For greeneyedgal20, leftenantmills0818, and crazyforolitz. So, I thought I'd be able to finish all of this story in one sitting, but it'll be too long, so it's going to be in parts. Not sure how many. These will be short little snippets, but some may be longer than others. Anyway, this is all I have so far. I hope you like it. :) By the way, this is all after Pandora. And let's pretend Joe is alive. I'm not sure who dies in the next episode, but if it's Joe, let's say it isn't for the sake of this story. Lol

Abbie lifted herself on the island next to the mixing bowl; Crane slid the pan in the oven. She stuck her finger in the brownie batter as he filled the empty space between her legs. She licked batter off her finger. Then she dipped her finger in the bowl again, held her finger out for him. His tongue tickled as he licked it off. He kissed her lips.

"We should do this again," he said.

She nodded.

The batter suddenly bothered her stomach. It became full and heavy. She was clammy, dizzy, warm. Her chicken alfredo was about to come up. She pushed Crane away from her with her mouth covered, sprinted to the sink that caught her puke.

"Leftenant?" He rubbed her back under her shirt while she threw up.

She spit what was left. Cleaned and rinsed the sink. When was her last period? She didn't get it last month. Sometimes it was irregular because of their Witness duties, but she never thought anything of it. It was just stress. Now, she didn't think it was. She forgot to take her birth control this month. Plus, they didn't use protection. They always used it. This one time, they didn't because they wanted to completely feel each other after the last battle they had. They barely made it.

There was no room for a baby. How would they take care of their child with their job? She titled her head back, closed her eyes.

"Abbie?"

"Boy or a girl?" She looked at him.

"Pardon?" His fingers twitched.

"Boy or a girl?"

"I have no preference. Why?"

"Say, 'Hello," to Grace III or Crane Jr."

He stood in front of her. "Abbie, you aren't—"

"Yeah."