A/N - Oh my gosh I have never been so conflicted about what to do in all my life! So here's some tension for you as a reward while I get my ass in gear. Apologies, but thank you for the vocal feedback, it's really making me rethink my planning (which is a good thing, I promise!). Just a short one while I try and get my head in shape.

Chibs was dirty and bloody and exhausted by the time he got back to his house. It was dark outside, late into the night, somehow business with the Niners always seemed to escalate to something else. An impromptu trip to settle a dealer's debt had ended with a wild punch up and Chibs was aching. All he wanted was a beer, a takeaway and sex with Nina.

Maybe she'd be ready by now, she had been so hesitant for too long. Chibs longed to take control of her body again, make love to her, claim her as his own like he so needed to. Maybe she needed him to too.

"Nina?" He called out as soon as he opened the door and paused for a moment as he saw Tig sitting at his kitchen table. "Evening, all okay?"

Tig grimaced a little, hoping that Nina had stopped violently vomiting now. She came in from the other room, drying her face with a towel and tossing a couple of mints in her mouth. She looked at Tig, grateful for him stalling, and went to Chibs. She hugged him, holding him tight, willing him not to hate her the way she was sure that he might.

"Hello love," Chibs murmured, kissing the top of her forehead. She glanced up and wiped some dirt from his head, rubbing it away with her thumb. She could see the blood on his clothes but he waved her concern away. "Don't worry, it's not mine."

"Meeting went well?" Tig asked. Chibs shrugged.

"As well as expected," he replied casually. "You, uh, keeping company or something?"

Tig looked at Nina, hoping she would start the conversation. He could see she didn't want to, that she was already changing her mind about telling him now that they were face-to-face. He couldn't let that happen, he wanted this baby in more ways than he could ever admit to her.

"Nina wanted to talk to you about something," Tig finally said, motioning for her to speak. Nina swallowed nervously but nodded, she did want to. Chibs laughed.

"She need you here for that?" His expression changed as he noticed Nina turn her eyes to the ground. "What's going on?"

Nina knew she had to say it eventually. She led Chibs to sit down and held his hands tightly as she tried to find the courage to tell him. "I'm pregnant." The words felt heavy in the air, she simply couldn't follow it with the full truth, not yet. "When I was at Danny's, I-" She paused and gave Tig an apologetic look, she just couldn't do it. "It must be some guy from there." She could feel Chibs pulling his hand away from hers and she whimpered. "Please, Filip, I'm sorry, I don't know what to do."

"Nina." Tig was staring at her, expecting her to tell Chibs what had passed between them but she simply didn't dare.

Chibs was in an equally torn position. He looked at her, his girl, his Nina, and felt sick to know that someone else had done that to her. "Jesus Christ." He pinched his nose, this wasn't what he needed this evening. "How far along?"

"About six weeks," she said quietly. "I didn't want this but now... I don't know. It's... It's a life, a soul, in here. What happens now?"

Chibs bit his lower lip. Almost every single part of him loathed the thing in her body already, an alien invading his home. One uncomfortable chunk of his heart nagged at him though, the damned Catholic part. "I'm not sure," he muttered, glancing at Tig. "Little bastard in here." He leaned over and pressed his hand against her stomach, he was sure it felt warmer. "God sure does love to test us, huh?"

Nina smiled a little at that, stroking his cheek as she tried to understand his reaction. At least he wasn't angry. "I love you. Without a shadow of a doubt, Chibs, it's you, it's only you. But this?" She patted his hand on her. "I don't know what to do here."

Chibs nodded. "Your Da know?" Nina shook her head. "You should talk to him. I'll support you whatever you decide." He gave her a soft smile. "Sometimes beautiful things come out of accidents, just like my Kerrianne."

Tig could hardly believe what he was hearing. He looked between them, were they really breezing through this? Chibs gave Nina a long kiss, full of longing and love, and motioned upstairs.

"Go to bed, love, it's late. We can have a good chat in the morning." She nodded and tiptoed upstairs noiselessly. Tig stared at Chibs.

"That it, Prez?"

Chibs swallowed, what else could he say? He poured himself a large glass of scotch and knocked it back instantly. "Christ." His voice was dark as he muttered a string of profanities and ended with an almighty, "Fuck!" as he kicked the kitchen chair over. Tig stared at him as he slowly picked up his cut and put it back on.

"Where are you going?" Tig frowned. Chibs shrugged.

"Anywhere, anywhere but here tonight," he muttered. "You stay. Stay here, let her sleep and tell her in the morning that we're done, to get out of here. Help her find somewhere else, or ask Nero to. I can't be dealing with this shite."

He closed his eyes, he didn't want to do this but he knew what would happen. He could never win, he was an asshole if he made her get rid of it and a cuckold if he didn't. His perfect Nina would never be the same again. He stormed out of the house, getting straight on his bike as he set off somewhere, anywhere. He didn't glance back even once, not even to see Nina's silhouette against the light of the bedroom window.