A knock at Jensen's trailer door was all that managed to get her off her knees in front of her toilet. Wiping her thumb on her lip, Jensen pressed a hand to her stomach as she made her way to her door and opened it.

            Jensen held a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun that came streaming into her trailer. "Hey, Grace."

            "Jensen," Grace said. "How are you?"

            "I lost my breakfast so if that's something you consider fantastic, then I'm doing fantastic."

            "You okay?"

            "I think I have a stomach bug," Jensen said. There were two weeks left in filming. She could suck it up until it went away. "It's probably whatever Rocky had."

            Grace stared at Jensen for a moment. "That was a month ago."

            "Maybe it lingered."

            "You sure you're okay?" Grace asked, conceding to Jensen's weak defense. "Keira sent me here to send you home for the day."

            "Is she going to let me stay if I go back to set?"

            "She'll say something like you know your body," Grace said, imitating her wife's accent before going back to her own. "And she's not going to stop you from getting those scenes done. But she also wants you to be okay and not overexert yourself if you're not feeling well."

            "Might help distract me."

            "Keep us posted?"

            Jensen nodded. "Can I brush my teeth before I go back to set?"

            "Did you throw up?"

            "If I said yes, would you make me leave?"

            Grace crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Probably."

            "Nope. Didn't puke at all," Jensen said, shaking her head. She'd be honest: she didn't buy it when Rocky did it, and Grace wasn't buying it when she did it. "I'm so healthy."

            As if on cue, Jensen gagged. Pressed a closed fist to her lips and pushed her hand against her stomach. Which resulted in nothing but a sterner look from Grace. Jensen would've taken the vomit over that.

            An amused smile threatened to pull at Grace's lips. "Wanna try again?"

            "I'll be on set in five minutes."

            "Sure. We'll see you then."

            "Thanks, Grace."

            "I know you didn't puke," Grace said, "but I have kid's Gravol in my purse."

            Jensen nodded. "Thanks."

            "Anything you need to tell us?" Grace asked.

            "What do you mean?"

            "Nothing, never mind. Just get through this next couple weeks of filming. You've got it."

            Jensen frowned slightly. "Okay..."

            "Don't stress it. I'll grab the Gravol. Come to set when you're ready. Take your time."

            Jensen closed the trailer door and take her time, she did. About thirty minutes of it. During which she contemplated calling Miles. What exactly would she say? Babe, I threw up in my trailer and have felt nauseous all day. That wasn't something he needed to deal with when he was at work. Jensen was, as unfortunate as it was at that moment, an adult. And she could deal with it herself.

            The fresh air that was her walk from her trailer did nothing to settle her stomach. She felt positively green as she walked up to Keira.

            "Sorry for taking so long," Jensen managed as she walked beside her.

            "It's fine," Keira said. "Grace said you were in need of Tanner's Gravol?"

            "I—um—" Jensen swallowed hard. "He doesn't need it?"

            "He's working with a tutor. I'd hope social studies isn't too nauseating." Keira held her hand out, fingers pinching two Gravol tablet packages. "Here. No questions asked. Water's at the catering table."

            "Thanks." Jensen took the tablet packages in her hand and walked over to the catering table. She took them with a quick drink of water and tried to shake the nauseous feeling out of her body.

            "Do you need to go home?" Keira asked.

            "Do you want me to?"

            Keira shrugged. "You know your body."

            The day carried on quickly after that. Jensen was certain it was less to do with her acting ability and more to do with her Gravol-induced cloudy mind. Her lines seeped from her pores, coming out of her mouth like Logan had taken her over and Jensen was no more. Which, frankly, was exactly what happened with characters like Logan. She lost herself in them when action was called. Sometimes Jensen went on tangents—occasionally, Keira liked them, occasionally she didn't. But eventually, the day was over and Jensen got to let go of Logan until the next day.

            Getting to her trailer, Jensen changed out of her costume, grabbed her phone and keys, and headed to her car. She couldn't wait to sit at home, kick her feet up, probably eat too much food (which she loved the idea of). Pressing the fob on her car keys to unlock the door, Jensen's phone rang.

