A/N: I'm back and probably updating much sooner than you expected! (Don't get used to it). I am going to try my hardest to finish update this story as frequently as possible, but school is starting soon and things are getting busy. Please just hang in there with me! I also want to give a big thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter 12! You guys made me want to get this next chapter out quickly! Without further ado, enjoy chapter 13!

Chapter 13: Positive

Sara stared blankly at the pregnancy test on the counter. Positive, it read. She was overtaken by an overwhelming number of contradicting emotions: fear, stress, anxiety, uncertainty, joy.

Joy. So. Much. Joy.

They were having another baby.

Sara wiped at the tears that had made their way down her face, and quickly gathered the test and every piece of evidence that she took it and stuffed it in the bottom of the trashcan. She wasn't ready for Michael to find out just yet. She needed a minute to process it herself, first.

"Sara?" she heard Michael call from the kitchen.

After triple-checking that she did not look like she had just been crying, Sara made her way toward the kitchen.

"Hi," she called out when she saw her husband.

He turned to face her and smiled. She was a vision.

"Hi, beautiful," he said crossing the kitchen to meet her. He pulled her in for a kiss.

"Sorry I wasn't home when you got here. Had to run a few errands," he told her when they parted.

"That's okay," Sara said, rounding the kitchen island. "We haven't been home long."

"Where are the boys?" Michael said, taking a seat at the counter.

"Upstairs, watching a movie," Sara told him before cheekily adding, "That means we have approximately," she paused to look at her watch, "almost an hour before they are done and demanding to be entertained."

Michael smirked. His wife was such a flirt.

"Well what exactly did you have in mind, Mrs. Scofield?" Michael said mischievously, crossing the kitchen to be closer to his wife. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her onto the countertop.

"Oh, I don't know, Mr. Scofield. We can do anything that you would like," Sara told him with a smirk.

"Anything, huh?" Michael said with a raised brow.

Sara smiled at her husband. She knew she had to tell him about their day at the park, but for now, she was still riding on the emotional high of finding out that she was pregnant. Things felt almost normal.

For all she knew, revealing the events about what happened at the park could be the end of their happy, almost normal moments as a family. She wanted to take advantage of this time while she still could. Besides, it wasn't like she was lying to her husband. She was just withholding the truth.

"Hello? Paging Dr. Scofield," Michael joked, waving his hands in front of her face.

"Huh?" Sara said, snapping out of her trance. "Oh, sorry."

"Where'd you go?" Michael asked with a crease in his forehead.

"Nowhere. I'm here with you," Sara started, kissing his cheek.

"Now," she continued, lacing her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him between her legs. "What is this you were saying about how we should spend our alone time?" Sara said before pulling his mouth to hers for a searing kiss. She didn't care how long they had been together or how cheesy it sounded, her husband still gave her butterflies.

Sara let herself get carried away in the moment, taking note of all of the sensations she was feeling. The way his closely shaved head felt in her finger tips. The muscles in his back that she could feel as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The feeling of his hands in her hair, on her face, up and down her back. The warmth that she felt in the pit of her stomach that spread throughout every pore of her body. The overwhelming sense of happiness that took over her heart and spread throughout her entire being.

When she finally pulled away and saw the beaming smile on her husbands face, she couldn't help but mirror the sentiment.

"Wow," he said.

"What?"

"The more I look at you, the more beautiful you get. How can that even be possible?"

Sara blushed and looked at her feet. He knew she loved and hated when he complimented her like that. Michael put a finger under her chin and lifted it ever so slightly to capture her lips in a chaste kiss. Sara kissed his cheek once more, hopped off the counter, and pulled out a beer from the fridge for Michael. He smiled as she sauntered back over with the opened bottle. Damn, he was lucky.

"None for you?" Michael asked. Usually the two shared a drink in the evenings when the kids were otherwise occupied.

"Not today," Sara said, grabbing a bottle of water and moving to sit at the kitchen table, hoping her wouldn't press the subject.

Sara breathed a sigh of relief when he followed her to the table. She would be able to keep that secret to herself for a little bit longer. It wasn't that she didn't think Michael would be excited—she knew he would be. But with the excitement would come an unbelievable amount of stress, especially once he found out what went down at the park.

"How was the park?" Michael asked.

And there it was. Sara could almost here the sound of their happy little family bubble popping.

"About that…" she started.

Before Sara could continue, they were interrupted by the doorbell.

"Ooh, saved by the bell," Michael said with a wink.

Sara let out a breath that she forgot she was holding. This was going to be so much harder than she expected.

