Six and a half months pregnant. Her stomach has grown rapidly in these last two weeks, and this is driving Fi crazy. I'm actually kind of relieved about this, she stayed so small for so wrong I was concerned about the baby. We're going to her first doctors appointment today and she is looking for a way out of it; not that I blame her.

"Michael! Do you know what I did with that C4 that I got yesterday? I had it right here and it isn't there anymore!" she called for me. Another thing that has been affecting her. She forgets everything. She is constantly forgetting where she puts her keys, her purse, her shoes, and yes her C4. She also forgot to meet my mother for dinner the other night which made mom freak out.

I walked in from the balcony and when to were she put her C4 and gave it to her. "Planning on blowing anything up today my dear?" I asked her with a chuckle.

She shot me a dirty look, "No, but Michael you can never be too sure about anything. For all we know this block of C4 could save our life today. We just don't know." she stated.

I rolled my eyes at her. "We need to get going. This is not an appointment that you can just skip to go shopping. Don't you want to see how the baby is doing?" I asked her.

She crossed her arms, "Well, yes. But I don't see why you can't just take care of me. You've been doing it for the last six months." she stated a little annoyed that I'm making her go.

"Yeah, but Fi, don't you want to have an ultrasound and actually see our baby, hear her heartbeat?" I asked her persuading her to want to go to this.

She sighed, "I guess so. I'd guess we'd better get going then. Oh, and Michael. You are going to deliver Claire. I don't want some stranger to do it." she ordered very persistently.

"We'll see Fi." was all I said for a answer.

When we got back we were both quiet, we thought it felt so real before. That was nothing. We got to see our daughter, and yes Fiona was right, we are having a baby girl. We should be able to feel her move anytime now. It's actually odd that she hasn't already started to move, but she is just like her parents and has a mind of her own.

We agreed to meet up with Sam after we finished up with the doctor. So we made our way to Sam's favorite bar. He had already ordered Fi an iced tea and me a beer. "How it go?" he asked us as we sat down.

Fiona smiled, "She's perfect. We should be able to feel her move any time now." she informed him. For the first time in her pregnancy I saw a certain glow to her, she is finally excited for this baby. I am so glad.

Sam laughed, "Of course she's prefect. Her daddy is the infamous Michael Westen." he said taking a swig of his beer. He then put his hand on Fi's belly, "So has you mommy and daddy found a name for you yet?" he asked the baby.

"Yeah Sam, but if I tell you Fiona will kill me." I informed him.

She looked at us defensively, "What? I want it to be a surprise for everyone. We need more of the good kind of surprises now a days. We don't get enough of those." she stated.

"You got that right sister." Sam agreed with her. Wow Sam and Fiona agreeing on something. I never thought I would see the day.