Benny got into contact with Dr Huston the very next day, only to pleased to share the good news. "Dr Huston's office, how can I help?" a receptionist on the line answered.

"it's Benny – Benjamin Colón, I need to speak to Dr Huston. Is he around?" he asked, not wanting to pass along any cryptic messages indirectly.

"I'll pass you on." Benny was put on hold briefly as the phone rang out.

"Hello?" Dr Huston answered, chipper as usual.

"It's me, Benny. Have you got time to talk?" Benny asked, pacing the small space in his kitchen.

"For you, I'll make time. What's on your mind?"

"You were right, Doc. I can't go through with the procedure." Benny felt his heart fluster at the mere mention, although everything still remained distinctly foreign – he knew now that the decision he'd made was the right one. It may have seemed as if he'd been entirely predictable and a touch melodramatic to begin with, but he'd chosen.

"That's excellent news! How's about coming by my office on Friday for a fresh start?" Having kept the last appointment brief, the doctor suggested a much thorough look. After all, Benny was hardly receptive the last time they spoke. Now he could give the boy all information he might need for the coming weeks – and perhaps slip in a selfish motive.

"Can do, Doc." The team were not taking on any new cases this week which meant that he was free to manage his schedule as he saw fit. He very much wanted to see the doctor and beg for help, ask questions that he didn't want to before. Importantly, how he'd manage the morning sickness.

"Bring the father this time, I'm anxious to meet the man who has domesticated Benjamin Colón." Both he and Benny exchanged a token laugh.

"I'll ask him..." Benny added. Although the thought of bringing Bull with him this time was a touch scary. Sometimes he forgot that it took two to make a baby, that things didn't just happen on their own. His co-partner would be Jason and as such he deserved to be there through the entire journey; especially doctors appointments. He had to become accustomed to the notion, he wasn't in this alone.

"I'll look forward to seeing you." They both hung up. For Benny this call was a personal victory, after two weeks of battling with his decision, today marked the first day that he'd gone and been to work entirely happy (and a little, rather, debilitatingly; nauseous).

Benny woke up early on Friday morning way before his alarm due to a feverish case of hot sweats. He barely made it to the bathroom after rolling too quickly out of bed. The morning sickness had been so violent that it left him with a dull ache, having probably pulled a muscle somewhere. Sickness followed Benny around all day. At lunch he could barely even look at a cup of water. He'd forced himself to eat some walnuts and an apple around mid-day and oddly managed to keep it down. He sighed, knowing that half of his discomfort probably originated from being hungry but too nauseous to eat.

The team enjoyed the relaxed end to the week simply filling paperwork from the class-action. The whole team were looking forward to a relaxing weekend, catching up on lost sleep and de-stressing. While the others had gone for lunch, Benny took the time to find Bull, having only now remembered to ask him to come along to meet the doctor. Benny searched what felt like the entire building to no avail. So he gave Bull a call, hoping that he too had only popped out to grab some food.

"Jason, I've been looking for you. I've got something to ask you; just give me a call when you get this message." Benny hung up the phone and waited for a reply. One didn't arrive for a further three hours. Benny picked up as soon as he felt the vibrations in the inside pocket of his suit.

"Hey, sorry I missed your call earlier. What's up?"

"Oh, well Dr Huston wants to meet you, he's scheduled an appointment for five this afternoon," Benny paused, listening in to the announcements in the background of the call it was unmistakable. "Are you at an airport?"

"Yeah... sorry Benny. I'm out of state for the weekend." Bull stopped walking, he became troubled by his divided responsibilities. For a moment he contemplated returning his ticket and driving back from the airport. "Can you reschedule?"

"I'll have to." Benny sighed, disappointed. "Well, have a good weekend."

"Give me a date and time, and I'm there." Bull replied, eager to try and rectify his mistakes.

"Okay." Benny let out, rubbing his forehead.

Benny hung up, "Hey, I'm really so-" Bull continued. "Benny?" He looked down to his phone to notice that his call had been disconnected. He clenched his jaw and moved past his guilt, knowing that he had a plane to catch.

Chunk lightly tapped on Benny's office door before letting himself in,"I didn't want to eavesdrop but – like I said before, if you want me to come with." Chunk took notice at how Benny folded in on himself. "You obviously want to go, so I can take you, I'll even wait outside if you want."

"Nah, I'll just reschedule." Benny replied.

"We'll go to the doctors and I'll buy us dinner, how about that?"

Benny paused, debating with himself as to whether it was a good idea. In all honesty, he agreed primarily on the basis of his deep routed frustration, "Alright, alright…" Benny grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and followed Chunk out of the office.

"What are you feeling?"