"Hey, baby bro," Lincoln greeted when Michael opened the door.

"Linc, Sofia, hey. You guys are back early," Michael said, pulling his brother in for a hug.

"Yeah we managed to get an early flight back because someone was missing their daughter," Lincoln said accusingly.

"Oh don't even act like it wasn't you, buddy," Sofia said, kissing Michael's cheek before brushing past him to go find Sara.

"Where are the kids?" Lincoln asked, shamelessly checking out his wife as she walked away from them.

Michael rolled his eyes. "Hey, Linc, I think you've got a little drool dripping down your chin."

Lincoln shoved gently shoved his brother to the side.

"Shut up, bro. She's my wife. I'm allowed to stare."

"Sara," Sofia called out from around the corner.

"Hey, thanks again for watching Em this weekend. It was nice to be able to escape the baby food and spit up and diapers and—hey," Sofia stopped mid-sentence when she saw the look on Sara's face.

"What's going on?" she asked, going to sit down next to her friend.

"What? Oh, nothing," Sara said looking down at her hands.

From around the corner, she could hear Lincoln approaching. Now was as good a time as any.

"There's my favorite sister-in-law," Lincoln said, making his way to kiss the top of Sara's head.

"Last time I checked, Linc, I'm your only sister-in-law."

"But you would be my favorite regardless," Lincoln said sitting next to Sofia and slinging an arm around her shoulders.

"Where's my baby girl?" he asked.

"She's sleeping in the next room, and if you wake her up, you will have two very feisty Burrows women, so I suggest you sit your butt back down and leave her be," Sofia told him.

"Yes, ma'am," Lincoln said, saluting his wife and earning an elbow in the ribs as a result.

"So," Lincoln started as Michael made his way to the kitchen.

"Boys are fine," he announced before kissing Sara's forehead and wrapping an arm around her as he took his seat next to her.

"Did we miss anything exciting?" Lincoln asked.

Sara looked down at her lap.

"There is something that we do need to tell you. We were going to mention it before you left, but we didn't want to ruin your weekend," Sara started. She felt Michael noticeably tense in his seat next to her and placed a comforting hand on his leg.

"What's going on?" Sofia asked.

Sara opened her mouth to begin, but in that moment, all words failed her.

Michael placed his hand atop of hers which was comfortably resting on his left thigh.

"We just want you to know that Emily was never in any harms way and we would protect her like she was our own daughter," Michael said reassuringly.

"Okay, now you're starting to freak me out," Lincoln said, growing agitated.

"Do you remember that dream that I told you about? The one that Mikey had about me? And Maricruz and I came to the conclusion that it was about Captain Hook?" Sara asked looking at Sofia for confirmation.

"Yes. I remember how worked up you were about it," she told her friend.

"There's no easy way to say this," Sara said, looking down for what seemed to be the millionth time that day. She couldn't do this. She couldn't look her friends in the eye and tell them that their whole world was about to come crumbling down around them.

Michael sensed her hesitance and took the lead, squeezing her hand in reassurance in the process.

"It's recently come to our attention that one of our friends from Fox River has somehow managed to escape. You know which one I'm talking about, don't you? The one who could strongly resemble Captain Hook?," Michael said. He could feel himself getting angrier by the minute as he talked about the demons from their past that wouldn't seem to go away.

Sara looked over at her brother-in-law and could practically see the steam coming out of Lincoln's ears. He was pissed.

"I should've killed that son-of-a-bitch when I had the chance," Lincoln gritted out.

Sofia put a comforting hand on his back.

"He has caused so much pain and suffering to everyone he has come into contact with," Lincoln said looking to his wife for comfort. "And I'll be damned if I let him come within a ten mile radius of my family," he added looking back to his brother.

Michael looked at his older brother. They had been through so much, too much, to get to where they were at this point. The last thing either of them was going to let happen was a monster coming in and destroying it.

"He hasn't made a move yet," Michael started and Sara tensed, "but when he does you can believe that we will be there, one step ahead of him, always. He will not touch this family."

Sara knew she had to tell them. It was now or never.

"There's one more thing," Sara said in a small voice, once again, failing to meet anybody's gaze.

Michael looked at his wife with raised eyebrows and a puzzled expression.

"What else could there be?" Lincoln demanded. His hands had slowly made their way into tight fists, white knuckles and all. Sara could almost feel the tension oozing out of him.

"He found us."

A/N: Dun dun dun dun. Sorry about all of the cliff hangers, but I figure I have to keep you coming back for more one way or another. Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed this story. Seriously, you're kindness means so so much. XOXO