            Without giving the screen much of a look, Jensen slid the button to answer and pressed the phone to her ear. She used her shoulder to hold it as she popped another Gravol out of it's pill case and popped it in her mouth and chewed it quickly. "Hey, babe, what's up?"

            "Not much," a voice that definitely wasn't Miles said, "babe."

            "Liberty?"

            "I know you're married with children and all," Liberty said, "but don't you dare forget that I knew you before Miles was even a thought, okay?"

            Jensen let out a weak laugh as she slid into her seat and took the phone in her hand. "Got it."

            "You okay?" Liberty asked. "You sound off."

            "I don't feel great," Jensen said as she leaned her head against the seat, closing her eyes and pressing a hand to her forehead. "It's fine."

            "Don't say it's fine," Liberty said. "What's wrong?"

            "What did you call for?"

            "I'm not answering until you answer me."

            "Liberty."

            "Try me, Jensen Rhodes. I have unlimited minutes."

            Jensen sighed. "I feel like I may throw up. Again. Any moment. Your turn."

            "Ew."

            "You asked," Jensen said. She leaned her forehead on the edge of the steering wheel. "What do you need?"

            "Now I don't want to ask 'cause you're pukey."

            "Liberty, I'll be fine. What's up?"

            "I—um—" Liberty let out a nervous laugh. "I wanted you to come ring shopping with me. Help me out a little."

            Jensen's head shot up from the steering wheel. "Ring shopping like... ring shopping?"

            "No, I really feel like fixing my car," Liberty said. "Yes, I mean engagement ring shopping."

            "I'll be there."

            "You don't have to if you're sick—"

            "I've been waiting six years for you to propose to Dayna," Jensen said. "I'm coming. We're getting you a ring."

            Liberty paused for a moment. The smile in her voice clear when she spoke again. "Thanks, Jens."

            "Anytime, babe."

            "I was thinking Cavalier in Gastown if you're up for it?" Liberty said. "If you're not—"

            "You've got it," Jensen said. "I'll see you there."

            "Okay."

            "Libby?"

            "Yes?"

            "Don't be nervous. She'd say yes to you if you asked with a ring pop."

            Liberty laughed nervously again. "Whatever you say."

            "I gotta drive there and call Miles to let him know I'm not coming home right away," Jensen said. "But please don't stress out. We'll find you the perfect ring."

            "Don't tell Miles," Liberty said, "I don't want him snitching."

            "I promise I won't."

            "Thank you," Liberty said, "for this. I owe you."

            "Make me your maid of honour and we're even."

            "Come on, Jens." Liberty laughed; genuinely, that time. "Who else would I pick?"

*

Jensen found parking relatively easily. She credited that to years of filming Legendary in Gastown and dragging Miles to see the steam clock anytime they were even remotely close to where it was. (Which he obliged to, even if he liked Granville Island more than Gastown.) (Their tattoo artist was near there, so it evened out eventually.)

            "Jens!" Jensen heard from behind her. She turned in time to be nearly tackled to the ground in a hug by Liberty.

            Jensen wrapped her arms around her. "How are the nerves?"

            "A little panicky. Kinda like I might piss my pants," Liberty said. "Or throw up."

            "We'll vomit together," Jensen said. "It'll be great."

            "We're the cutest best friends." Liberty laughed.

            Jensen laughed and linked her arm with Liberty's. "Are you ready?"

            Liberty drew in a deep breath. "As I'll ever be."

            "Your back up could still be a ring pop."

            "Because I definitely want to spend this amount of money on a ring to give my girlfriend—"

            "Future fiancée."

            "—A ring pop."

            "As a back up."

            "Says the one who didn't have to go shopping for a ring."

            "I would've said yes if Miles had proposed with a ring pop."

            "That's 'cause you two are disgusting."

            "Are you stalling?"

            "A little," Liberty said. "How are you feeling?"

            "Nauseous," Jensen said. "And a little sore."

