He had been watching his ex wife closely every time their paths would cross. It was more often than he would have liked, especially given his partner's condition, that they would confront each other's teams in the past. But it was during those moments that he really got a good look at her, in particular her stomach.

She had never given him an exact timeline of how far along she thought she was, but he knew she couldn't be that far behind the other pregnant woman in his life.

Since he didn't have a lot of experience with pregnant woman and their changing bodies most of his information came from what he observed with the woman he was living with. It started with subtle changes in her face, hips, and other places he knew he didn't have permission to be looking at, and then one day her stomach expanded into a well defined bump.

Of course she had been complaining about her stomach growing for weeks before that actually happened, especially with regards to her clothes and period outfits. In the later decades it was easier for her to find pieces that both fit and hid the growing bump, but anything earlier, especially with corsets, she could not stand to wear or even fit into.

He often found her researching maternity wear for different decades so that she would better be prepared for that time jump. It was important to them that they keep this pregnancy a secret for as long as possible. They did not need this new Rittenhouse to find out about their baby, nothing good would happen if they did. The team did their best to keep her hidden from their enemies and she did her best to find clothes that would blend in and hide her new figure.

Of course he kept his mouth shut every time she complained about the struggle and let her rant away about how hard it was to fit into her present day clothes let alone ones in the past. He would never admit to her that he actually enjoyed seeing the growth of her stomach. He still could not wrap his brain around the fact that it was his child growing inside of her stomach and he soaked up the physical proof of it. He knew he would get yelled at for admitting this though, so it was best to keep his mouth shut.

He didn't see any of those curves though on the other woman. He knew she wouldn't be as far along, but there would have been signs of pregnancy at this point. She could have been really good at hiding a bump, but something in his gut told him that wasn't the case. From his partner he had learned there was more to being pregnant than a large stomach and she showed none of the other signs.

"I don't think Jessica's pregnant." He'd said to her after a particular rough mission.

Their enemies had gotten too close for comfort to the point where she had to hide in the hotel room to make sure she and the baby stayed safe and a secret while the other three ran after the pair. It was during this moment that he actually got close up enough to his ex wife to see the truth.

The two of them were now in her bedroom after their debriefing. The rest of their team members were scattered around the bunker and the pair had snuck away to give their friends privacy in his bedroom.

She looked at him for a moment before asking, "why do you say that?"

"I've been comparing Jessica to you these past few weeks and she just doesn't look pregnant." He shrugged. "She would be, what a month or two behind you? With you I could tell subtle differences as the days went on, but she looks exactly the same as the day she told me she was pregnant. I mean there's still a chance I'm wrong, but I really don't think she's pregnant."

"How do you feel about it?" She asked sitting on the bed and patting the spot beside her.

"I don't know." he answered sitting down beside her. "Part of me is hurt and angry that she really did lie to me about being pregnant. Another part of me is sad because I always dreamed about having a baby with the old Jessica and she took that away from me. But honestly, mostly just relieved."

"Why do you say that?" She continued.

The two were working hard on communicating openly with one another. Secrets were what tore them apart before and neither of them wanted that to happen again, especially when they were adding a baby into the mix. When she asked his about his feelings now he knew it wasn't to rub it in his face that she was right about the other woman's pregnancy or to pick a fight, she genuinely wanted to know what was running through his mind.

"I don't know what I would have done Lucy if she was pregnant. Even though I want nothing to do with Jessica now I couldn't let my child be raised by Emma and Rittenhouse. Plus I felt like I was being torn in two with your pregnancy and her's. I wanted to focus my energy on us, but in the back on my mind I was always wondering about Jessica and that baby. I'm just really relieved that I don't have to think about her and the what if's anymore and can focus on us, on our child."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, and Lucy." He grabbed her hand and made sure she was looking at him before continuing, "don't ever think you and this baby are a consolation prize. I'm not going to lie, I do want this baby more now because of Jessica, but from the moment you told me you were pregnant I was all in. You were my new future before she came back into my life and I wanted this to happen, I just hoped it would be a little later down the road after we'd defeated Rittenhouse and weren't living in a bunker."

They shared a laugh at that.

"I was kind of hoping for the same thing too, especially after that night." She admitted.

"At least we're on the same page now."

She nodded her head and took their clapped hands and placed them on her stomach, focusing them on the life they had created together. Suddenly a small roll was felt under his hand and he couldn't help but jump in surprise.

"Did I just…" he looked between where his hand laid on her stomach and up at her face.

"Yeah, he must know his Dad needed something to cheer him up." She answered with a smile.

His eyes grew wider with excitement and large smile broke out on his face as all the tension he had been holding melted away as their baby once again moved under his hand.

"So you think it's a boy?"

"Huh?"

"You said he."

"Oh I did? It must have been a pronoun slip."

"Have you thought about it, about what you want to have?" He continued to ask.

She thought for a moment, "no not really. Honestly I'll just be happy with this baby coming out with no extra limbs or seeing visions of the future or whatever other side effects could happen from time travel. What about you, do you have a preference?"

"Same here, I just want this baby to be healthy." He paused before continuing. "When I thought this Jessica was pregnant we had this conversation too. She wanted a girl, only a girl, even said we would keep trying until we got one. Which is funny now that I think about it because my Jessica really wanted a boy."

"A girl would be nice, if we're being honest I always thought about having a girl too. My mom had two girls so in the back on my mind I always felt I would have a daughter as well."

"But you said he." He reminded her with a teasing smile.

She rolled her eyes, "I told you it was a pronoun slip. I don't like referring to the baby as an it so he came out by mistake."

"You know we could solve this mystery now and find out the sex."

"Nope I'm not changing my mind on that one. In want to wait till I give birth to find out."

He let out an over dramatic sigh, "fine we'll wait." He paused before changing the conversation. "You know you can say it."

"Say what?" She asked looking confused at him.

"You know what, I'm actually surprised you aren't bursting out of the seams needing to say it."

She looked at him with the same puzzled look on her face.

"I told you so."

"Oh." She laughed, "well earlier didn't seem like a good time to say it, not when you were so sad, and then you threw me off by talking about the gender."

"Well I'm giving you my full permission to say it now. I should have listened to you then when you first suggested to me she was lying."

"Didn't mean I wanted one be right!"

Now it was his turn to give her a look.

She couldn't help but laugh, "okay you're right I did hope she wasn't telling the truth, for selfish reasons obviously, but that doesn't mean I wanted to see you hurt. I know how much it meant to you having Jessica back and I would have believed anything my sister said if she came back to me."

"Thanks Lucy, for everything."

"Of course! And Wyatt.."

He perked up his head and looked directly into her eyes once more.

"I told you so."