It was a rare stretch of time that the team had off, and all of them had taken full advantage to it. At first they were all paranoid the link between the two time machines were broken or worse the others had figured out how to turn off the honing device. Someone was constantly checking the monitor to make sure everything was running correctly, but as far as they could tell everything was fine and their enemies were still in present day.

Once they got used to the idea that there would be no mission that day the slowly started to relax. They weren't sure what caused the sudden stop, it probably wasn't for anything good, but it had been so long since they had this much time off no one questioned it.

The future parents they took this time to start setting everything up for their baby. She wasn't due for another few months, but since they didn't know when they would have another stretch of free time they knew they needed to get to work. Plus an actual trip to the doctors with a full ultrasound was also a nice luxury.

Neither of them had realized how much stuff a baby actually needed. She had casually searched the internet as to what they would need and written down anything that stood out, but she hadn't expected that when she showed it to her boss she would actually need everything on it.

The older agent found everything that the new parents would need and brought over many boxes to the bunker, which quickly piled up in the bedrooms. Most of the time they were too tired and in denial to look at them and they were shoved farther into the corner, but with her due date approaching faster than either of them would have liked they knew they had to get to work.

It started off by sorting through the boxes of what could be kept in them until the baby was born, such as toys, bedding, and bottles, and things they needed to put together, like the crib and changing table. From there the real fun began, or really the fun for him. He didn't trust her to do anything but hand him pieces afraid she she trip over something small and manage to fall and break the project. She could only roll her eyes at him knowing he was probably right, but not wanting to admit it.

The crib was the first real project and it was taking him a few days to put it together. It was the crib their boss's children had used and she had saved for them, along with many other baby necessities.

"My wife called me a hoarder." she jokingly told them when she brought over the first load, "but I knew I wanted to pass them down to your baby. I didn't know what your situation was at the time, but I figured you would need as much help as possible."

She had thanked the older woman profusely for thinking of them even when she hadn't really met them yet. It meant the world to her to have someone who was a mother and gone through all of this before, especially when she couldn't turn to her own mother anymore. Passing down old baby essentials was just the tip of the iceberg for all that she had done. The future mother knew there was no way she was ever going to fully repay or thank her enough for all that she had done and was going to do for her future family.

The crib had gone from very organized bags of pieces, to actually resembling a place for their baby to sleep in. It was hard for both of them to wrap their minds around the idea that in their not so distant future their child would be sleeping in that very crib.

"Well what do you think?" He asked standing up proudly next to his completed project.

She looked up from where she was folding freshly washed baby clothes, "looks good."

"That's it? It looks good?"

She gave him a small laugh, "I'm very proud of you Wyatt, you did an excellent job at building an IKEA crib."

"You're right I did. I'm pretty sure this bed will be a heck of a lot more comfortable than our cots."

"Lucky baby." She said and went back to folding.

He sat down on the only spot on the bed that wasn't covered in newborn items.

"I can't believe it will be this small" he said holding a newborn onesie in his hands.

"Small until I realize I have to push it out of me, then they of this is huge." She countered taking the onesie from him and folding it up.

"Okay what's up with you?"

She looked at him confused, "what do you mean?"

"I thought you would be ecstatic over the completed crib, but here you are more focused on folding clothes than finally checking one thing off our ever growing baby list."

She sighed, "sorry I guess I'm just a little bit distracted."

"By what? I don't think Rittenhouse is going to take out the lifeboat today and everything with the baby is fine…right?"

"Yes you were there with me, our child is somehow still thriving even with all our trips. And for once I'm not worried about Rittenhouse, or at least they're not my main focus."

"I know the doctor said, but I had to check that nothing changed." He paused before continuing, "if it's that's not it that and it's not Rittenhouse then what's got you so lost in your head?"

She closed her eyes and sighed, "it's my mother."

"Your mother? Why are you worried about her?"

"Not her exactly, more of me turning out to be like her."

"I don't think you're going to suddenly turn out to be Rittenhouse and be evil if that's what you mean."

"No nothing like that." She quickly brushed off not even wanting to joke about that idea. "Don't get me wrong I had a great childhood and I loved my mother and I know she loved me, but she just had very high expectations of what I should be doing with my life."

