A/N I still do not own these characters. This story is just a fun way for me to think.
It was Christmas Eve Michael was at the grocery store picking up the last few things they needed to make Christmas dinner. After fighting his was through the store and then the checkout line he was on his way back to the loft. The entire time he was out he couldn't help but think that this time next year he would be a father. The thought scared the crap put of him. He always promised himself he would never be like his own father, but what if it was part of his genetics. It was part of the reason why he never wanted to have a family of his own. But knowing he was going to be a father changed everything. He loved that little baby growing inside of Fiona and it was just a little blob. He made it back to the loft and as he was locking the gate he started to wonder how much longer he would be living here. It was no place to raise a child. Technically there was no bedroom let alone a room for a baby. He knew that he was going to have to start looking for a better and safer place to live. Grabbing the bags from the car he made his way into the loft.
"Fi, I'm back." he called out. Not getting any response he called out again "Fi." Michael put the bags on the kitchen counter and turned to look for her. That's when he saw her laying on the floor under the Christmas tree. He started to run towards her sliding the last few feet on his knees. When his arms made it to her, her eyes pooped open.
"Michael, what's wrong? You look worried." Fiona started to sit up and Michael helped her along the way.
"I called for you and you didn't answer then I saw you lying on the floor. What are you doing?"
"I was looking at the tree Michael." he looked at her questioningly. "What you never lay under the Christmas tree and looked up at it?"
Michael shook his head no. "No Fi I can honestly say I never did."
Fiona started to lie back down under the tree. "Well that's what I was doing. I guess I drifted off." Michael started to get up; Fiona grabbed his hand keeping him on the floor. "Where are you going?"
"I was going to go put the food away so it doesn't defrost all the way." Michael tried to get up again but Fiona still held onto his hand. "Fi unless your going to put the food away I'm going to need my hand back."
Fiona let go of his hand and Michael got up. "Come back to me when you're done."
Michael looked back at Fiona lying under the tree. "Ok Fi just give me a few minutes." Michael put the food away and kept looking over at Fiona who didn't move at all. The lights from the tree were shining down on her; she had her hands resting on her still flat stomach. When Michael was done putting the food away he made his way back over to Fiona, sitting next to her he took her hand in his.
Fiona looked at Michael. "Lay down with me Michael; it's so pretty under here."
Michael smiled at her and kissed her hand before lying beside her. He looked at the tree and he thought to himself it is really pretty. "So you did this when you were little?"
"Yep every year, it's the best way to see the tree. You can see everything all at once." she paused before continuing. "Isn't it beautiful Michael?"
Michael looked at Fiona, "Yeah beautiful." he turned on his side and kissed her cheek. She turned her head and kissed him on the lips. Michaels hand went to her stomach and he gently rubbed her stomach. "So you think next year you will do this with the baby?"
Fiona thought for a second before answering. "Michael the baby will be five or six months old I doubt he or she will be sitting still for too long. Don't they start to crawl after a couple of months?"
"Five or six moths old? Fi how far along are you? We never did talk about that." Michael sat up and then helped Fiona sit up.
"I figured I'm about three to four months along." she sat in a Buddha position.
"Three to four mon-, why did you only tell me last week that you were pregnant? Michael said a little louder then he meant to.
Fiona put her hand on Michael's cheek. "Michael calm down, at first I wasn't sure I was pregnant, then when I was sure I was trying to figure out how to tell you. I didn't know how you would react."
Michael just looked at her. "Fair enough I guess. Fi you had to know that I would be with you on this. I am going to be there every step of the way. I want to be there for every craving. Every mood swing although for the mood swings I may stay away a bit." Michael let out a little chuckle.
Fiona pushed Michael away but he came right back to her. "Not funny Michael. And I know you are going to be there every step of the way because I won't let you be any where else. You helped get me into this, and your going to help me get through this." she grabbed his hand and held I to her stomach.
"I am not going anywhere Fi, what ever you need or want anytime day or night you got it." Michael scooped up Fiona and placed her in his lap so he could wrap his arms around her.
"You really mean that Michael?" she asked as she turned her head to look at him.
"Of course Fi."
"Good cause I'm hungry and I want you to feed me. Well us I guess." she patted her stomach.
Michael laughed and then helped Fiona out of his lap. As they made there way to the kitchen Michael had his arm around her shoulders. When they were passing the stools by the counter he motioned for her to sit.
