Yay! Final chapter is up! I love all the reviews everyone has given me, they actually made it a lot easier to write. Enjoy!

P.S. I'm definitely writing a Howell/Katie fic (which will have some Jecker), I just want to know if I should post it. Anyone interested?

Becker's POV

Becker's hand shook as he carefully picked up the envelope that could possibly bring his world crashing down around him. He stared at the envelope for a full minute before he could actually work up the courage to open it. Give him marauding raptors and he could take them head on without blinking, tell him that he could lose some one he loves and he silently crumbles. Taking a deep breath he turned the envelope over, only to find that it had never been sealed. The not inside was a simple piece of sketch paper that Jess had turned into a card.

I know this isn't what we planned, Becker could hear Jess' voice in his head as he read the front of the card and it didn't do anything to numb the pain of what he knew was coming. Bracing himself he opened the card, and he stopped breathing.

But congratulations Dad.

Becker stared at the grainy black and white sonogram that was taped just below the words, his chest squeezing tightly from an entirely different emotion. He took a shuttering breath as he fought off the tears he could feel welling in his eyes. Suddenly his knees gave out and he sagged against the counter before sliding down to the floor with a solid thump. Normally he would have winced at the pain of his tailbone meeting a solid object, but at the moment he was too overwhelmed to notice.

"I'm gonna be a father," he whispered to the empty room. In that moment he realized exactly why Jess had been acting so distant.

Becker had his head in Jess' lap as they lounged on the couch. They'd decided to take a break from planning for the wedding and pop in a movie. They'd decided on a small wedding since the only people they wanted to invite were their friends at the ARC. Becker was very close to dozing off with Jess absently running her fingers through his hair. It was an intimate gesture he'd discovered he really like, and had no shame in silently asking for it on a regular basis. Though he rarely had to since Jess seemed to like it nearly as much as he did.

"Becker?" Jess' voice roused him from his near sleep and he grunted to let her know he was listening.

"We're getting married in a month and I just realized we've never talked about children." Becker stiffened automatically and he felt Jess' hand still in his hair. He wasn't sure what to say, but he knew what was coming next just from her reaction. So he pulled himself up with a groan so they could have this conversation with him not on his back.

"Do you want kids some day?" she asked. She sounded nervous and Becker realized that she'd already guess his answer, and that it wasn't the same as hers. He ran his fingers through his hair, wishing they were hers, wishing they weren't having this conversation. But it had to happen sometime, and now seemed as good a time as any.

"Honestly?" he asked and Jess nodded slowly. "No." Jess nodded and kept looking at the floor, but Becker could see tears forming in her eyes. He instantly felt a little like he'd stepped on a kitten.

"Jess, I…" he was cut off when Jess' phone rang and she hurried off to answer it.

"Shit," he thought running his hands through his hair in frustration, "that did not go well."

Becker looked up from the floor to the bag that still sat there tormenting him. He couldn't figure out what it was for, unless Jess had packed it full of his clothes in case he hadn't taken the news well. He couldn't blame her for assuming the worst, not that he'd ever leave her, but it still hurt just the same. The thought of him having kids had always terrified him. He'd lost so many friends that the thought of loving someone so completely was unimaginable. When he'd looked at the sonogram he'd definitely felt fear, but it wasn't the idea of being a father that scared him. It was the fear of being a bad father.

Becker managed to get to his feet somehow and stumbled over to the bag, hoping it wasn't full of his clothes and that Jess still had some faith in him. He unzipped the bag with shaky hands, and was greeted by dozens of baby blankets and tiny clothes. He nearly laughed with relief as he picked his way through what was obviously Jess' delivery bag. Of course Jess would already have it packed months in advance, he thought looking over at the open door leading to the room he shared with his fiancé. The bag was zipped and he was at the door before his mind had fully caught up with his body. He grinned like an idiot when he saw her sleeping on the bed in what he called her Beckerless position. When he was next to her she would usually be draped across him, or at least curled up against him. When he wasn't home she always slept on her back with one hand over her head, and the other resting just below her breasts. Tonight it was the perfect position for what he wanted to do. He tugged off his jacket, tossing it carelessly to the floor, and started unlacing his boots as quietly as possible. When he set them both on the ground he carefully joined Jess on the bed, not wanting to wake her, and crawled over to wrap his arms around her small waist. He settled his head on her belly, his ear pressed against the smooth skin her shirt had left uncovered. He knew it was just his imagination, but he could swear that he could hear their baby's heartbeat. Jess muttered something in her sleep and her hand drifted down to tangle in his hair. Becker smiled against her skin, convinced he'd found his new favorite sleeping position. He fell asleep sprawled on his stomach with his arms wrapped protectively around Jess and listening to the imaginary heartbeat of his son or daughter.

A/N: I couldn't resist the baby! I was really hoping Becker thinking Jess was going to leave him, and the lack of the normal hints (cravings, morning sickness,…) would make it more of a surprise, cause I don't always like to instantly figure it out.