A/N It seems that my brain can't stay focus on just one story, so here I have started another one. This is written for Leverage_bingo prompt The Cross My Heart Job

This Time Around.

Nate was still working on his ship model when he heard the front door open. He looked up to see his grifter come in.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I wasn't really expecting you tonight."

She just walked towards the table and sat on the nearest chair. "A girl can change her mind"

"Sure, but you seemed pretty pissed earlier when I suggested you to stay over" Her reaction bothered him a bit too. He was sure she was going to spend the evening with him, especially since the case hit him so bad making him think about Sam.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was just tired and needed a good few hours of sleep."

"So you felt guilty and thought about coming here to check on me" He read through the lines and he didn't know if to be angry or pleased about it.

"Like I said Nate, you're a thief now, you can take care of yourself. But I am relieved to see that you are not passed out on the bed with a bottle of scotch."

He lifted a piece of wood he was gluing. "New hobby."

"So I see" she inspected his work. "What's with you and puzzles?"

He shrugged "I just need to keep my mind occupied. How is your sunburn?" He changed the subject.

"Better" She sighed finally ready to reveal the real reason she had dropped by. She thought long about it, she even carefully planned her words but in none of the scenarios she imagined in her mind did their conversation end well. "Nate, we need to talk."

He soon recognized her serious tone and stopped working on the model.

"Sounds important. I know we haven't really defined our relationship, but usually when a woman starts a conversation with the words "we need to talk", it means she is breaking up with you." He looked uncertain. He got that he definitely wasn't the easiest person to have a relationship with. Something that Maggie pointed out to him thousands of times. Actually so many times that maybe the divorce shouldn't have been such a surprise. But he hoped that with Sophie things would have been different. She did convince him to start a friends with benefits relationship, which was great. Amazing sex with no real commitment, who could say no to that? But of course things couldn't stay simple with them. One dinner there, another movie night here and suddenly it felt to him like he was in a relationship. She was still telling him that they were not dating- he really needed to check out her definition of dating, because her dictionary was totally different from his- and the way she handled things with the rest of the team was still unclear to him. But he kept his mouth shut and just started going with the flow. As long as they were both happy, everything was great. But now, she was breaking up with him? What did he do?

She shook her head. "I'm not breaking up with you. I…" she stopped not really sure how to continue. "Recently, I haven't been feeling so good. I'm always tired, sometimes dizzy.."

"Sophie, are you sick?" Okay so no breakup but something else was scaring him now. "Did you see a doctor?" Please don't let it be Sam all over again, he mentally pleaded.

"In Montserrat it finally hit me what could be wrong with me." She took a deep breath. "So when we arrived back in Boston I went to a pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test." She finally said the words.

Nate stood still, mouth open. "And?" he whispered. Even if he knew it was a stupid question. She certainly wouldn't have been there if it had been negative.

"And it was positive. Nate, I'm pregnant." The words still felt strange to her. After she finally decided to take the test, she stood there hours looking at the results, a part of her whishing it could magically change. She wasn't really expecting to be a mother, certainly not in this phase of her life. But apparently fate had different ideas and was really messing with her.

Nate was still shocked. "Pregnant? As in expecting a baby?"

"Yes, Nate." She snorted. "How many different definition of the word pregnant do you know?" Really, men. Say the word pregnant and even the most intelligent one suddenly loses all his IQ.

"How did it happen?" he was still shaken about the all idea.

"I'm pretty sure it happened the usual way" Sophie tried to stay calm. Obviously he was still trying to process the all thing. She went through that a couple of hours before. "By the way, it's all your fault."

"Wait? What?" he replied back annoyed. "I know it definitely takes two to tango."

"And I did my part by taking birth control pills religiously, of course your guys had to be overachievers" She pointed out to him.

He smiled a bit proud until he remembered that a baby wasn't really planned. "How far along are you?"

