AN: Hi there everyone! I found 5 reviews when I checked my e-mail at lunch, so i'll let you have chapter 5 as your reward! Thank you everybody who reviewed!

After I post this, I am going to have to take a backseat on writing fanfiction again. Between homework, weird eating patterns, and keeping up with so many projects, my stress levels have shot way up. So by the orders of my friends, I have to take a break from writing AND thinking about my stories or at least a day or two. (I think this Author's note might count as breaking the rules. Eep!) So for now I am binging on playing Mass Effect. That's what going on with me right now. Bye!

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, or its characters.

~ 22 weeks, late December

Chris had disappeared again, this time muttering something about Claire before he left. During his absence, Jill continued making regular visits to Rebecca and indulged her cravings of whatever Chris had in his refrigerator, ranging from Tabasco hot sauce to Cream of Mushroom soup, sometimes at the same time. The pregnant woman wasn't too worried; Chris would always come home.

"Nice to see you back from Rockfort," Jill greeted from the couch, reading one of the random magazines she bought to ease her boredom as Chris walked in the door, "How's Claire?" Chris stood in the doorway before slamming the door closed behind him. Jill jumped a little and her expression grew concerned. "What happened?" she asked carefully.

"Jill," Chris said with total seriousness, "I saw him. He was there."

"Wesker?" Jill replied, unconsciously moving one hand over her distended stomach, "Is he-?"

"I don't think he survived after that facility collapsed on him," Chris stated, "But to be honest, I don't know. He survived the Tyrant, he could have very well survived what happened in the Antarctic as well."

"You were in Antarctica?" Jill asked incredulously. Chris nodded. "What should we do? I mean, it's too late to turn back now," she said, referring to the unborn child, "What if he finds us and the baby?"

Chris sat down next to the nervous Jill and placed his hand over hers. "We'll keep you safe for now. Make sure he doesn't find you OR the child. We'll figure things out from there," Chris stated, embracing Jill gently as she rested her head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat always calmed Jill and brought her back to Earth from her anxiety.

"Do you think we should move farther away from here? Get away from Umbrella?" Jill asked, gazing up at her lover.

Chris thought for a moment. "Of course," he said, pulling his arm from around Jill and getting up, "In fact, I know the perfect place. I need to make a few phone calls first though."

Jill gave a serene, patient smile. "You go ahead handsome," she said softly, holding Chris' hand loosely, letting it slip out of her grasp as he left, resting the appendage on her stomach. Looking down at her huge stomach, Jill whispered, "You're going to be okay little one. Your daddy's a smart, wonderful man." As if in response, Jill felt movement in her abdomen. She gasped in shock before remembering what Rebecca had most recently told her. An excited smile spread over Jill's face. "Chris! Chris, come here!" she called out happily.

Jill heard the phone receiver drop to the ground, followed by fast-paced footsteps. "Jill! Is something wrong?" Chris asked as he stopped in the middle of the narrow hallway of his apartment, his expression betraying a slight note of panic. Jill shook her head.

"The baby moved!" she declared, "I can feel it." Jill paused for a moment, watching her stomach expectantly before her expression lightened up again. "There it is again!"

Chris sighed and smiled lightly in relief. "That's wonderful," he said, feeling a little happier than before, "but I really ought to finish my phone call first. I'll be right over." Chris disappeared into their bedroom once again. Jill continued speaking softly to her unborn baby as Chris reappeared and sat down next to her.

"Go on. Say something," Jill prompted, placing one of Chris' hands on her stomach.

"What the hell am I supposed to say?" Chris asked, "Is there some sort of special word?"

"Hey, language," Jill scolded, smacking Chris' arm lightly, "Apparently, the little one can hear us. At least, that's what should be happening according to Rebecca."

"Alright, alright," Chris laughed, leaning down towards Jill's stomach. "Hey there, little one," he said softly, "It's your dad. I'm gonna make the world safe for you to grow up in, alright?"

Jill looked down at her stomach expectantly. "The baby moved again," she said after a few seconds. An amazed expression grew on Chris' face as the baby continued to squirm.

"Wow. This is amazing," Chris said, looking down at Jill's abdomen, "I mean, the same thing happened when my mother was pregnant with Claire, but . . . Wow."

The brunette mother-to-be gave a peaceful smile before an expression of horror appeared on her features. "Oh boy. Nausea," Jill warned, covering her mouth as her stomach turned.

"Do I need to get a bucket?" Chris asked, preparing to get up.

Jill shook her head. "I'll be fine, Chris," she said, "So what's this place you're talking about?"

"You'll find out. It's pretty special. I think you'll like it." Chris promised.