V.

His mind is a whirlwind of chaos as he steps inside the condo, Donna's silence fueling the adrenaline cursing through him as she closes the door. He needs a stiff drink, something to take the edge off and he takes a step- pulled back before he can process it, a harsh slap reverberating up the side of his face.

He blinks at her, not sure what to say as her angry words spill out.

"You goddamn, stubborn, selfish idiot. What the hell were you thinking!?"

He swallows sharply, the fiery tingle across his cheek burning as he stands staring in what's probably still a state of shock. He did think, contrary to the accusations she's throwing about. He'd weighed up his options against a literal gun in the courtroom and had reacted, doing what any lawyer with his skills and pay grade would; he'd negotiated. "Donna-"

"Do not Donna me." She storms passed him, fighting the mess of emotions that have been building since he'd actively chosen to remain in danger. He could have walked out, left when the other hostages had been released, but he'd stayed and for what? To defend a man who he was convinced had committed a murder. "You said it yourself, he was guilty."

"That doesn't mean he deserved to be publicly executed." The reasoning falls from his mouth as he follows her into the kitchen. He wasn't going to stand by and let the verdict come down to revenge, not when he had the power to stop it.

"And what about me? What about what I deserve-" she throws out bitterly, collecting her palms over the counter to keep from shaking. He could have been killed all because of his goddamn moral code and she closes her eyes, her anger deflating just as quickly as it had risen replaced by a swell of moisture behind her gaze. "We could have lost you."

There's something about the ways she says 'we' that makes him stop and take pause. She could be meaning their friends but he's pissed her off plenty of times over the years and she's never once lashed out like she just did. She's usually the rational one and his heart stammers in his chest, his feet slipping closer toward her. "We?" He swallows the insinuation, watching a small smile crest through her tears as she turns her head with a nod.

"I found out this morning..." she swipes at the wetness covering her cheeks, "I'm pregnant."

The words him everywhere all at once and a warmth spreads through his chest, driving his arms around her. They're going to be a family, he's going to be a father and he squeezes her more tightly, realizing what his actions today could have cost them. "Donna, I'm so sorry."

She can hear it in his voice, the regret tangled with happiness, and the softness wraps around comforting her in a way only he knows how to. She'd been so afraid of losing him she'd reacted without thinking and when he finally breaks his hold she offers her own gentle apology. "I'm sorry I slapped you."

He could care less about that the now, his mouth widening into a grin as his fingers skim down stopping to rest at her stomach. They're going to spend a life time worrying about each other because they're committed to forever and now they're bringing a third person onto the mix.

He's going to be gray before he's fifty but it's going to be worth every second.

AN: The end, I hope you enjoyed! :)