            "Sore like after sex—"

            "Liberty."

            "—Or sore like you're bruised and you don't know where?"

            "Sore like..." Jensen shifted her shoulders. "Sore like I want to take this bra off and never put it back on because my chest hurts."

            "Jensen."

            "Don't say it."

            "You know I have to—"

            "You don't, actually."

            "Didn't this happen before you found out you were pregnant with Beckett?"

            "Please don't jinx it."

            "I'm only asking—"

            "I don't want to talk about it," Jensen said. "It's a cold. Or a flu. It's fine. It's nothing."

            Liberty held her hands up in surrender. "I'll take your word for it."

            "And you are still stalling."

            "Guilty."

            "Get going, future wife."

            "That's a terrifying word, Jensen Rhodes."

            Jensen took the first step forward, dragging a stiff-kneed Liberty with her. Eventually, Liberty fell into stride and stopped being hesitant about what was happening. When they walked into Cavalier, she even smiled. And took a glass of free champagne when she said she was looking for an engagement ring. Jensen passed. Bubbly was not going to help her stomach.

            Liberty leaned over glass cases to look at rings. Jensen looked, too. But she stayed a little further back. Picking out a ring was Liberty's job, she was there for moral support and approval and excitement. She was practically bouncing out of her skin with excitement. Despite how sick she felt there was one thing that could get Jensen out of any funk: love. Watching Liberty ease into her own excitement was a sight to see. When she reached a certain point, it was like she'd forgotten she even had a glass in her hand.

            They wandered through the store for about half an hour before Jensen nearly ran into Liberty when she stopped dead in her tracks.

            "Holy shit," Liberty breathed.

            "What?"

            Liberty pointed her pinky to a ring. It was a teardrop diamond on a simple silver band. With the light hitting it, the diamond glittered with faint shades of pastel pink. Absolutely Dayna Adams with every glimmer and shine. With wide eyes, Liberty looked up at Jensen. "I think... Is that it?"

            Jensen smiled. "Dayna would love it."

            Liberty pouted slightly as Jensen watched tears build up in her eyes. "Is this it?"

            "I think it might be."

            "Wait." Liberty looked back at the ring before turning back to Jensen again. A tear fell down her cheek. "I didn't think we were going to find the one in the first store. I thought I was dragging you to at least four different stores."

            Jensen shrugged. "Sometimes things are meant to be."

            "Am I..." Liberty swallowed hard. Laughed as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Am I going to get engaged?"

            Jensen grinned, tears forming in her own eyes. "I think so."

            "Holy shit."

            "Holy shit," Jensen confirmed.

            Liberty wrapped her arms around Jensen and let out a laugh; relief mixed with all the love in the universe in a cocktail of the best kind of happiness imaginable. "I'm going to ask her to marry me."

            "Yeah you are."

            Liberty pulled away from Jensen and chugged the rest of her champagne. "I'm going to be engaged!"

            "Hell yeah you are!" Jensen yelled, laughing jovially.

            "I take it we've—" A clerk walked up to them from behind the counter, a smile on their face. "—found the one?"

            "She's amazing," Liberty said. "I love her so much. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her."

            "Liberty," Jensen said. "The ring."

            "Right," Liberty blushed, pointing to the teardrop diamond ring. "This one."

            "Do you know what size you'd like?"

            "Seven and a half," Liberty said. "Please. Um. Thank you."

            "I'll go grab some paperwork and we'll get started on your order," the clerk said.

            Liberty squealed when they walked away. Hugging Jensen tightly. Letting go fast enough that Jensen hadn't even fully wrapped her arms around her again. She stage-whispered at Jensen, excitement tensing her shoulders up to her ears. "I'm getting engaged."

            "Yes, you are."

            "Oh my God."

            "Feeling better about this, then?" Jensen smiled knowingly.

            "I'm going to be a wife," Liberty said, raising her empty glass in the air. "Hear me, Jensen Rhodes? A wife!"

            "Yes, you are."

            "That's a teardrop diamond I'm not going to lose."

