AN: Here we go! I am very close to finishing writing the last chapter of this story, then I can work on other projects! I offer 'Thank You's to all my reviewers last chapter (and there were a lot). You guys know who you are. I don't have time to mention all the names.

There's not much going on in my life to report. So go ahead and enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, or its characters. That honor goes to Capcom.

~ 7 months, 2 weeks = 30 weeks, Early February

Jill's baby shower was a success, even though Claire and Rebecca were the only other females. Barry and Kathy had sent their package of gifts on time, and even Carlos showed up.

When it came time to open gifts, Jill attacked the box that came from the Burtons. Inside was the knitted blanket, like Kathy promised, alongside a set of towels and giant, plush teddy bear that could make a terrier look tiny in size.

When Claire's gifts came around, Chris opened them to find a stack of baby onesies tied together with string. The most entertaining of the suits was green and read "I'm with Clueless" with an arrow pointing to either side, which prompted howls of laughter from Jill and the guests.

Rebecca's gifts were a set of tasteful, color-coordinated wall decals for the nursery, a baby monitor, a bundle of storybooks for late-night readings, and a specialized medical kit filled with baby-strength medicines and other supplies. "I noticed you haven't bought any other supplies yet," the medic stated, "So I thought you'd need some."

Carlos' present was a huge basket full of baby-sized bath toys, including a squeaky dolphin and a tiny rubber duck with a sombrero on its head. "Had to find something distinctive," he explained with a playful shrug.

After the gift opening, the crowd dispersed, leaving Jill and Claire to talk quietly amongst each other. "So, you excited to be a mommy yet?" the younger Redfield asked.

"I'm actually a little nervous, to be honest," Jill explained. An expression of horror crossed her face a moment later."Claire, what if we're bad parents?" Jill panicked, grabbing the younger Redfield by the shoulders, "What if they'll take the baby away from us?"

"Whoa, Jill, relax," Claire reassured, "You'll do just fine. I can come over to help out for the first month if you like."

The mother-to-be sighed deeply, taking her hands of the younger Redfield and resting them in her lap. "Thank you so much, Claire. Kathy tells me the first few weeks are always chaotic."

Claire smiled. "It's not a problem," she replied, "Taking care of a baby really takes it out of people."

"You got that right," Jill commented sarcastically, only to glance down at her stomach two seconds later. "I'm being kicked," she said. A wild grin spread across Claire's face.

"Everyone!" the redhead announced, "The baby's kicking!" Chris and the other guests crowded over immediately.

"Can I feel first?" Claire asked, bouncing up and down in excitement. At the rate she was going, Chris was going to have to peel her off the ceiling.

Carlos chuckled at Claire's enthusiasm. "I think that honor goes to the papa," the ex-mercenary replied, standing aside so Chris could step in, "Well, Chris?"

Chris stepped forward. He held his hand out towards Jill hesitantly, as if asking for permission to touch her. The pregnant woman nodded, allowing him to touch her.

Jill stomach was warm to the touch, as though the baby radiated heat from inside her belly. Chris knew better than that, though, and smiled as he felt a small kick from under his partner's skin. Chris remained in position for several minutes before Claire began to protest. "C'mon Chris!" she whined, "Let the rest of us have a turn!"

"You're going to wait like everyone else, Ms. Redfield," Jill suddenly scolded, "You don't get to invoke Auntie status just yet!" She glanced back down at her stomach. "Huh. I think the baby stopped moving. That must have been enough excitement for now." The collection of guests around Jill groaned. They wanted to meet the upcoming arrival as well. The mother-to-be blinked again, glancing down at the bulge expectantly. "Nevermind. There it is," she stated, feeling a second movement in her stomach. The guests gasped in happiness. "Little one's active, today." She turned to the surrounding guests, who were leaning over in curiosity. "Well c'mon, guys. Don't be shy."

One by one, each of the guests walked up to Jill, feeling the baby kicks at their hands and introducing themselves. They were only able to say a few words at a time before they were ushered out of the way so the next person could have a turn. Finally, Jill proclaimed that she had had enough of people touching her for the day and requested that everyone take a seat and have some snacks.

The discussion turned to work and funny stories before returning to the topic of Jill's baby. "So, who do you think the kid will resemble more: Chris or Jill?" Claire asked among the gathering, "My money's on Jill."

"It could go either way and be a mix of both of them," Rebecca said, offering her medical opinion, "There is a definite chance of the baby being born with blue eyes, considering it's a recessive gene." The medic glanced between Claire and Jill. "Both of you have blue eyes, so it is likely."

Carlos shrugged off Rebecca's statement, "That kid's gonna look like Jill, hands down," he said, "I'd stake my life on it."

Chris scoffed. "What am I, chopped liver?" he joked.

"Nope," Jill replied smartly, "You're going to be on diaper duty."

Right after she spoke, the baby kicked again. "Ow!" Jill yelped, "That one actually hurt a little." The mother-to-be winced in pain as she rubbed her belly. "And I think my ribs that just got punched."

"Be thankful it wasn't your bladder," Claire laughed.

"I think somebody likes the attention," Carlos joked.

"Oh hush, Carlos," Jill replied with a snarky tone, staring at her stomach intently. "There we go. Little smart-aleck just stopped moving," she stated.

"Must be tired for real, this time," Chris said.

"Yeah," Jill agreed, "So am I." She turned to Chris. "Do you think you could help me out of this seat so I can take a nap?" she asked. Chris nodded and assisted her out of the confines of the sofa and onto her feet. "Now then, I'm gonna take a short rest," Jill explained before waddling out of the living room, "Carry on."

Jill had made it upstairs and began to enter the bedroom she and Chris shared, only to be summoned by a streak of moonlight from the nursery's doorway. The rising moon was framed in the window, allowing a soft, glow to seep into the darkened room, and the rocking chair sat still in the corner, inviting her to relax from the excitement of the evening's activities, and it would be rude to decline an invitation.

Jill Valentine gently settled herself in the teal-painted rocking chair and gazing down at her stomach. Her baby was going to have quite the large extended family; At least two aunties, a set of grandparent figures, and a goofy uncle to round it all out. "This kid is going to have a good life," Jill swore to herself silently as she listened to the raucous conversations coming from the party below her. She barely noticed when Chris walked in.

"Hey," he said, grabbing her attention from the doorframe, "You feeling okay?"

"Just fine," she replied softly, "A little worn out from the party. I don't have as much energy as everyone else right now."

"It'll come back," Chris reassured, stepping into the room and kneeling in front of Jill. "Have you decided how to juggle work once the baby is born?" he asked.

"I was thinking about working from home, as a consultant," Jill replied, "I don't have to commute. One of us will be here with the baby. And I will be out of danger from BOWs." She moved to stand up, but her enlarged stomach was providing difficulties. "A little help?" she asked.

"Good plan," Chris said, taking his fiancé by the elbows and helping her out of the chair before embracing her in a gentle hug. "You know I love you, right?" Jill nodded into his chest. "All I want is for you and the child to be safe. I don't want to withhold your freedom."

Jill nodded again, breathing in the fresh, woodland pine smell of Chris' clothes. "I know."