Hi guys, so even though I'm a little baffled, people like this fic and I'll be carrying on with it. It's so weird to write Claudia as a thirty-year-old but I hope I've done it justice and that though she's matured, she's still the Claudia we know and love. Tell me what you think! Enjoy :)

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Three days had passed and Leena was still late. When she woke up, she knew that a) she was freezing, and b) she needed to pee, really, really badly. The first thing in her mind was the tests and she shook her wife awake, much to Claudia's dismay. "Leamme 'lone!" the woman grouched from under their duvet and curled herself up.

"Claud…"

"It's too early!" she huffed, kicking her legs. To be quite honest, she had no idea what time it actually was, but it felt too fucking early.

"Claudia, I have to pee!" Leena's tone was desperate, and soon the fog began to clear.

"Pee?" The duvet was thrown away and Claudia sat up in bed hastily, rubbing her eyes. "I'm awake."

"Good…" Leena jumped out of bed. "Cause I can't hold on much longer!" She crossed her legs and crab-walked to their en-suite where she frantically grabbed a sterile cup, unwrapped it and promptly relieved her bladder.

Claudia followed suit with the bag of pregnancy tests until they were both huddled, shivering next to the shower. "Claudia?" Leena was pissed. She sounded pissed.

"Yeah…"

"These are ovulation strips." the innkeeper was growling, still half asleep but understandably grumpy.

"Are you kidding me?" Claudia snatched the box and slapped her head in frustration. "Oh crap…"

"How can you even…" Leena shook her head and pointed to the box. "Ov-u-lation. How the fuck did you not know?"

Claudia smacked her lips sleepily and grumped, "You try buy pregnancy tests in Univille next time. Then you'll know how it feels."

Leena put up a hand and pinched her nose. "We're not fighting." she took a breath. "It's okay. If it's positive, something's going on right? That's what I read." She looked at her wife. "Right?"

"I don't know!" Claudia shrugged. "Wait, really?"

"Oh god, why am I even married to you?" Leena groaned. "Okay… let's do this."

"Wait," Claudia shoved an arm in front of her as she remembered and smiled. "Back in a second."

Leena rolled her eyes and watched Claudia dash out, then turned back to the cup and dipped two ovulation tests into it.

When she came back, Claudia was wrapped in a fluffy dressing robe and two boxes in her hands "I umm… I kinda got these."

Leena looked at the two pregnancy tests in Claudia's arms and let out a wide smile "You are insufferable," she chuckled. "When did you get those?"

"Yesterday, at the drugstore" Claudia mumbled. "I bought some Calgel for Lil"

"And you got these?" Leena grinned at the two digital tests.

"Turns out using a baby to buy family products makes things a little easier. Still embarrassing though."

The innkeeper gave an incredulous shake of the head and pulled Claudia forward for a kiss. "Sorry…"

"It's okay," Claudia licked her lips. "Sorry for using Lil as test bait."

Leena laughed and unwrapped the first test. "I don't think Lillian really gives a damn." She dipped the pregnancy stick into the urine, waited around 20 seconds and took back to cap it up.

"You are far too comfortable doing that," Claudia grumbled jealously.

Leena shrugged with a hint of sadness. "I've had a long life."

Claudia bit her lip, immediately regretting the snark. Leena never let on about past loves apart from Melissa and the odd teenage fling and though it wounded her at times, she respected her wife's privacy. She also guessed that Leena had some sort of haunted past. "Sorry…" She opened her robe and wrapped the rest of it around Leena too, happy at the soft giggle from the woman. "You wanna talk about it?"

"Not now…" Leena shook her head and watched the timer start up. Blink. Blink. It went on for minutes and Claudia heard the inhale of breath in front of her and rubbed gently on Leena's rib. Soon, the innkeeper broke away and began to pace, rocking back and forth on her heals in trepidation. They stared at the test flickering away as if it had no idea what it was putting these two women through.

Pregnant.

Claudia didn't think she could remember anything. She couldn't remember how to breathe, she had no idea what her name was. All she saw right now was the word, and that inside Leena right now was a tiny, tiny little baby with half her genes. Her child. She was having a child. She heard a squeak and looked next to her to see Leena holding her mouth, her eyes wide in shock. "You did it…" Claudia said quietly after clearing her throat. She picked up the stick and peered at it. 3+. That meant weeks, right? Weeks…

Leena's face wore no expression. Okay, her eyes were wide with shock but that was it. She sniffed and pulled Claudia to her, hugging her tightly. Claudia's grin was wide and she rubbed her back, then heard the hysterical giggle from over her shoulder. "You okay?" she chuckled and looked at her wife who was now holding onto the pregnancy test for dear life. Leena nodded and tried to hold in another laugh but it was impossible. She laughed so hard that after a few minutes her ribs were sore. "Leena…" The innkeeper waved her hands in front of her face to stop the tears of laughter once she'd calmed down. Claudia's hands settled on her hips. "Woah there, Woody Woodpecker," she grinned. "Breathe…"

"We're having a baby," it came out more as a question and Leena's lip quivered.