"Pizza. A great, greasy New York pizza." Benny had been thinking about nothing else since 'lunch'. The idea of eating anything other than pizza was entirely too distressing.

"Pizza it is." Chunk smiled, he loved to see Benny happy.

Chuck drove Benny to the hospital. After paying for parking, the two made their way through the maze and up to Dr Huston's office. Benny checked in and not a moment after being told to 'take a seat', Dr Huston had come to greet the pair.

"Benny my boy!" He opened his arms for a friendly hug.

"Dr Huston, this is Chunk Palmer-"

"-The father?" Dr Huston interrupted enthusiastically.

"No..." Benny took a moment, evaluating whether or not to give an honest answer. His faith in Bull's involvement was inevitably shaken, he'd have a better chance at getting Chunk to accompany him to all further appointments than scheduling time with the actual father, "he's a close friend." He finally admitted.

"Ah, I see. Never the matter, come in." He invited the two into the room, where they sat down across from the doctor. "How've you been feeling?"

"I gotta say, it's been a rocky couple of weeks." The pregnancy symptoms, the emotional burden and the workload had made the space between their appointments unbearable.

"I can't possibly imagine," He exhaled as he anchored himself to his chair, "Are you eating? The morning sickness still terrorising you?" He questioned, upon noticing how pale Benny was and his eyes were weighed down by grey bags.

"I don't think you can call it morning sickness when it lasts all day." The doctor winced sympathetically.

"I'll make sure that he eats." Chunk spoke up. Benny turned to him and glared, emotionless as if to imply that the suggestion was hardly necessary. Chunk returned the gesture with a brow raise implicit that he'd be doing it anyway, regardless.

"Good!" He clasped his hands together in a happy confirmation.

"What did you want to see me for, Doc?" He knew that there had to be something other than meeting with the father, to request his presence.

"Well, a few things. One of which is a big ask, on my part. Feel free to give an honest answer." He took a moment before continuing as to thoroughly plan what he was next about to say. "With your permission, I'd like to document the pregnancy for research purposes."

"Right?" Benny felt slightly ambushed.

"I'd like to get your approval to perhaps release an academic paper on the subject." He waited for any objections, "Again feel free to say no."

"You can guarantee total anonymity?" As a lawyer he perfectly understood his rights and how to sue under civil law should his trust be abused.

"Of course. Nothing will be published without your approval." He hung onto high hopes.

"Then you have my permission." The two had entered into an oral contract. Whilst Benny was still slightly concerned about the potential risks, he also valued the importance of such a bank of knowledge

"Thank you dear boy! Hopefully your case will help to better understand and help others." Benny could sympathise with the Doctor's motives. At the very start, the research the Doctor had gathered was vague and incomplete. With a better, detailed account documented it might save lives or at least guide in care. If only he'd have access to the same.

"Glad to help."

"Well now that, that's over and done with, why don't we begin?" Dr Houston took Benny's weight and noted it down in his pad, "Almost a three pound weight gain."

"Three pounds?" Benny exclaimed. He'd hardly thought much about his weight gain, especially since he'd honestly considered the morning sickness to be dropping his body weight but still relentlessly invited a permanent state of bloating.

"That's a little peculiar given your state of morning sickness. What's your diet like?"

"I eat little and often. Mainly nuts and dry food, when I can, I eat heavier meals." He complained about the sickness but in reality he had really improved his diet. Now he ate at least three small snacks during the day and a dinner of some sorts in the evening – last night he'd made an omelette. He was steadily learning to cope, yet there were still bad days. "Isn't that normal?"

"It's a rather miraculous thing. It does however, make me wonder…" Dr Houston trailed off caught on an inclination. "I think that we should run another ultrasound."

"For what, why?" Benny asked, gradually becoming nervous as Dr Houston dashed around the office preparing his equipment. "We did one two weeks ago."

"Not to worry, my boy. Just lay back and relax?" Dr Houston laid out a new sheet cover over the hospital bench. Benny took off his coat and vest, Chunk took them to hold. "Have you been having any cramps?"

"Some." Being a slight understatement.

"From the reading, that's to be expected as your insides are changing quite drastically." He hummed, pressing lightly on areas of Benny's slight bump, "You look good, physically." He continued by emptying a small amount of lubricant onto Benny's stomach, then using the wand to smear the jelly across the skin.

Both Benny and Chunk had their eyes glued to the monitor. Despite being a father, Chunk was in no way involved in the birth of his daughter – through no fault of his own. To him, it was a nerve wracking time, as if the baby they were to spy on was his own.

Chunk squinted at the screen for a moment unsure but almost certain he knew exactly what he was looking at. "Doc, is that what I think it is?"

