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Jeremy choked on the bite of an apple that he had just swallowed. "W-what did you just say?" he coughed, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"Aw, c'mon, Redbird, I know you heard me," she growled crossly.

"I did, b-but... are you sure?"

"If I'm not pregnant, I'd like to know why I spent all morning barfing... and last night... and fifteen minutes ago. You know, the crap really should be called all damn day sickness."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn't restrain a soft chuckle.

"Then I got all choked up when someone spilled milk in a commercial. Aaaand I'm late."

"For what?" he asked, half a second before he realized what she meant. "Oh! For... that."

Blaise rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall. "I took the test four times. If that doesn't confirm it, I don't know what does."

Jeremy bit his bottom lip and contemplated for a moment. "What does this mean?"

Blaise's feet suddenly became very interesting. She stared downwards as she traced circles on the floor with her toe. "I dunno," she mumbled. "What do we do from here? I kinda called quits on whatever we were but this may put a damper on that plan."

Jeremy opened the door to leave the precinct. "Why don't we talk someplace more private? We can go to my apartment."

Blaise thought it over for a moment. "Whatever." Jeremy took that as a positive answer and unlocked his vehicle.

The ride to his apartment passed in an uncomfortable silence other than the rhythmic tune of Blaise's fingers tapping impatiently on the seat armrest.

He parked in front of his apartment complex and turned off the ignition. The metallic sound of his keys broke the silence. "Here we are," he said quietly.

"Yep." Blaise opened the car door followed him inside the complex. She felt like she was entering a home she hadn't set foot in for years, although it had only been merely two weeks.

He unlocked his door and closed it behind them after she entered. Blaise shrugged her jacket off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Jeremy picked it up and draped it over the back of a chair.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"Aw, don't be so civil! It's not like it's my first time in your apartment." Blaise opened the fridge. "Ugh, I wish I could have something unhealthy." She opened a bottle of water and plopped down on the couch.

Jeremy took a seat beside her. "Have you been to a doctor yet?"

"Nah. I only found out two days ago. I guess I need to do that... but I don't really wanna sit in a clinic watching people go googoo over parenting magazines."

"Does anybody at work know?" There was a brief moment of silence that only proved that the answer was "yes."

"I told Mal... he was demanding to know what was wrong.. I made him swear not to tell anyone yet."

"Sooner or later everybody will find out. Especially Anders." Jeremy couldn't help but feel a little let down that she had told Mal before announcing the news to him.

"Do we have to mention him?" Blaise groaned. "I don't wanna think about Lieutenant Grouch right now."

"Blaise, you're gonna have to tell him pretty soon. You shouldn't work in the field when-"

"I know, I know. I can't shoot things or punch faces... or walls... for the next however many months." Blaise rested her feet on the coffee table. "I was kinda wanting to know what we'll do." She made a vague gesture with her hand.

"What do you think we should do?

She was silent for a moment. "I don't know." She played with the belt loop of her jeans. "I really, really don't know."

Despite her rough and tough style and personality, she liked children but never planned on having them because of the challenges tied to her job. She never wanted to bring a child into the broken and messed up world.

Blaise cleared her throat and continued. "I don't think I can just... get rid of it though. It's just..." She mentally kicked herself when she felt a lump rising in her throat. "I never expected this to happen." She cleared her throat. "God, I'm starting to sound like a pregnant teenager."

Jeremy touched her arm. "Blaise... it's alright to get scared about something like this."

"Woah, wait, hold the phone. I never said I was scared." Blaise stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest.

Jeremy let out a sigh. "I know you didn't. Look, no matter what you say, this is really new... and it's kind of daunting."

"...Maybe."

Another uncomfortable silence fell between them. Finally Blaise spoke up to break it. "I guess this means we're back together." Together. The word echoed in her mind. It sounded unclear and almost as scary as the situation.

"I guess so."

"Wanna order a late dinner?" Blaise started dialing the number without awaiting a response.

"Pizza delivery sounds really good right now."

"Pizza it is."

CoD-CoD-CoD

Sometime in the night, Blaise found herself with her head above the toilet. Her stomach churned violently as the pizza she had consumed for dinner threatened to make a dramatic reappearance.

Her attempt proved no avail as she vomited into the toilet. She felt a hand pull her hair back out of her face. "Bleck," she moaned, closing her eyes against the nausea.

Jeremy rubbed her back and handed her a can of ginger ale. "Here, drink this. It'll help."

She took the soda from him and took a long sip. The cold fizzy liquid soothed the nauseous feeling and in a few minutes her stomach began to settle. "Stupid pizza," she grumbled as she flushed the toilet.

"You wanted it."

"Talk me out of it next time." Blaise stood up and noticed for the first time that the toothbrush she kept in his apartment was still on the sink counter. She made no comment as she brushed her teeth to relieve the unpleasant taste in her mouth.

She returned to the living room and tiredly laid down on the couch.

"You can sleep in the bed if you want."

"This was closer," Blaise yawned as she tucked a pillow under her head against the plush armrest.

"You sure?"

"Mmf mm."

"Alrighty then." Jeremy stood in place for a moment, the news of the day still tumbling in various directions in his mind. He received some sort of muffled response and pulled a blanket over her. "Good night."

What a day.

Alrighty. Sooner or later the lyrics I used for the summary will be more applicable... I plan for one or two angsty chapters but I'm gonna try to keep this story relatively harmless... ANYWAY! Go to my profile and vote on my poll! It will be up for several more chapters... VOTE, LITTLE PEOPLE!