"We are." Claudia took advantage of their almost identical height and closed the small amount of distance to peck her lips. Slowly, she bent down and knelt on the floor, then slowly peeled up Leena's sleeping t-shirt. She looked up, tears brimming her eyes. "Hey there little… blob."

"Blob?" Leena's eyebrows raised but her hand never left Claudia's hair.

"Globule?" Claudia winced as her hair was pulled. She giggled. "Dewdrop."

Leena sniffled. "I like that."

"We're not calling our baby Dewdrop." As soon as she said it, the situation began to get a little more settled into Claudia's mind and she covered her mouth. "Oh…"

Leena was ready to burst into tears. She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Oh is right."

"You're pregnant." Claudia sat on the floor with a thump, not even caring that it hurt her ass. "I did that… I… I got you pregnant?"

"Are you asking if I've been unfaithful?" Leena said with a smirk. She looked down at the two ovulation strips, bright pink lines, so much darker than the control lines. "Definitely pregnant."

Claudia's mouth dropped open. "You are pregnant." she said slowly. "I got you up the duff.. Bun in the oven… Oh my god." She jumped up. "I… oh my god." She pulled Leena forward and hugged her again, tighter this time, like she was scared of letting her go.

The next day, while everybody was at the Warehouse apart from Myka who agreed to hold back and take care of her daughter , Leena snuck off to the medical center and met Claudia half way. "Ready?" Claudia locked the Prius and watched as Leena approached with shaky legs.

"Yep," Leena nodded. "Hate needles."

"I know," Claudia sniggered and wrapped an arm around her back.

"Where did you say you were going?" Leena smiled as they walked into the clinic.

Claudia snorted. "Told them I was going to the dentist." Leena tutted and announced the appointment and was told to sit down.

Thirty minutes later and Leena had a little band-aid on her arm as the nurse took the blood vials away for testing.

"We'll call you as soon as they come back, should be around 2-3 hours." the woman said, handing them a pamphlet with contact numbers and more information. Leena nodded hastily, taking deep breaths. "Calm down," the nurse let out a small laugh, "you've got this far already, you've taken a few tests, they're all positive, odds are you are pregnant. Sit tight, okay?"

"Okay," Leena smiled finally, letting out a sigh when Claudia's hand fit into hers. Claudia did her best and tried to keep her wife as calm as possible but it was hard. Leena was so damn excited about the test results knowing that if her own blood told them she was in fact pregnant it would make this all more real.

Claudia and Leena got the call two days later to say that they were indeed expecting, that Leena was six weeks gone and it would be good for them to get in touch with an OBGYN as soon as possible. They were the longest two days that Leena had ever had, and Claudia had to try and keep her wife as calm as she could. And that wasn't easy. For three days they hummed and hawed before coming to a fixed decision. "Artie?" Claudia sighed at the old man who was fast asleep in his office chair. She shook him awake. "Artie?"

"Wh…what?" He blinked and looked around the room then saw her face and smiled. "Oh! Hello."

"Nodding off on the job, I see," she chuckled and perched on the edge of the desk.

"I am 70 years old, I am allowed to catch up on my beauty sleep," He noticed the woman fidget, her hand playing with a pen with a small torch on the end. "What's up, kid?"

She smirked and shook her head. "You always gonna call me that?"

"Always," he said seriously, "Now come on, spill."

"I umm…" she sat up straight and rubbed her face. "Artie, can you ask Vanessa to come by the inn later?"

He frowned and rubbed at his chin. "Everything okay? Is it Lil? Is she sick?" Claudia bit her lip and shook her head. "Leena?"

"In a sense," Claudia groaned. "Artie, Leena's pregnant." She heard the hitch in Artie's breath and squinted her eyes shut.

"What did you just say?" Artie's mouth had dropped and he scrubbed awkwardly at his gray hair.

Claudia opened her eyes and cringed. "Leena's pregnant. We've uhh… we've been trying for a few months, it took so yeah… she's pregnant."

"You…" Artie was completely stumped. "You're having a child together? You're…" he stood up as fast as he could and gave her a hug. "This is unbelievable!"

