Cass looked up at you quietly, expectantly, nervously. The pregnancy test you were holding in your hands could end her world as she knows it. You were going to have a baby.

Cassandra: "...how do you feel?" Cass barely spoke above a whisper, fiddling with her hands.

She's an assassin, a deadly assassin who's gone head to toe with just about every nightmare in the world. Why was she so nervous? Why was this of all things making her feel sick to her stomach.