Author's Note: Before we get going, I just wanted to say that I just completed the main storyline for Fallout 4. I won't spoil it for those of you who haven't, but it was pretty damn awesome in my opinion. Anyway, enjoy the chapter, and as always, reviews are welcome.

"Mark, I'm pregnant." Mark stood there, stunned. He seemed to zone out as about a thousand thoughts started to run through his head at once. 'Did she just…she didn't…this is a dream, right...I'll wake up and…pregnant?!' Amata stared at him waiting for some reaction, but all she got was him staring off into space, his mouth moving, but with no words coming out. She didn't feel like waiting anymore, so she reached up and smacked him across the face. That did the trick. He reached up and rubbed his right cheek. "Ow, what the hell?" "I just told you that I was pregnant, and all you did was start staring into space like an idiot. What are you feeling right now?" Mark saw a couple residents staring at them.

"Come on, let's go home first," said Mark. A couple minutes later, they were in their home and they both sat down on their couch. "I ask again, what are you feeling?" "I-I honestly don't know." He leaned back against the couch. "Having a kid…that's a pretty big bomb to drop on someone. How did this happen?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Uh, did they not teach you how all that stuff works in the boys health class? I know they did in the girls class." Mark stammered. 'I-I obviously know how it happened. What I meant was… was when did it happen?" "Well, Doc says I'm just a little under a month along, so I have a pretty good idea…"

(A little over three weeks ago)

It was close to eleven at night. There was a full moon. It was quiet, and the air was crisp and cool. Mark and Amata were sitting against their home, just looking at the sky. They were both in regular street clothes, and Amata had her head on Mark's right shoulder. Neither of them said anything for a while, when Amata spoke up. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" "Hmm? What'd you say?" "The moon; It's beautiful." "It certainly is," said Mark. "When you first left the vault, what did you think when you first saw it?" Mark tried to think back. "I didn't really think about it. I'm pretty sure I was trying to hide from raiders at the time." Amata chuckled. "Well, there's no one chasing you know, so tell me what you think." "It is beautiful, but its beauty can't hold a candle to you." They looked at each other. "Well, aren't you the charmer," said Amata as they kissed. "Hey, I try."

They sat in silence for a few minutes when Mark asked her a question. "Hey baby, do you ever regret coming out here, leaving everything and everyone you ever knew?" She was confused. "Why do you ask? Have I done or said anything that would make you think that I did?" He smiled. "No, no, it's nothing like that. I was just curious." She thought for a minute. "You know, this silence isn't exactly comforting," said Mark. "Shut up. I wanted to phrase this correctly. I don't regret it. Not for one second. Hell, you did the same thing when you left the vault for the first time. I doubt you had time to think about what was happening when I woke you up to tell you that you dad left. From where I'm sitting, you turned out pretty well. I had a week to dwell on it before I decided to leave the vault."

"You know, I never did thank you for helping me escape. They killed Jonas, who the hell knows what your dad would have done to me." "I would do it again, because we were friends, and now we're lovers. I know if the situation was reversed, you would have done the same." Mark didn't say anything, as they gazed into each other's eyes, and then started to make out. They both knew where this was headed. They continued to kiss as they stood up, and Mark fumbled for the door handle. He finally got it open, and as soon as they were both inside, he slammed it shut.

(Back to the present)

"I remember that being a pretty good night," Mark said with a chuckle. "Yes it was. It was apparently also the night that you knocked me up, so congratulations," she said sarcastically. "Hey, I didn't hear any complaining that night. Hell, I remember the next day I had to drink four bottles of water just to get some fluids back in me." "Mark, this is serious. We are having a child. I don't want it to grow up with only one parent, like the both of us did. You have to promise me that you won't take any unnecessary risks." He looked at her and held her left hand with his right. "I promise. My risk-taking days are over. I've had enough of those to last a lifetime." She smiled at him and they kissed. "Thank you."

"Wait," said Mark, "how are you feeling about all of this?" She fidgeted on the couch a bit. "I'm happy, and nervous, and scared, and a lot of other things that I can't explain. I mean, our child- our child- is growing inside of me." "You're right. It is our child. We will always be there for it, and it will always be loved." Mark got up. "Wait here. I'll be right back." Before she could ask why, he was already out the door.

(Thirty minutes later)

Mark had gathered everyone in the saloon, and he had left to get Amata. Everyone was wondering what was going on. Sunny was at the bar talking to Trudy. "You know why Mark wanted all of us here?" asked Sunny. "Hell if I know," said Trudy. Just then, the door opened and Mark and Amata came in holding hands. They stood in front of everyone, and Mark spoke up. "I know you're all probably wondering why I wanted the town here. Since we came here a few months ago, all of you have made the both of us feel welcome. You have made this town feel like home to us. We got some great news, and we wanted to share it with the rest of you." He looked at Amata. "Go ahead, tell them," said Mark. There was silence for a moment, and then she blurted out "we're having a baby!"

The celebration lasted until well after it got dark. At one point, the song "Jingle, Jangle, Jingle" came on the jukebox, and Chet, the guy who owned the general store, got up on the bar and started to sing. He was clearly drunk, as he couldn't stand up straight and was slurring the words. He then passed out and fell face-first onto the floor. Sunny and someone else had to carry his limp body out of the bar. Eventually, Mark and Amata found their way back home. He told her about the delivery job to Vegas, and that he would leave tonight and do it as fast as he could so they could celebrate in private.

(Close to midnight)

Amata was sleeping peacefully when she heard a knock on the door. She ignored it and turned over. The knocking became more frantic. "All right, all right, I'm coming." She put on a t-shirt and shorts, grabbed her pip-boy and flipped the light switch next to the door. She rubbed her eyes and opened the door. Sunny was standing there, with a worried look on her face. "Sunny, what's going on? It's almost midnight," she said groggily. "Amata, it's Mark. He was shot."

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. If any of you have any questions about any part of the story that you may need clarification on, or if there was anything you were unsure about, please feel free to message me. I will try to answer to the best of my abilities. Until next time.