AN: Hi there readers! I don't want to sound like a nag, but where is everybody? I only got one review (from Claire Redfield 86) last chapter. I suppose I am putting these chapters up rather quickly, but I want to share and complete this story quickly so I can work on other projects!

So yeah, I'm declaring my little break over for now, and I'll get back to a more controlled pace. I've learned that taking care of four stories at once is more than I can handle, so I'm gonna try to focus on finishing one chapter at a time for my stories, not work on all of them all at once. Which means some of my less serious projects will take a short hiatus until I can free up enough brainpower to work on them some more.

I've rambled enough. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, or its characters. I just own the character for Chris & Jill's kid, and the fictional town mentioned in-story. That's all.

~5 months, 3 weeks = 23 weeks

"Chris, where are we going?" Jill asked, sitting on her hands to keep herself from fidgeting with the blindfold she wore as Chris drove.

"We're almost there, Jill, I promise," Chris said as he steered the car around a right corner, and stopped the vehicle. "And here we are." Jill lifted her hands to her head. "Don't take off the blindfold yet, though." Chris exited the sedan and walked around the front to where Jill sat.

"Can I undo my seatbelt now?" Jill questioned, "I feel like I'm going to puke."

Chris let Jill undo her seatbelt and helped her out of the vehicle. He guided her towards the sidewalk, right where he wanted her before he allowed Jill to remove her blindfold.

Jill untied the cloth from around her eyes, only to see one of the nicest townhouses in Hillsborough in front of her. The house's exterior was red brick, two stories, with stairs leading up to the front door. For the longest time, Jill had dreamed about owning a townhouse like this in Raccoon City, but her wages weren't THAT great, and places like these were expensive. Hillsborough, despite being a sleepy, yet trendy town, was also a fairly pricey place to live as well.

"Chris how did you-?" Jill began.

"My parents bought it when they retired. Sadly, both of them had to be moved to a nursing home shortly afterwards. They left it to me and Claire before their cases of Alzheimer's set in too deeply. Claire says she doesn't want it, and it was too far away from the RPD for me to commute, so it's been standing empty for a while now. But now that Raccoon is gone, I was thinking that we could start over here," Chris explained, looking up at the house before turning to Jill, "What do you think?"

An excited smile found its way onto Jill's face as tears of happiness welled. "Can we go inside?" she asked eagerly.

Chris nodded affirmative, walking up the front steps to unlock the front door.

The house started with a high-ceilinged hallway leading to the back of the house, where the kitchen and dining area was supposed to be, and a set of stairs on the right side that led to bedrooms. To the left of the dining area was a compact, but spacious living area with a gas fireplace. The upstairs bedrooms were very nice as well. A large bedroom served as the master suite, and the room next to it could easily serve as an office or guest room.

Chris guided Jill up the stairs to a final room at the end of the hallway, opening the door wide and clicking on the light. "This could be the baby's room," he said as Jill took in the comfortable, well-lit, airy space with her eyes, "What do you think?"

"Oh Chris, it's perfect," she replied before turning to cry into her fiance's shoulder. "Chris? There a few things I want to consider before we get married." Jill pulled her face out of Chris' shoulder and looked up at him. "I want it to keep it a small ceremony, and I'd also like to hold onto my last name, for business purposes. You understand, right?"

Chris nodded as he embraced Jill snugly in his arms. As long as Wesker was alive, their relationship was best kept at a minimum. "Anything for your safety, Jill," he promised.

Jill sniffled and wiped away tears from her pale blue eyes. "I'm so excited for this baby. We're gonna be parents," she whispered elatedly as she leaned back into Chris.

"I know," Chris whispered as he cradled Jill, taking a good long look at the soon to be nursery, reassuring himself that he had made the right choice: sacrificing his vendetta against Umbrella in favor of taking care of his new family, "I'll call the moving crews. We'll have to hurry," Chris trailed, holding Jill by the shoulders in front of him. "You're due for a doctor appointment tomorrow," he teased, tapping her lightly on the nose like a small child. Jill giggled at the act, feeling childish herself.

