It's been two weeks since every one found out about our news, and since then she has been finding ways to avoid everyone aside from me. I'm glad that Fi hasn't tried to accuse me of telling everyone, I am glad that she understood that Sam guessed then blabbed that to everyone. She knew that it was a matter of time before it happened anyway.

She has finally agreed to let Sam come over tonight, but mainly because he has a client and she wants to help. We aren't going to tell her that she can't because she would most likely shoot us if we did that, but we are going to make sure that she doesn't try to do anything too crazy, which we almost know that she will.

"Fi? Are you ready yet? Sam was expecting us five minutes ago!" I called from the head of the stairs trying to get her to hurry up. She decided that she wanted to curl her hair this morning, but didn't make the time to do so.

I heard a groan, "You know what? You go without me. I don't feel like going anymore." she said as I heard something being thrown across the room and her stomping to the bed. Oh. Great. What is going on now? Sam is probably going crazy with how late we are.

"Fiona. What is wrong? You were very animate about wanting to go talk to this client!" I said walking back into the loft finding her half naked looking through a magazine sprawled out on the bed, her curled hair pulled back into a ponytail.

She shrugged, "I don't feel like it anymore. Is that so hard to believe? I think I'm going to go looking for things for the baby. Did you know we can buy a bullet resistant crib? Now I'm going to want that in a different color." she mused looking closely at the page. I looked at the cover I didn't recognize the title but it's some woman's gun magazine. That is definitely something Fi would do. Shop for the baby in a gun magazine.

I walked over to her and pulled the magazine out of the way. "Fiona, I know that there is something going on. You were looking forward to this up until you started to get dressed. What is going on?" I asked her trying to figure out what is going through her hormone filled head.

She looked at me like I was crazy. "There isn't anything wrong. I just decided that I need to start shopping for the baby." she said taking her magazine away from me and starting to look at the crib again. "Now this would look good in a light blue, don't you think?" she asked me showing me the picture.

I again pushed it out of the way. "Fi, if you don't tell me what's bothering you then I'm not going to be able to help you and that could become a problem, and you know that." I told her. She is the one that is always saying that we need to communicate better, and now that I'm wanting to communicate she has no desire to.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Michael, Sam is most likely getting a little trigger happy. You're twenty minutes late, and with everything going on I don't think that is a good idea." she told me. It almost sounds like she's trying to get rid of me.

"Fiona. I am not going to leave here until you tell me what's wrong." I firmly stated to her making it clear that I want to help her.

She got up and walked to the refrigerator. Pulling out a carton of yogurt she came back to sit down on the bed. "Michael, it is really nothing." she persisted.

I can be persistent too. "Fine if it's really nothing then why don't you come with me?" I questioned her.

Rolling her eyes she started to look at the crib again. "Do you really want to know what's going on Michael? Your not concerned that it's just that I'm tired?" she asked me.

Now we are starting to get somewhere. "Of course Fi. I love you and I want to do everything that I can to help you." I reassured her.

She put her yogurt to the side and pushed the magazine out of the way. "When I started to get dressed I couldn't button up the pants I waned to wear. Then I couldn't get my favorite shirt on." she informed me tears started to form in her eyes.

Yes, this is definitely the hormones getting the better of her. "Aww, Fi, you knew that this was going to happen sooner or later didn't you? I mean you've stayed so small for the last five months." I said trying to make her feel better.

She nodded her head, "But now that I can see that there really is a growing living baby inside of me it all feels real now, honestly I'm scared, and you know that I don't get scared very easily." she said leaning her head onto my chest.

I put my arms around her. "It's alright to be scared Fi. I am too. Now why don't I go to the meeting with Sam and you go shopping for some clothes that will fit you better." I suggested to her.

She smiled at me. "Sounds like a plan- but just because I'm not going to the meeting doesn't mean that I can be apart of this job. I want to help with every single part of it." she stated while she got up and got on a loose-fitting dress.

We went our separate ways. When I got to Sam the client was already there. "Mike where the hell have you been? I was about to send out a search party." he said looking in one way relived in another way annoyed.

"Sorry about that. Fi was having some clothing 'issues'." I informed him. Sam laughed, and the client looked at us like we were crazy.