"Well, according to the pregnancy test, five weeks." She could see him mentally working out the date. "Don't even try to figure out when it was conceived. It's not like we haven't been very…. active…"

"It could have been that night with the chocolate." He smirked.

She blushed remembering that night. They certainly had fun after the chocolate festival. Who knew that chocolate could be used in so many different and interesting ways? She cleared her voice embarrassed. "Well, tomorrow I'll call my ob-gyn and set an appointment to check everything."

He nodded "So…"

"So"

Now they really had to talk about how they felt with the all situation and most importantly how to deal with it.

"Look," she went first. "I know this is not exactly planned and we certainly don't live the kind of lives suitable to raise a child…"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he stopped her hesitantly.

"What?" she looked at him in question, then she understood what he was implying. "No, no, I'm not thinking about having an abortion. Of course not" She quickly shook her head.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Did you really think I was going to say that?" she wondered. Did he really think that she didn't want their baby?

"I wasn't sure where you were going with your speech. Obviously at the end you'll have my support with anything you decide. It's your body I can't really impose my decision, but…" he looked down. It wasn't easy for him to open up.

Sophie covered his hand supportively, silently giving him the courage to go on.

He finally looked up with teary eyes. "But I've already lost a child and I don't want to lose another one."

"Oh, Nate" Sophie leaned over her chair to embrace him. She held him tight. She knew it had to be difficult for him to talk about this. It had been strange when he opened up about Sam at the airport. "That's why I was hesitant about telling you this. I know it's not easy for you, with everything that happened with Sam. And this case did bring some memories back."

She pulled back from their embrace and gently cupped his cheek in her hand. "It's going to be fine, Nate"

He slowly nodded and looked away not too comfortable on being this vulnerable. "It's late. How about we call it a night?"

Sophie nodded knowing to give him space for now. "Do you want me to leave?"

"Of course not. I'm not throwing you out at this hour!" He started putting the model ship things away.

"You know," she helped him. "It would have been a lot more charming if you told me "of course not, I can't stay away from you. I need you here""

He smirked. "I thought that went without saying."

"Hmmm… sure. You know, you should be more kind to the woman carrying your child" she patted his cheek playfully while they made their way up the stairs.

"Wow, it really didn't take you long to use the pregnancy card. I think you've just broken some kind of record."

"Get used to it, mister. This pregnancy is not going to be easy for you, I still need to punish you."

They entered Nate's bedroom and started their night routine.

"Again with this being my fault. You know, I didn't really hear you complain whenever this baby was conceived."

"Details" and she stopped suddenly. "Nate, we're having a baby" the circumstance they were in had hit her unexpectedly.

"So it seems." He walked closer to her understanding that she was the one panicking now. He put his hands on her shoulder and made her look into his eyes. "Sophie, it's going to be okay. We can do this"

She smiled and nodded. Then she brought her arms around his body and hugged him nestling her face in his chest. Nate held her tight to him protectively.

"How are we going to tell the others?" she whispered in his body.

He rubbed his hands up and down her back giving her warmth and comfort. "We'll think about it after we have the confirmation that there's a baby"

She slowly nodded and gave him a small peck on the lips. "Let's get into bed, it's freezing"

Once they settled under the covers they snuggled in each other arms. Nate had been actually surprised to discovered that Sophie liked to snuggle in bed. It happened one evening when Sophie stayed the night. He couldn't sleep so he sneaked downstairs to read a bit not wanting to wake her up by turning on the lights. After just a couple of minutes she came down and called him.

"What are you doing down here?" she asked sleepy.

"I didn't want to wake you up with the lights."

"I can sleep with the light on, but not with a cold bed." She replied. "Get back up here"

Nate closed the book and went upstairs. She took his hand and dragged him under the covers. So he continued reading with one arm wrapped around Sophie who was peacefully sleeping against his chest. From that day on he never tried to sneak downstairs. There were definitely worst ways to spend the night.

"Good night" He put his arm around her.

"'night" she whispered back.