He took her hands into his letting her know she had his full attention. He wasn't going to speak until she needed him to knowing that this was part of her process of becoming a mother in such an undesirable situation. Not that they weren't excited about having a child, especially once they fully got used to the idea. He was proud to say they were having more happy conversations about their future along with the serious ones.

"Before all this happened my mother and I used to be really close and I could tell her anything. Even after I lost Amy I thought I could still talk to her, but then everything came out in the open and I didn't know what was true anymore. I wasn't even sure if my mom would save my life or let Rittenhouse kill me! I don't want that fear for my…our child at all. I want them to know they can trust us and that their life is more important than work or some stupid organization."

She started off her rant with a clear idea in mind, but once she got started she found it hard to stop. It was as if everything she had been fearing these past few months had burst out. She knew most of it didn't make sense and was all over the place, but she didn't care. She needed to let all her thoughts go free and maybe then she would feel better.

"I just don't know anymore Wyatt what was her and what was Rittenhouse. Even with history that was all planned out! I was meant to take over her place at Stanford and continue what she started. I love history and I love teaching and both things lead me to this very moment, but other than that one stupid moment when I wanted to join a band my life was all her plan. I couldn't even take my dream teaching job in Chicago because it wasn't our Stanford plan and taking it meant leaving her!"

She took a deep breath before continuing to try and collect her thoughts.

"I just don't want that for our child Wyatt. I want them to be able to choose whatever path they want to. I don't want them to go into history or the military because they want to make us happy. I want them to find their own passion and know that we will support them no matter what. And I never ever want our child to question our love for them. I want them to know that they will always come first to us and not second place to the job or anything else. Because this baby…our baby, is all that matters right now and making sure they have the best life possible. I just don't understand how my mother was able to do all of that to me and not feel guilty. How at the end of the day Rittenhouse still came first?"

He quickly pulled her into his side and rubbed a comforting hand up and down her arm.

"I know exactly what you mean." He said quietly.

She tilted her head up to look at him and found him staring straight at the finished crib.

"With my father." He clarified. "I don't understand how he was able to do the things he did to me, I don't think I want to understand. I think back on my childhood and all that happened and get so scared Lucy. I want to believe I'm a better man than him, but in the end I don't know what caused him to snap. Every time I think about our baby all I feel is love and I want to do everything in my power to protect them, but what if I turn out just like him? What if something happens between the stress of our job and my past and I turn out just like him. I'm thankful I had my grandfather to show me how to be a proper father, but there's still always a chance I'll end up like my old man and I don't want that."

"You're not going to be like him Wyatt." She said without hesitation.

"How do you know?"

She reached up and put her hand on his chin to try and get him to turn and face her, but he continued to stare at the crib. It didn't deter her though and instead ran her fingers along the stubble on his cheek and kept her eyes glued to him.

"Because, you Wyatt. You are a good man. You have always put others first and look out for the team and total strangers. Why are you going to treat our child any differently? You have so much love in your heart and I can't wait to see be a father. There is no one else I would rather raise a child in a bunker with. I'm really glad it was you who knocked me up."

"I'm kind of glad I knocked you up too."

He finally looked down into her eyes, both of them with matching smiles on their faces. He removed one hand from around her shoulder and placed it on her bulging stomach where their baby was happily kicking away.

"I'm glad we're on the same page." He spoke after a moment of silence.

"Me too. I feel so much better now."

"What do you think is it time to try our hand at the changing table or should we take a break and get something to eat?"

Before she could even begin to think of an answer the alarm blared letting them know the mothership had finally jumped.

"No!" She groaned and buried her head into his arm. "You were saying about Rittenhouse not leaving anytime soon?"

"Looks like I spoke too soon huh?" He laughed.

"Well at least you got the crib finished so we won't have to be worried about losing a piece when we're in whichever decade they have us going to. I guess the clothes and everything else will have to wait though."

He quickly stood up and held out a hand to help her off of the bed. "Come on let's go see where they finally decided to jump to and ruin our streak of peace."