"That's right!" she confirmed, "It's the big appointment!" the couple left the nursery and strolled arm in arm down the stairs. Jill's brain was on a dopamine overload as she thought about her future with her fiancé and little one. "What do you think we should name him or her?" Jill asked brightly as they walked.

Chris smiled, letting a miniscule laugh escape as well. "Well, this might sound silly to you, but the first name has to start with 'C'," he confessed.

"Why a 'C'?" Jill questioned as they reached the main hall of the house.

". . . It's a tradition in the Redfield family. My parents were named Clarence and Cynthia, and they named me Chris and my sister Claire. And my grandfather's name was Clyde Redfield, as well. Apparently 'C's run in the family," Chris explained as Jill giggled in amusement.

"Fine by me," she laughed, poking Chris in the chest with one of her long fingers, "But I INSIST on picking the middle name!"

"Alright, dear," Chris agreed as the two of them walked to the car.

Later that evening, Chris and Jill were settling down in their new bedroom with haphazardly unpacked furniture. Jill was rubbing her engorged stomach with cocoa butter, causing Chris' sense of smell to go berserk at the scent of chocolate cake as he tried to read a novel. The mother-to-be let her eyes linger on her stomach before speaking. "Have you come up with any suggestions for first names?" she asked, turning her head to invite Chris' brown eyes.

The Redfield set his novel aside. "Well, for a boy, I was considering Cameron. Cameron Redfield sounds like a good name, assuming the baby's taking my last name," Chris started, wrapping one arm behind Jill, "If it's a girl, I like the sound of Catherine."

"Catherine Redfield, " Jill tested the name on her tongue, "I like that. 'Catherine Valentine' would be a bit too sophisticated for a young girl to grow into."

Chris agreed. "So it's either Catherine or Cameron Redfield," he said picking his novel back up again, "I'd like to meet one of them."

Jill smiled sleepily as her eyes began drooping. "Sooner than you think," she promised as she drifted into the realm of sleep, already brainstorming how to decorate her baby's room.

The next day, Chris and Jill had settled into the ultrasound technician's room, waiting patiently for the appointment to start. Jill lay in the special hospital seat, happy as a clam and wiggling her bare toes. Soon afterward, Rebecca arrived with the technician.

"Okay, Jill. This is the big appointment!" Rebecca greeted, "I'll leave you to it!" The medic left the couple as the technician stepped forward.

"You two are the parents?" the technician asked in a nonchalant fashion. Chris and Jill both nodded. "Okay, let's get started." The technician put some cold gel on Jill's ever-growing stomach before running the ultrasound wand over the skin.

"And, there's your baby!" the technician said, squinting at the grainy picture, "Everything looks normal, but I still suggest you take a lot of rest." The technician turned to Chris and Jill. "Do you want to know the baby's gender?"

Jill nodded with an excited look on her face before she turned to Chris, waiting for his answer. "I think I'll wait until the time comes," Chris decided, getting up from his chair, "I'll go get some juice for myself and Jill. The walk up to the examination room seems to have tired her out."

Once Chris left the room and had made it out of earshot, the technician adjusted the monitor towards Jill, showing her the picture. "Congratulations, it's a girl," the technician stated.

A daughter. The word sounded like magic to Jill as looked up at the monitor in wonder, then back down to her stomach, wondering if the little girl was enjoying her current home. She would be bearing Chris' daughter. Not just anyone's child, but her daughter as well. A little girl to raise like her own mother did with her. "I have an idea for a middle name now," Jill thought as she looked at the tiny form on the monitor, "I'll suggest it to Chris later." Keeping the gender a secret from Chris would be a challenge, considering the decorations Jill had in mind for her daughter's nursery. "I'll have to pick up some gender-neutral things later. Ooh! But now I get to go shopping for baby clothes!" Jill remained on Cloud Nine for the rest of the day, even when Chris came back with two bottles of Apple Juice. Nothing could possibly bring her down.

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