This is the final instalment of this story. I began this fic in May of last year, and over the last twelve months I have been blown away with all the support, praise, and love I have received as it was written.

I want to say a really big thank you to everyone who has read this fic, to anyone who has reviewed it – I read and treasure them all! – and to all of the friends I have made because of it.

I hope you have enjoyed reading The One Where Taz Gets Pregnant as much as I enjoyed writing it. All my love, Cara.

Taz flopped onto the bed and gazed around her new room. It wasn't significantly bigger than her old room, but it had enough room for the new crib and the other piles of baby equipment that had appeared that morning. It turned out that as people had heard about Taz and the baby and Up, they had come together to provide Taz with everything she could ever need – and a lot of things she didn't know how to use – to take care of Karri.

She sat up and glanced in the crib. Karri was fast asleep, her tiny fist opened and closed as she slept, and Taz smiled softly, tiptoeing over and stroking her daughter's cheek with a finger. She pulled her communication device from her pocket and frowned as it informed her she had no new messages. Price had told her he would send her a message as soon as Up was out of surgery, and Krayonder had promised to come and help her sort out her new room, but she had had no word from either of them since she had left the hospital that morning.

She dropped the communications device onto the bed and pulled one of the many boxes that filled the room towards her. Expecting another box stuffed with baby clothes or diapers she was pleasantly surprised to find it was filled with the contents of her bookshelf. She pulled out a book and turned it over in her hands. Pedro Páramo had been one of the books she had managed to salvage from her father's bookshelf. It was a little burnt, but the script was still legible. She opened the cover and gazed down at the neat handwriting of her father. He had the habit of writing his name in all of his books, something Taz had always hated – books were not for writing on – but she was glad for it this time. It was something that proved he had lived.

Taz snapped the book shut and grabbed a couple more out of the box, then put them on the bookshelf next to her bed. She continued doing this until the box, and the two that followed, were empty and had begun stacking boxes of diapers across from Karri's crib when there was a knock at the door. Karri woke up and started crying. Taz scowled and hurried over to her, scooping her up before answering the door, ready to berate Krayonder for waking the baby.

It wasn't Krayonder.

Up stood at her door, leaning heavily on a metal walking stick with a nervous look on his scarred face. "Hello, Taz."

She felt her knees buckle as Up stepped forwards and grabbed her around the waist, plucking the tiny baby from her arms and holding her out of harm's way. He pulled Taz up and held her tightly around the waist, looking concerned as she gaped up at him.

"You…you're…" she began, her eyes bulging and her mouth hanging open.

"Taz," Up said carefully, releasing her and taking a step back. "You, uh, you're looking a bit like a, uh, fish…right…now…"

He trailed off as her features darkened and she cracked her knuckles threateningly. Up's eyes darted around the room for an escape as he held Karri with one hand to his chest, and held his other out in front of him, pre-empting an attack. "Easy, Taz! Let's calm down!"

Taz switched her gaze from his face to Karri squirming against Up's chest and unclenched her fists. Up stared fondly down at his daughter, who promptly started screaming.

"Oh, okay… Um… Shh!" Up jiggled the baby up and down. Taz almost laughed at the terrified expression on his face, but decided to intervene when Karri's screams reached an ear-splitting level. She removed the baby from his arms and sat down with her, on the bed.

"I think she's hungry," Taz informed Up, who nodded and looked at her expectantly. Taz didn't move, and to Up's surprise went a bit pink.

"I, uh," Taz made an awkward gesture with the baby and her chest. Up turned scarlet and started to back away, tripped over one of the boxes Taz had been sorting out and ended up on his backside.

"Mierda!" Taz cried, then remembered she was holding Karri. "I mean… fu- no! Up! Are you okay?"

Up sat up gingerly and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm fine, fine! It just… Hurts…" He clambered to his feet using the metal stick for support and brushed himself down. Taz bit her lip, desperately trying not to laugh.

"I'll just… I'll just leave and come back later when…" he trailed off as Taz interrupted.

"Turn your back," she ordered. Up hobbled around obediently, watching out for other stray boxes as he did, and stared at the door intently.

"No funny business!" Taz called threateningly.

"It's not like I haven't seen-"

"What was that?" Taz asked in a deadly voice.

"Nothing, Taz," Up replied with a gulp. "Just staring at this wall."

"That's what I thought you said."

He stood silently as Taz shuffled behind him and Karri finally stopped crying. There were a few moments of quiet, then Taz spoke.

"How are you?" she asked quietly. "Are you all… Fixed?"

Up smiled to himself. "I'm okay. All 'fixed'."

"Good. I'm glad. I was worried," she said quickly.

"I was worried about you too, Taz," Up smiled to himself. "And our baby."

"Karri," Taz corrected him. Up nodded, a huge grin now stretched across his face.

"Karri. I like it," he said. "After your teacher?"

"Sí," Taz laughed. "Without her I'd never have been able to speak to you."

"I'm very grateful," Up replied. "As I remember, she's also the person who explained to you that no, we weren't kidnapping you and yes, you can put the table leg down now."

They both laughed, remembering that night. The night they met.

"You've changed so much," Up said quietly.

"Once I can get back in the gym, I'll be the same again," she said confidently. "You better watch your back. I haven't got you back for getting me pregnant yet," she warned.

"No, I mean, you're… Wonderful, Taz. You're the best partner I could have hoped for." He span around and she shrieked in horror and tried to cover herself up, but he ignored her.

"I love you, Taz," he said earnestly. "I love you and I love our baby and I am so, so glad I went back to your house that night."

Taz stared up at him. Then mumbled, "Sí, me too."

Up beamed and turned back to face the door so Taz could readjust herself and put Karri in the crib. She stood still for a moment, then silently walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him gently.

"I love you too," she whispered. He turned to face her and beamed down at her before bending down and kissing her gently.

"Taz," he said quietly as they stood. "I… I lied. They didn't fix all of me."

"What do you mean?" she asked fretfully. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"They couldn't… They couldn't fix my balls, Taz."

Taz stared at him. And stared. Up had just enough time to dive onto the bed before Taz let out a guttural scream and launched herself at him.

"Taz! Those are my wounds!" Up moaned pathetically as she beat his chest with her fists.

"Oh, sí," she said and stopped punching him. "Don't do that!" she said crossly.

"Sorry, Taz," he said rubbing his chest with a wry smile, then gathered her close.

"Te amo, Taz," Up said quietly. Taz let out an unexpected giggle and snuggled closer.

"Te amo, Up."