"You're telling me," Claudia smiled with a shake of the head. "So yeah… we kinda need our trusty old Warehouse doctor to help with all the crazy."

He sat back down, dumbstruck. After a slightly awkward silence he looked up. "It's yours, isn't it?"

Claudia swallowed harshly. "Am I in trouble if it is?"

"No," Artie shook his head. "Well you should be, but I'm not saying anything," he laughed. "Just as long as Mrs. Frederic doesn't find out, I think you're fine."

"She knows," Claudia mumbled.

"She does?" Artie's mouth was wide with shock. His frame was thinner than it had been previous years as age caught up to him, but those eyes were just as friendly when they wanted to be, and now he was positively glowing with happiness.

The redhead nodded with a smile, "She's known for a while. I just… I guess I'm a little freaked."

Artie sighed and stood up, walking around the chair she'd perched herself on until he reached his little kitchen and took out some chocolate fudge that had just set in the fridge. "Don't eat them all," he warned as he set them down in front of her. "You'll be fine. I can promise you that much."

Claudia smirked, but happily popped one in her mouth. "And the award for best grandpa goes to Artie Nielsen." She declared and watched joyfully as his face turned and the realisation kicked in. "What? You don't think this kid's gonna call you Artie, did you?"

"I…I hadn't thought about that," he said, suddenly becoming very quiet, his voice shaky. "She excited?"

"Like a damn Labrador puppy," she smiled fondly. "Anyway…" she clapped her hands together." I'm gonna go for lunch. See you later? With Vanessa?"

"Hmm?" Artie was obviously deep in thought and he nodded his head. "Oh sure, sure… go."

"No more sleeping," she tapped him on the shoulder. "Or at least not at your desk."

"Of course, Ms. Donovan," he croaked back sleepily and rolled his eyes. Artie eased himself up out of his chair and grabbed his walking stick, huffing over to his bedroom.

Claudia watched him and silently followed. "You ever gonna move out of this place?"

"Me?" Artie took off his socks and shook his head frantically. "Oh god no. Never. Could never do that," he insisted.

"And the stairs. You gonna climb them every day even though it's giving you pain?" She rested her arms on the banister, leaning her head against her bicep as she watched him. "Artie, move to the inn."

"What? No!" Artie shook his head. "Someone needs to stay here at all times."

"And you're not the one to do it." Claudia sat down on a chair and cupped her chin with a hand. "Artie…" she sighed. "Pete needs to take over."

Artie flashed a dangerous look over to her. "And what makes you think I can't do this any better than that buffoon?"

"Jeez," Claudia blinked. "Weisfelts really do get meaner as they get older. I'm serious."

"No."

"Yes." Both agents looked over at the source of the voice as Mrs. Frederic stood with a grave expression. She looked almost sorry. "Artie, the regents have discussed it and for your own safety, we think you need to take up residence at the inn. It'll be better for everyone."

"I'm fine!" Artie grumbled.

Claudia pointed to the scrape on his head from a recent fall. "I'm sorry… Really, really sorry but you're not fine. Artie, it's just not safe anymore." The man peered down at his uncovered feet and let out a defeatist sigh. It was one of the most heartbreaking things to watch, Claudia decided. The Warehouse was Artie's baby, but truthfully, he just wasn't up to snuff. "You know what this means though, right?" She wrinkled her nose. "You know how kids are banned from the Warehouse, right? And that… you know how much Lil loves you, and our little dude or dudette will love you?" A tiny smile formed at the corner of the old man's mouth, but his eyes twinkled with tears. She moved over and gripped his hand. "Pete's already said yes… and he promises to be good, and not touch things and not be a putz. This is for you, Artie. You still work here, you still get to do what you do here, but during the day, when there are people around."

"He'll always be a putz." Artie shrugged but tilted his head to the side. "I'll think about it."

"Good," Claudia smiled and gripped his hand harder.

"Why'd you have to grow up so damn fast, huh?" He asked sadly.

She shrugged. "I dunno… Personally, I think it's all your fault." She suddenly looked over at Mrs. Frederic who stood with her arms crossed. "You agree right? All your fault?" Irene simply rolled her eyes at the woman, attempting to hold back the smirk when she heard Artie's jubilant chortle. He loved their quirky little interactions, and was glad that Claudia was basically the only one who could speak to her that way. "Anyway," Claudia took a breath. "I'm going for lunch, you wanna come? Leena's doing a whole crazy salad and cold meat spread. Should be yummy…"

He frowned at her, squinting through his eyes."You twisted my arm," he sighed finally and put his socks back on before they helped him down the stairs towards the umbilicus.