director needs me to supervise some newbies bringing back some drug lord in Africa. Simple mission. I'll be back in no time," Zach lied. He felt like shit for lying to his wife's face but knew there was no other option. She wouldn't be able to handle the real story. Her doctor had specifically instructed that they keep Cammie's stress levels down because it could do serious harm to her and the baby. Zach didn't want to risk their lives over this. It was the whole reason he was going off on the mission in the first place: to make sure his family didn't need to be scared of some no good thugs.

"Okay," Cammie replied softly, studying her husband's face carefully. She could always tell when he was lying to her. It was a special skill the spy possessed. Cammie could read Zach Goode like a book, always could and always will. Yet she chose to ignore the nagging voice in her head. Whatever it was, it couldn't be that important. Zach probably just didn't want to freak her out over the details. He and everyone were acting very carefully around Cammie, and she was sick of it. Just because she was pregnant didn't mean she was made of porcelain after all.

"And while I'm gone, Bex and Grant are going to stay here with you," Zach announced. Cammie groaned. "What? What's wrong with Bex and Grant?" he asked, not understanding his wife's mind.

"I'm going to have to listen to Bex and Grant have loud sex every night," Cammie groaned. "And our walls are very thin!" Zach laughed. Cammie did have a point. Those two did it like rampage teenagers. "If they keep up at the rate they're going, our little one will have a friend to play with very soon."

Zach nodded his head in agreement. "How about I have someone go soundproof the guest room so you don't have suffer?" he offered.

Cammie smiled in appreciation. "That would be perfect," she answered. "Now come snuggle with me for a few minutes before you leave!"

Zach was about protest but conceded at seeing his wife's pout. He really didn't want to their kid to inherit it. One person having it in the family was enough. "Fine," he agreed, setting down his suitcase and cuddling up next to Cammie. They laid like that for a few peaceful minutes before the doorbell rang. Zach sprang up. "That's Bex and Grant." He went to answer the door, Cammie watching him walk away.

He opened the door to find, surprisingly, a very energetic Bex and a very sleepy Grant. Zach was confused since it was usually the other way around. Grant usually had to drag her out of bed every morning with force and the promise of caffeine. "Hey, Bex, Grant. How are you guys this morning?" he greeted them warily.

"Great!" Bex replied enthusiastically. "Is Cammie up yet?" she asked.

"No," Zach answered carefully, looking over at Grant, who shrugged. Apparently, he wasn't sure what was wrong with the British bombshell either.

"Well, I go start on breakfast for when she wakes up then." And with that, Bex headed to the kitchen started to get eggs and bread out of the refrigerator. Zach turned to Grant with a raised eyebrow.

"Dude, what's up with Bex this morning? Did you spike her cereal or something?" Zach joked while still being serious. This cheerful, considerate Bex was really starting to creep him out.

"I don't know!" Grant yelled, his voice panicked. "I wake up, and she's up, humming and cleaning our room. Then she made me breakfast, and, get this, didn't have any coffee! None!"

Zach pondered this. "Well, maybe it's some kind of British holiday or something," he guessed.

Grant shook his head. "Nope. I Googled it, and nothing showed up." The two men thought about the situation more until Bex's voice shouted over to them.

"Hey, Zach, want some breakfast before you go?" she asked him. Zach turned to Grant and smiled.

"If you can't explain the behavior, you might as well milk it," he stated before heading back towards the kitchen. Grant shrugged and followed his friend. They went into the kitchen and found Bex with freshly-made French toast sitting on a plate on the counter. Syrup and butter were on the counter.

Bex handed her best friend's husband a knife and fork and said, "Eat up." Zach listened to her and dug in. Grant sat on the couch and turned on the TV, changing it to Sports Center. Bex rolled her eyes but said nothing.

Before they knew it, Zach was done and ready to go. He went and kissed Cammie goodbye, promising to be home soon. Cammie wiped away the tears that had fallen down her cheek. She looked up to see Bex bringing her a tray of food. "Hey, Cammie. Thought you might be hungry," she explained.

"Thanks," Cammie replied. She looked at her friend and noticed that something was different. There was a certain glow to Bex that she couldn't explain. "What's new with you.?"

Bex immediately got nervous. "What are you talking about?" she stuttered.

"The thing you're not telling me," Cammie explained. Bex looked down at her shoes nervously before sighing.

"Fine. I guess you'll find out soon enough," Bex answered. "I'm pregnant."