"Fiona Glenanne!" He shouts her name once more, "Are you telling me you are pregnant with twins?"
"Oh sweet baby Jesus," Sam blurts out while Madeline's face lights up.
"No!" She tells him quickly, but looks uncertain, "Well…"
"Which is it now?" He says, desperately needing to know.
"I don't know. I could be. I haven't been to a doctor yet," she puffs out in a rush.
Mike takes a sigh of relief before he thinks that's another issue they're going to have to deal with. They can't just walk into a OB/GYN doctor's office and say, I'm an ex-spy and here's my girlfriend I accidently knocked up, she's ex-IRA, in the country illegally so I need you to keep this covert while you help us with our pregnancy, yeah that's not going to go over well.
"Well I believe that's been enough excitement for me for one day," Madeline interrupts his thoughts as Sam tugs on her arm tilting his head toward the door and for once she agrees with him that it's time to go and leave them alone to talk.
"I'm so happy for both of you! I'm going to be a grandma!" She beams, kissing them both on the cheek before moving towards the door but pausing as she remembers something.
"Oh, be sure to put the groceries up. Don't want the milk and yogurt to spoil. And Fiona, there's a box of baking soda in there as well. Also, I got you a couple of lemons and some sugar. Lemonade is great for morning sickness. I drunk it by the gallon when I was pregnant with Michael."
There's dead silence before Michael speaks, "Wait, what? Mom you already knew? How did you know she was pregnant?"
"Michael, you ought to know better by now, a woman can't share all her secrets." Realizing by the look on his face that that answer wasn't a satisfactory one she continues, "Call it a woman's intuition," that one didn't fly either so she finally explains, "Oh well alright, Fiona, the way you looked pure green last night as Sam and I ate the Thai food. I could tell the smell was bothering you by the way you wrinkled your nose. And you choose water over beer."
"Oh, Maddy, you're good, so that's why you bought all this odd stuff this morning," Sam says moving to the counter and digging through the bags and pulling out a variety of food: lemons, oranges, bananas, a jar of pickles, a jar of peanut butter, a jar of apple jelly, a loaf of bread, a bag of already popped pop corn, three variety packs of yoghurt, a pack of Gatorade, a half-gallon of milk, one box of baking soda, one box of fruit loops, a bag of sugar and two packs of cigarettes.
"Oh! Those are mine! I was wandering where that bag boy put them." Madeline catches the packs as Sam tosses them to her before placing what needed to be refrigerated into the old fridge.
"Well it looks like you forgot the beer," Sam says making his way over to Madeline, "Let's remedy that," he tells her as they make their way out.
Shooting a warning look over his shoulder to Mike and Fi before he closes the loft door, Sam tells them "You two play nice now. I mean it."
"Bye Sam." Michael and Fiona say in unison.
After they're gone, and they're finally alone, Fiona is the first to speak, "Well that wasn't exactly how I had planned on telling them."
"Oh, so you were planning on telling them?" Michael asks, a slight edge to his voice and Fiona reels from the sudden change in him and it's her turn to stare in shock as he continues, "When? After you were several hundred miles away?" He seems upset and Fi turns to face him searching for the right words to tell him, knowing she had been caught, but she had warned him, hadn't she?
"Jesus Fi, I don't want you to go," Michael pleads to her, "Please, don't run. Don't run away from this. Don't run away from me. Don't leave me," he says finally, letting her see how much she affects him.
She can feel her eyes begin to tear up again and a lump forms in her throat.
"Michael, I…" She begins but can't seem to get the words out. She brings her fingers to her mouth as the tears begin to spill down her cheeks and over her lips, "Damn it," she whispers as she's unable to stop herself from crying.
"You're the only one who's ever been able to leave me a complete mess," she accuses half-heartedly.
In one fluid motion he scoops her up into his arms, instantly knowing by the flares of pain shooting through his battered body that he's going to regret this later. However, the feeling of her cradled in his arms outweighs the pain as he sits down with her in his lap on the bed.
He reaches over and pulls the extra blanket around them both and lays them down on their sides gently. He smiles down at her as she places her hand against his chest and doesn't push away but settles in, "You may be a handful, two handfuls," he corrects himself, chuckling before telling her softly, "but you are never a mess."
She wipes at her face and looks like she's about to disagree with him but instead looks seductively at him as she whispers, "I think this is how we got in trouble to begin with."
"Just rest Fi," he breathes as he shifts to make them more comfortable and he lays his head down gently beside hers.
When Fiona wakes it's to Michael leaning over her. He's dressed in a dark grey suit and dress shirt looking sharp and unfazed by yesterday and today's events. He looked perfectly normal, just like himself except for the slight discoloring bruise close to his mouth, the slight swelling of his lips and the rigid way he holds himself. The mattress dips as he sits beside her.
"I'm going out for a while. You're welcome to stay if you want to." He tells her soothingly, not trying to sway her either way wanting it to be solely her choice.
She rolls back over and snuggles deeper into the covers in response.
He pats her side through the covers, "Sleep well Fi," he says softly and leaves.