"This is fantastic…" Dr Houston stuttered,"absolutely phenomenal." He followed in awe.

"What, what, what? What do you see?" Benny sat up frantically.

Chunk took another look, making sure that he'd read the image correctly, "From what I can see, it looks like you're having twins – Doc?"

"You're joking!" Benny frowned, not being able to clearly see anything from such a blurry picture. "How is that possible? Last time we checked -two weeks ago- there was only one!"

"It was probably the case that one was hiding behind the other. As we well know, twins do run in your family." Benny's mum was a twin, her grandfather had been a twin. The Colón family tree had a history of twins.

"This does explain, quite readily, as to why you appear to be filling out quickly. The introduction of progesterone into your body – and in the greater quantity needed in a twin pregnancy – has given you this awful morning sickness."

"Speaking of which." Benny's anxiety plummeted to the bottom of his stomach and ran wild around his intestines.

"Both baby A and baby B are quite healthy. So long as you eat a little better and get plenty more sleep." Dr Houston printed two copies of the ultrasound, one for Benny to keep and the other for his records.

"This is madness...one I could handle, but two?" Benny shook his head profusely. Twins were a lot to handle, a significant up in the level of responsibility he wanted to sign up for.

"Take your time to process this, by all means." Dr Houston added.

Benny could hardly say no. It'd be inconceivable to even insinuate that his decision would change based on the addition of another baby to the mix. If he'd gathered the courage to keep and love one, having two is no different – that love wouldn't suddenly disappear. If anything, he was grateful that he'd only have to go through the ordeal once. Two was definitely enough.

The development only opened a large number of concerns; now he'd have to rent a new place, buy a car, and take leave earlier. He took a deep breath and tried to melt away the fear.

Cable had been swivelling in her chair listening to music on her iPod when she'd noticed Chunk and Benny disappearing off together. Although she couldn't lip read, she understood that Benny was frustrated and this anger seemed to melt away when Chunk came along. She looked upon the station skeptically.

Knowing Benny's secret had been relatively hard to maintain sealed. The secret was so juicy, it nearly exploded from her mouth every time she opened her lips.

Seeing how the two had been acting lately, she drew conclusions about their relationship and spun a story; Benny and Chunk had slept together and somehow Benny had gotten pregnant. Bull, upon hearing the news was gravely upset hence why he and Benny had been fighting.

Cable was itching to talk to somebody, anybody about this untold turn of events. When Marissa walked by, she jumped at the chance to relieve her troubled spirit, "Marissa, I need your help with something."

"Go ahead?" Marissa elongated her response, urging with concern.

"I know a secret that I shouldn't and it's eating me alive. Can I talk to you about it?" Cable pleaded.

"Oh no! You know that I'm not one for gossiping."

Cable jumped from her chair to grab Marissa before she could walk away, "No names, I promise!"

"Alright, what is it?" She sighed, really just wanting to call herself a cab and head straight home. She'd splashed out and booked herself a spa retreat weekend to unwind, and the sooner she went home, the sooner the morning would roll around – then she's off.

"Okay, so here's the deal." She began, constructing the perfect line, "my friend is pregnant and she doesn't know that I know." She hesitated to go on.

"Then how do you know, if she hasn't told you that herself?" Marissa glared, uncertain as to where Cable was leading this conversation.

"I dove into her medical files..." She trailed off, bracing herself for a stern telling-off.

"Cable!" Marissa stomped her foot firmly, "That was a total violation of her privacy."

"Which is why I feel bad." Cable knew that she shouldn't have gone snooping in the first place but in her defence, she wasn't expecting to find something of such magnitude. A small illness, infection or bug – nothing to such a shock as pregnancy.

"And you need my advice as to whether you come clean or not?" Marissa asked, a lot more calm about her friend's crime. Although, this did serve as a scary reminder of Cable's capabilities.

"Essentially... yeah."

"If it were me I'd forget about it. Pretend like nothing happened. When she's finally ready to tell you just act surprised." Cable hadn't been expecting Marissa's response. She half expected her to legitimise her own desire to come clean and tell the truth.

"I really want to get it off of my chest and apologise, maybe help her out a little." Above all, she wanted to help Benny cope because it was quite obvious that he'd been struggling. So far, she'd been going little things like tidying his desk and helping to compile the bundle for court. Her actions were beginning to raise suspicion.

"Cable, listen to me, do what you think is right. If she's really your friend and you know that the two of you can move forward, then by all means – tell her."

"Thanks..." Cable felt no better about the situation now than before.

"Do I know this person?" Marissa enquired, admittedly being slightly invested in the story.

"A-a-ah! That would be gossiping." Cable denied, trying to keep her friend innocent to the world of needless workplace conspiracies, "I will say this though, it's big."

