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3 Months Later

"Emily!" A familiar voice called. I looked up and smiled just a little. I still didn't quite know why I was doing this, but I guess I figured that since I would be living with a much more...stable lifestyle, it would be smart to at least try to rekindle our relationship.

She opened her arms as if waiting for me to hug her, but I didn't want her to notice the pretty significant bump. Not yet. Things were already getting awkward. I felt like I was fifteen all lever again, only this time I had to tell her. I was keeping this baby, even if she didn't like it. She eyed me with curiosity and confusion while I just glanced over at the chair across from me. It took a moment, but she finally sat down.

"Emily," she said again, although this time it was more like a sigh, "I haven't heard from you in forever."

"I've been on an assignment, Mother," I said for what felt like the millionth time. I honestly wished I could just tell her the damn details so that I didn't have to say that anymore. But that wouldn't do anything but put her in danger, and besides, Doyle was my final "assignment."

"You look different," she observed, eyeing me up and down-well at least what she could see above the table anyway.

A waiter came over and introduced himself, but I wasn't really paying attention. He asked what we wanted to drink and while my mother asked to see the wine list, I automatically said water. She looked up at me and I knew I was caught, so I just looked back down. I was actually surprised I lasted that long because, even in the biggest shirt I owned, my boobs still looked enormous.

Once the waiter gave her the wine list, she put it down without even giving it a second look. I could see the wheels turning in her head. She just stared at me. I was actually pretty scared. It reminded me of this one time when I was little and I broke something-I can't really remember what-but when she found out she just looked at me just like that. And I was terrified.

"You're pregnant," she said. It wasn't even a question. It wasn't an anything. She just said it.

I remained silent, figuring I'd let whatever thought she was thinking make its way through her head.

"How-when?" She breathed, barely meeting my eye.

There it was. The question I was avoiding answering.

"It happened on my assignment," I said, even though it was pretty obvious considering that I hadn't seen her in almost a year and I was four months pregnant.

"So, the father's one of your co-workers?" She asked obliviously.

I sighed, trying to remind myself that this was my bright idea.

"Um, not necessarily," I answered, trying to beat around the Bush as much as possible.

She looked at me, becoming a little frustrated. "Emily, tell me what happened."

I looked around the room a little, searching for a way out. I could lie to her, but that wouldn't get me anywhere.

"Mom, I was undercover when it happened," I said without a thought. I was actually surprised myself when I heard it come out of my own mouth.

She opened her mouth slightly, taking it and and attempting to comprehend it.

"I'm not really supposed to tell you anything, but, well, as my cover, I had to get...close to the suspect," I added. I couldn't even believe how much I was revealing right now, but I'm pretty sure this was the longest conversation we had had without arguing since I was a teenager...maybe even before that.

She had this weird look about her. I knew she wouldn't understand. I felt helpless because, for the first time ever, I couldn't tell what someone was thinking. She wasn't even trying to talk; she was just looking at me. For seconds, minutes even. Just looking at me.

"So, I'm guessing the father's not going to be around?" She asked calmly.

I blinked. That was it? No lecturing me? No shaming me? No disowning me?

"Um...No," I answered, shaking my head, still slightly taken aback.

"How long will you be in DC?" She asked, knowing both of our careers caused us to travel.

"Actually," I said, starting to feel a little more comfortable, "I resigned."

"Really?" She asked. "I thought that was what you wanted to do."

"It was," I said simply.