Here is chapter 3! Hope you all enjoy!

"Pregnant?" Sonya stated, still trying to take it in. Alex nodded. Birkhoff rubbed his neck nervously.

"Boy, that's a bummer." He said. Alex shot him a look, and he quickly rephrased what he said. "I just mean with all the recent events. Are you sure you're ready, to be a mom?"

Alex crossed her arms and sighed. She shrugged as she said,

"I've never thought about it. I can't picture myself with a kid. And without Sean..." her voice trailed off. Ryan sat down next to her on the couch.

"Hey. We're all here to help. You won't go through this alone." He reassured her. She turned to him and smiled. Ryan was always so calm in tough situations. She admired it. The group was silent for a minute, but was interrupted when Michael's voice came through Birkhoff's computer.

"Birkhoff. You there?" He called. Birkhoff walked over to the computer, and sat down.

"I'm here Mikey. What 'cha got?" He answered, finding Michael's location on the screen.

The four others remained in the living room area, three of them trying to comfort Alex. So many things swam through her mind, number one being how she was gonna raise this baby. Abortion was not something she felt comfortable with, and giving her child away to strangers reminded her too much of when she was a kid. If somebody was going to raise this baby, it would be her and only her.

Birkhoff rejoined the others, sitting down on the coffee table.

"Mikey's coming back. He didn't find Amanda or anything else. She out smarted us again." He explained. Nikita nodded, wondering how she would tell him the news. She knew how he felt about his own son Max, so she was almost certain he would take it fairly well due to his understanding of the topic.

Everyone waited until Michael arrived before they talked about it more. Eventually he came back and walked in the house. He greeted them, and put his gun on the table. He turned towards the group, and noticed their anxious expressions.

"What's going on? Nikita?" He asked, scared of the answer. Nikita looked up at him, knowing he went straight to her because he knew she would tell him. Alex stood up, and walked around the couch to stand in front of Michael. He watched her, then looked past to meet eyes with Nikita.

"Michael. There's something you need to know." Alex started, taking her time. "I'm pregnant."

Michael's face turned from curiousity to shock in seconds. His eyes stuck on Alex as the words sunk in.

"Say something." Birkhoff said breaking the silence. Michael licked his lips, trying to find words.

"You sure? I mean, you took a test?" He answered trying to make as little awkwardness as he could. Alex rubbed her arms and replied,

"Yah, two actually. I'm thinking I'm about three weeks." The news finally sunk in, and a sudden rush of anger filled Michael.

"Pregnant? Really?" He exclaimed, raising his voice a little. Nikita jumped up to Alex's defense.

"Michael, it's not like Alex planned for this to happen. These things happen. You know that." She told him, referring to Casandra and Max. Michael tilted his head, giving her a look. He knew Nikita was right, and right away he felt sorry for Alex. He noticed the slight amount of fear on her face and gave her a gentle hug.

"Hey. It's gonna be okay." He said to her. She pulled away, suddenly remembering something.

"Amanda." She said. Ryan narrowed his eyes.

"What about her?"

"What if she finds out?" She continued, holding her stomach as if she was protecting the soon to be baby. Nikita spun Alex around to face her.

"She won't." She said. "Amanda isn't going to hurt the baby. Not ever. She'll have to go through me first." Alex gave a small nod, but the thought of Amanda even touching the baby made her gut twist and turn. Nikita still sensed Alex's worry, so she gave her her most reassuring face. Alex smiled, letting her friend know she believed her.

The team had convinced Alex to sleep there that night, so she wouldn't be alone. After several arguments, she reluctantly agreed. Everyone got settled in their beds, and before long they had drifted off to sleep. All but Alex. She lay in the bed staring up at the ceiling, like she had done every morning and night for the past two weeks. It wasn't that she couldn't sleep, she was exhausted. But she was afraid. Afraid that if she closed her eyes and slept, she might get too comfortable and not want to return home. At some point, her tiredness beat her and Alex fell into a deep sleep. During her sleep, a nightmare formed in Alex's mind.

In said nightmare, the baby was born and Amanda had found out.

Alex tossed and turned in the bed, as Amanda stood in front of her holding a gun in the dream.

"No, please. Don't do this." Alex whimpered, holding her baby close to protect it. Amanda laughed.

"I'm not going to do anything." She hissed, as two men behind Alex grabbed her and took the baby. Alex screamed out, struggling to reach her baby. "You are." Amanda added handing her the gun. She forced Alex's arm out to point it at the baby.

"No! Why are you doing this? She cried, tearing pouring down her face. Amanda turned angry and frustrated at this point.

"I'm not doing anything. Remember what I've always told you Alex. I only put the idea in your head, but you make up the story."

At that, Alex shot the gun.

"No!" She screamed out, sitting up in her bed.

"Hey! Hey, it's okay! It was just a dream." Nikita spoke, comforting Alex. She had woken up when she heard Alex mumbling in her sleep.

She was sweating, her hair and shirt stuck to her back. Her breathing was extremely unsteady, and she tried to slow it down. Nikita ruffled her hair, soothing her.

"Nikita. Amanda... the baby." Alex stuttered.

"It's okay. She won't hurt it." Nikita told her again. Alex shook her head.

"No. Amanda didn't do anything. I did. I... I killed it!" She cried. Nikita was taken back a bit, then hugged Alex. She held her, letting her calm down.

When Alex was relaxed, Nikita suggested she go back to sleep. Although Alex was terrified to close her eyes and risk falling into a nightmare again, she ended up falling asleep. Nikita sat on the bed beside her until she did, then got up and went back into her own bed. She knew that they had to take Amanda down, and fast. And until they did, Alex would be extremely paranoid, and the nightmares would slowly eat away at her until she was completely gone.

Okay, I need some thoughts. Should I make one more chapter of during the pregnancy, or should I fast forward to when the baby is older? I'll have flashbacks throughout the story to before, and during the pregnancy too. Thanks!