Hey guys! I'm finding it so much harder to write now that they're actually a couple. Does that make any sense? It shouldn't because now we know how they actually act. I don't know. Either way, monday's episode completely ruined me. I have been pissed at Walter since the episode came out. Let me know what you think and thank you for reading

-Aislin

Toby didn't know what to say to the hysterical Happy sitting in their living room, he hadn't known what to say when she had become hysterical, and he certainly didn't know what was causing all of this. All he knew was that as soon as he had walked through the door she had burst into tears.. She wouldn't talk about it. All she did was cry, which wasn't like Happy at all. She wouldn't talk to him. Hell, she wouldn't even look at him.

Normally, he could handle this. This was exactly what he was trained to do, but this was Happy. He had never seen her like this. He knew how to calm her down after something minor, and he knew how to help her through any tough situation, but he didn't know how to help her through this.

So, here he was in the kitchen. He was somewhere between hiding from the situation in the living room, and thinking about how to deal with this. He didn't know how to fix this. Happy meant everything with him. To say it in the cheesiest way possible, she was his rock. Having her down like this was tearing Toby apart.

He couldn't bear this. He filled a glass of water, and walked into the living room to face his upset wife. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, but he never really knew anyway. "Happy, I brought you some water," He announced as he sat down beside her. She was curled up in a ball on the sofa. Her face was in her hands, but she shook it slightly to let him know she didn't want any. "You really should drink. It's good to replace your lost fluids. It wouldn't be good for you to get dehydrated."

She slowly sat up, and gently took the water out of his hands. Her breaths were much too sporadic for her to drink it. She just held it by her mouth trying to calm down enough to drink. She hadn't wanted to get this emotional, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't. "Ok, Happy," He hesitantly placed his arm around her,"Just count to ten. Out loud. Slowly with me."

"Don't shrink me," She gasped out.

"Everyone knows this is how you calm someone down, and It's hurting me to see you like this.," He explained. "Come on. Count with me. "

"One," She started. "Two, Three." She lost count as gasped in and out. A couple more tears escaped his eyes. "One," She tried again only to lose her breath again.

"Hey, hey," He took her face in his hands. She resisted him. "Look at me. Whatever this is, I won't let anything happen to you. You just need to breathe. All you need to do is breathe. I've got you."

"One," She took a shaky breath in. "Two...Three...Four...Ok, I'm good. I'm ok."

"I'm not sure I'm gonna agree with that. What happened?," He sighed. When she had calmed down enough to wipe her face, he took his hands away from her face and pushed her to drink from the water.

"I'm not a child, you know. I can drink on my own," She laughed weakly. She took a few sips and placed the cup back on the table. She moved so that she could lean against him.

"You haven't told me what's wrong. And you can't tell me it's nothing. Happy doesn't cry over nothing," He informed her. She buried her head into him. "Happy, you can talk to me about anything. Nothing you say or do could ever make me stop loving you."

"I didn't mean to start crying," She sniffled. "I...uh...I was planning on just telling you, but then you came in, and I don't know," She trailed off.

"Tell me what," He pressed gripping her tighter.

"I...uh...I'm pregnant," She didn't look up at him.

"That's awesome," He said without missing a beat. "Why were you crying? Are you not happy about it?"

"No, I...I'm scared," She murmured. "I didn't know if you'd be happy about it."

"Of course I'm happy about it," Toby exclaimed.

"What if we can't take care of a baby?" She wondered out loud.

"I'm sure two geniuses can take care of a baby," He chuckled.

"I don't think I'm caring enough to-" She started.

"You are," He interrupted.

"No, I'm not. I'm closed off and cold and-" She argued.

"No," He cut her off again. "Yes, you have walls, and, yes, you aren't trusting, but that's only to adults. I've seen you with Ralph. You've never not loved him. You are going to be an amazing mother, Happy."

"What if I'm not ready?" She asked nervously.

"Nobody ever thinks they're ready," He wrapped his arms around her much tighter, "But think of it this way: we have about 9 months to prepare. I think we, as geniuses, can be ready by then."

"I guess."

"We don't have to go through with this if you don't want to," He pointed out. "We could..."

"No," She snapped. "I don't want that."

"We're going to be parents?" He clarified.

"We're going to be parents," She laughed in disbelief.

"What are we going to name if it's a boy? Or a girl?" Toby had been blabbing on and on about it all night. At first, Happy had found it endearing, but now she was starting to get annoyed. She was exhausted and ready to sleep, and he just kept going.

"Could you maybe shut up, Doc?" She groaned.

"Am I annoying you?" He asked.

"Mm," She responded sleepily.

"Sorry, I'm just excited. I'll let you sleep," He apologized.

"Thank God," Happy sighed in relief. "I hope our kid doesn't get that. I couldn't handle two blabbermouths."

"I'm offended," He chuckled.

"You should be. Now, you're not gonna respond, so that I can sleep, and we can talk tomorrow," She instructed. He mock saluted. Then he dramatically constructed a hand heart and mouthed I love you. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too."