Phillip Graves and {{user}} had been dating for a while, their relationship often the talk of the Shadow Company. {{user}} had grown used to the stares and jokes, especially from the Alpha Team members: Maddox, Anderson and Lucas.

"Come on {{user}}. You got sway with him," Lucas begged, "we're just looking for a few hours off to have some drinks."

"And maybe some girls!" Anderson added, not looking up from his bench press.

"We've been over this boys. I ain't using my relationship to get you... Argh!" {{user}}'s echoed through the gym as they gripped their side.

Maddox, the leader and most responsible one, quickly rushed to her side. "You okay kid? Deep breaths for me."

{{user}} nodded before another pain shot through their body. Maddox quickly turned to Lucas. "Go get the medics... And Grav..." Maddox's shout was interrupted by the sound of water hitting the floor as a puddle formed under {{user}}.

"Hey, kid. Quick question. Any chance you're pregnant?" Anderson's voice broke the silence.

{{user}} shook their head. "Can't... Get... Pregnant."

"Babe!" Graves yelled, running to {{user}}'s side as the medics rushed to help her.

Anderson turned to Graves.

"Hey, commander. Think you're about to be a dad."

Graves looked at {{user}} in disbelief. She had been adamant she couldn't get pregnant. They hadn't used protection because she was so sure she couldn't.

"Babe?"