AN: And so it begins! There's a time jump in this chapter because the first one was written during Season 2 and since I'm trying to stay as close to the show as possible there are some changes. I will try to update this story weekly but it will depend on how much free time I get (usually a Friday, GMT +2 timezone).

Shout-out to Mystic The Animus who already hit me up with a name suggestion for Princess Davenport! PM me your suggestions which I will reveal whenever I upload Chapter 8: The Journey Part 3. I'll open up a poll (I'm not exactly sure on how to make one tho so help a girl out) of the suggestions and the one that wins will be revealed in Chapter 9: The Delivery.

To answer FanficFan920, I will try to incorporate elements of the episodes (granted I actually get the chance to watch them in time), but the focus of this story will mostly be on Tasha.

Now on to the story! :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN LAB RATS!

Two years later…

When she had last seen that positive mark on a pregnancy test a couple of years back, she had gotten her hopes dashed. Turned out that it was a false positive when they had gone to the doctor who confirmed that she was in fact not pregnant, well, no longer pregnant. Recently she hadn't been conscious of any changes in her health except for a slightly raised temperature, she had been caught up in going back to her alma mater to notice at first. Then she realized that the one true thing that confirmed a pregnancy had occurred, and her heart rate picked up pace at the thought. Could she truly be with child this time around? She decided not to jinx it, so she avoided telling her husband of the discovery. She remembered the sad and slightly disappointed look on his face when it turned out she was no longer pregnant the last time. They were devastated when they lost the baby. She wasn't going to tell him about it this time. Not until she was sure.

Two weeks went by and every day she was experiencing more symptoms, so she took another test, and another, and another. Most were positive, but that one negative made her heart sink. She started to panic slightly when she heard Donald calling her name. He had come home early from the Academy. She quickly stashed the tests away haphazardly, washing her hands before darting out of the bathroom to greet him downstairs. He noticed that she seemed a bit on edge with this visit, almost as if she wasn't suspecting him. He brushed it off and continued to recount his day at the academy, filling in the details about recent developments with the kids. Kids… she thought to herself, remembering how they had decided not to tell the kids about the false alarm a few years back, especially with how their lives had escalated since.

After the dinner, Donald gets up and goes upstairs to the bedroom for their in suite bathroom. Tasha places the dinner plates by the sink, telling Donald that he shouldn't expect her to clean up after him just because she misses him. She goes upstairs and calls out for him but he doesn't respond. "Honey? What's going on?" she asked as she makes her way into their bedroom, seeing his back turned to her in the bathroom. "Donald are you okay?" she says with worry and dread laced in her words. He turns around slowly, and she notices the multiple pregnancy tests in his hand. "How long have you known?" he asks in a hushed tone, as if he's afraid of the answer he'll get, eyes fixed on the tests. She clears her throat and walks towards him, "Two weeks." She whispered, not really sure why, but more as a reaction to his reaction. "You've known for two weeks? Why didn't you tell me anything? Were you even going to tell me if I hadn't found all these tests!" He said, his voice slightly raised as he gripped the tests in his hands. "Um, you do realise I just peed on those, right?" she said, shaking her husband out of his short-live frustration as he quickly discarded of the tests and washed his hands. "Look, I'm sorry I got a bit mad it's just, I'm upset that you'd hide something like this from me. This includes me too!" he pauses as he realises his accusatory tone, and remembers how unwell she might be feeling, "Wait, are you feeling alright?" Donald's looks softened as he took his wife in his arms, hugging her tight, the not so tightly as he remembers his recent discovery. "I'm alright now, I just didn't want what happened last time." She answered truthfully. He took her hand as they sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"You were afraid telling me would jinx it?" he asks honestly. Tasha shrugs as she affirms his statement, "I know I know, it sounds even sillier when said outloud…." "No it's alright, I get it. But whatever happens we'll be okay, okay?" he spoke softly as he squeezed her hand which made her smile at him as he smiled back at her. "Yeah," she said with finality, "we'll be okay." He kissed her quickly on the lips as he went downstairs to do the dishes, and Tasha felt as if a great weight was taken off her shoulders. She followed him soon after to get a glass of water, feeling dehydrated from the numerus times she had to pee and vomit earlier in the day. They talked and decided to go for a doctor's appointment as soon as possible before going to bed.

A few days later they were sitting in the family's doctor's office, Tasha having done all the necessary tests waited with Donald for the doctor to come back with their results. Donald was tapping his foot nervously, his anxiety more visible than Tasha's. After what seemed like hours, though merely 15 minutes, the doctor came back in holding the family's health folder, which had become quite thick with all the mishaps that would affect their family, especially with Leo and Donald. The trio would have their health problems sorted out by Dr. Evans and later Douglas when he joined the family. The doctor sat down at her desk and opened the folder to the latest update, a big TASHA DAVENPORT written in the top of the page. "Just based on your history alone I could say there's a big chance that you may already be with child, but just to be sure we ran the extra tests and they have come back…" she paused for dramatic effect, which made Donald even more anxious before the doctor beamed at them and said, "positive!" Tasha gasped, her hands over her mouth in disbelief. Donald seemed to be frozen in place. The doctor noticed this and spoke again, "I know it's a lot to take in, but we need to discuss further management, by my rough calculations you're around 6 to 7 weeks pregnant." "Wow," Donald finally spoke, "that's almost two months already!" "Yes it is Mr. Davenport, now I'll be referring you to an Obstetrician but I will still be your doctor for managing the symptoms you may have. Due to both of you being of advanced age, I'll be setting up regular check-ups with you just to make sure everything is alright. Is that okay Mrs. Davenport?" Tasha snapped out of her daze and agreed with the doctor's proposal.

On the drive home there was this aura of uncertainty mixed with excitement, the type you feel when you go on a ride at an amusement park and you're sure that you are excited and ready for the ride but you're still wary of the decision to go on it, only in their case, they are already strapped in. "We're really going to be parents, well, again." Tasha said softly, breaking the silence in the car. "Yeah we are." Donald replied, his voice still uneasy as he stops the car at the house. He takes off his seatbelt and lays his hand gently on her stomach, reminding himself of how real this is. She places hers on top his and the actions seems to calm both of them down, just for this moment. Soon their unique family will have another addition.

Next chapter: The Secret

The Davenparents decide to keep their bundle of joy a secret, but their excitement almost causes them to slip up.