"Michael your not going to be one of those over protective fathers are you?"
Michael looked at her and thought for a moment, "Looks like I might be Fi." I guess we will find out." Michael looked in the fridge to see what he could cook for dinner. "Did you have anything special in mind for dinner tonight?"
"No not really. I just know I'm hungry." Fiona got off the stool and walked around to the fridge to look inside with Michael. Michael shot her a look saying you should be sitting. "Michael I'm fine, I can still do everything I could before minus the drinking. Relax."
"Ok if you say your fine, then your fine. Now about dinner would you rather I cook or should I just order something?"
Fiona closed the refrigerator and leaned against the counter, "Well I'll leave that up to you seeing as your cooking dinner tomorrow. Do you want to cook two nights in a row?"
"I'm cooking dinner tomorrow? When was that decided?
"I dunno, why you don't want to cook?" she asked.
"Of course I'll cook I just didn't realize you had decided that I would do it."
"Michael think back, all the time you have known me how often do I cook?"
Michael thought for a minute, "Almost never."
"Exactly, now think back again. How often do you cook?"
"More then you?" he replied questioningly.
"Michael I think you are getting it. Trust me there is a reason why I don't cook."
"Well guess what Fi; you're going to be helping me cook tomorrow. Its time you learn a few things. You can make explosives with no problems so how much harder can cooking be? As for tonight I'll order in." Michael started to look through the take out menus.
Fiona was also looking through the menus. "Michael are you sure you want me to help you cook? I've never been good at it and I'm going to want to eat."
"Fi it will be fine. Its not like I'm going to make you do it by yourself I will be right here helping you." Michael picked up a Chinese menu. "How about Chinese tonight?"
"I could go for Chinese but not from there. There egg rolls suck." Fiona picked up another menu. "This place is better, but they don't deliver."
"Ok then, I'll go pick it up. Lucky for us Chinese places are open on Christmas Eve. You call and order and I'll go pick it up. Just get me my usual please."
Fiona made the call to order the food and Michael went to go get it. Along with a list of other things Fiona wanted. Michael knew that by the time he picked up the food the grocery store would be closed for the holiday so he went to 7-11 to pick up what he could from Fiona's list which consisted of mostly junk food. Michael cringed at all the junk and was going to make sure she did not eat it all at once. He understood that pregnant women get cravings but slim jims and ice cream. Eww. When Michael got back to the loft the heard the shower running.
"Fi?" he said as he walked into the half open bathroom door.
"What Michael?" she sounded a little annoyed.
Michael put the toilet lid down and sat on it. "What's wrong Fi? You sound angry."
Fiona turned off the water, opened the shower curtain and pointed to the towel that was sitting next to Michael. He got up and wrapped the towel around her. "I am not angry Michael, maybe a lil annoyed."
"At me? He asked rubbing her arms to help dry her off.
"Should I be annoyed at you?"
"I don't think so, you were fine when I left and that was only 45 minutes ago."
"Then why would I be annoyed at you?" she asked.
"I don't know, why are you annoyed then?"
"If you must know I am annoyed because after you left I felt a little sick and before I could make it to the toilet I threw up and it got all over me." she looked embarrassed.
"Fi I hate to break this to you but I think they call that morning sickness." Michael picked Fiona up and carried her out of the bathroom and over to the bed lying her down gently.
"I know its morning sickness I was just hoping I could skip all that." Fiona curled up on her side and Michael sat next to her and rubbed her back gently.
"I'm sure all pregnant woman hope they could skip it but hoping doesn't make it happen Fi. I'm going to guess you don't want to eat right now so I'm going to put the food in the fridge." Michael went to get up but Fi rolled over and stopped him from getting up.
"No stay with me." she held onto his wrist.
"Ok Fi I'll stay. Why don't you close your eyes and try and rest? I'll be right here."
Fiona rolled back onto her side and curled into a ball. Michael covered her with the sheet and stayed with her. After a few minutes Fiona broke the silence.
"Thank you Michael."
"For what Fi?"
"For being with me."
"Anytime Fi. By the way I've been meaning to ask you, have you seen a doctor yet?" He asked leaning over her to see her face.
Fiona looked up at Michael, "Not yet I guess I should work on that huh?"
"Yeah but lets not worry about that now, for now I just want you to close your eyes and rest. We will find a doctor after Christmas.
Reviews are kindly appreciated. Lets me know if I am getting this right or not.