"La-la-la-la I can't hear you!" Marissa covered her ears and muted the world. The desire to know was far too strong.

The doctor had given Benny some fresh copies of the scan photos and estimated a delivery date for sometime in mid-May, although he emphasised the likelihood of an early birth. Dr Huston laid down the rules, some heavily impacting his work-life and others his diet. Trying to remain stress-free, to get plenty of sleep, and to never miss a meal; were some he'd probably struggle with.

To clear his mind, Chunk took Benny out of pizza as promised. The two talked for hours about Benny's early life in Puerto Rico and how well his family would eventually take the news. Chunk had been great at calming the situation and helping Benny to realise that this latest development was yet another miracle.

Benny had managed to pack away half of a large sized pizza of which he disgustingly customised with whatever he fancied: anchovies, pineapple and black olives. That in itself had been a conversation on how revolting the chefs must think he is, and how Benny already had the weird and wacky appetite of a pregnant woman.

That is, until a phone call silenced the table. Benny hesitated before declining the call.

"What's all that about?" Chunk asked, noticing Benny decline Bull's call. He hated to be nosey but that hadn't stopped him from being at the centre of all the recent drama.

"When I called Bull earlier about the appointment he was already at the airport – heading God knows where." Benny replied, giving his best effort not to appear jealous in any way.

"Seeing that mystery woman of his?" Chunk suggested.

"Must be."

"He does the same every week, but we still don't know who she is." Bull had been highly secretive about the new woman in his life which was peculiar. The team all knew that Bull kept to himself often but were unsure as to why he'd hide something like this from even his closest friends.

"He would rather shack up with a woman that he's too embarrassed to tell us about than come with me to the hospital." Benny vented his frustration with his hands as he usually did.

Chunk took a shot at mediating the situation, "Maybe if you'd have asked him before-"

"He promised to stay here this weekend, that once the case was over we could do something together – celebrate."

"Oh." Chunk cleared his throat, "Well...maybe he just forgot?"

"He's not dependable. He's always doing stupid things without telling me – he almost had our case thrown out. You know that?" Benny still resented Bull for the way that he went about trying to secure a win. He'd risked everything then went and rocked the boat.

"I can't believe him." Chunk cursed.

"I don't care that he has a life, I can do this by myself if I have to. Just, that he wants to be involved...and he's-" Benny could feel himself growing angry, "he's not talking this seriously." Despite pledging to do exactly that.

"I wouldn't let you raise two kids on your own. Just like I won't ever let you go to the hospital alone – I got your back." Chunk wanted, desperately, for Benny to see that he'd never be alone.

"That's all I'm asking for." Benny smiled through the self-pity, "Chunk?" Benny prompted a response from his friend who seemed to be lost in thought.

"Then pick me. I'm your guy." It came out bold and brave. It was impulsive but no forced, he'd been thinking about making a move towards something greater than friendship but was deeply confused about Benny's orientation. In the end, he decided that it'd be worth taking the chance. To possibly see Benny happy and loved the way that he deserved.

"What are you talking about?" Benny had been caught off guard, not understanding where these spur of the moment words were coming from.

"I want you to give me a chance, I've had these crazy feelings for you for months now." Although he'd never sat down and processed those emotions, it felt right to share them, and with purpose.

"You're my best friend, I- uh." Benny gave into the moment, watching Chunk's eyes drift between gazing into his own and onto his lips. He'd been caught in this drift before and so succumbed. He nested his cheek into the warmth of Chunk's palm as the man opposite drew him close. Benny closed his eyes and held his breath as Chunk's lips met his own. Never having imagined being in this place, he grew into it.

Chunk's passion shone through the brief moment he shared with Erin and electrified his senses. As Chunk withdrew from the kiss, Benny couldn't help but smile dumbly."Wow..." He breathed. "You're not doing this because you feel sorry for me?"

"You're literally the only person in the office who didn't know that I like you." Chunk laughed. His heart rate was beginning to stabilise after taking such a big risk. He was elated that his advances were so well received, it hadn't resulted in a sharp slap to the face or Benny storming away from the table. It had been perfect.

"If I'd have known about – that…I wouldn't have had the anchovies." Benny grinned, now alarmingly bashful.

"Don't, that was absolutely astonishing." It'd been everything he'd expected it to be and then some. "I don't want to be that guy, but I have to ask. Would you want to start dating?"

"Are you sure that you want to date me? I mean, things are complicated." Being pregnant, with twins no less – to their boss. Reality would dictate that life was only going to become even more complex and problematic.

"Complicated is my middle name." Chunk smirked. He was ready for this, he wanted everything that would come his way.