            Jensen laughed. The excitement in the air was enough to make her forget how awful she felt, at least in the moment. "Any idea when you're going to ask?"

            Liberty shook her head. "It'll be a miracle if I make it home and I don't blurt it out, Jens."

            "You know," Jensen said, thinking back to Miles' parking lot proposal and smiling. "It's going to be magic no matter what."

            "Thank you for coming with me," Liberty said.

            "Anytime."

            "Can I buy you dinner?" Liberty asked. "Something?"

            "You're about to buy an engagement ring," Jensen said. "Can I buy you dinner?"

            Liberty shook her head. "I need cake. Or ice cream. Or something. I want to eat cake with my girlfriend. Potential future wife. Oh my God."

            "You need to calm down."

            "I don't think I can," Liberty said. "Or ever will."

            "Is she going to think something's up if you come home with cake for dinner?"

            "We had Dairy Queen the other night, got drunk, and watched Pitch Perfect," Liberty said. "This is simply another night in the Adams-Faith apartment."

            "Fair enough," Jensen said.

            "I mean it would probably be more suspicious if I didn't show up with cake—"

            Jensen put her hands on Liberty's shoulders, which silenced her immediately. "I will go around the corner and buy you cake while you finish the paperwork. And you will go home and eat cake with your future wife. Okay?"

            Liberty nodded. "Okay."

            "Okay."

            "I love you."

            "I love you, too."

            "Oh my God."

            "Sign papers, meet me outside. Okay?"

            Liberty nodded. "Thank you. Again."

            "You're welcome. Take your time."

            Jensen knew there was a grocery store around the corner from the jewelry store. One that had tuxedo cake that seemed perfect for dinner. So perfect, in fact, that Jensen found a dairy free cheesecake in the frozen section for her and Miles' post-kids-to-bed-dessert. With two cakes in her basket, Jensen headed to the pharmacy section. Because while she was stocked at home with almost every kids version of every medication available, Gravol was one of the one's she was missing in general.

            And Gravol was exactly what she needed. What Jensen didn't need was to walk past the pregnancy tests. What she also didn't need was to stop. And consider. Deciding she did not need to think about it, Jensen walked over to the Gravol and dropped two boxes in her basket. The shorter route to where the cash registers were was likely through the pregnancy test section. Which meant that Jensen took a decidedly scenic route that probably extended her trip by more than a couple minutes because of how far out of the way she went, but she did it anyway.

            After paying, Jensen walked back to Cavalier quickly, which only took a couple minutes. Liberty was already standing outside and pacing back and forth. Jensen quickened to a jog before Liberty could panic any longer.

            "You good?" Jensen asked.

            Liberty nodded. "Signed, sealed, to be delivered."

            "How do you feel?"

            "Still kinda pukey," Liberty said. "But... Like, in the best way possible."

            "Will you send pictures when it happens?" Jensen asked.

            "Absolutely," Liberty said. "Every level of obnoxious we can."

            "Perfect."

            "Any water resistant mascara recommendations?"

            Jensen shook her head. "The tear streaks are worth it."

            "Are you sure?"

            "Absolutely." Jensen dug Liberty and Dayna's cake out of the grocery bag and held it out to Liberty. "For your to-be engagement."

            Liberty took the cake in her hands and let the smile she'd been fighting break through. "Thank you for being here with me."

            "You're going to do amazing," Jensen said. "And it's going to be so worth it."

            "Thank you, Jens."

            "Love you."

            Liberty gave her a one-arm hug and kissed Jensen's cheek. "Love you too. Text me when you get home."

            "Drive safe."

            Jensen and Liberty parted ways and Jensen put her grocery bag on the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt to keep the cake from falling off the seat. She drove carefully, blissfully. It felt like the car was gliding on air. Keeping the secret from Miles for Jensen was going to be as hard as Liberty keeping the secret from Dayna.

            Pulling into their garage, Jensen grabbed the grocery bag and placed it on her lap. She grabbed one of the boxes of Gravol and took another one before walking into the house. The less Miles saw her take any medicine, the less worried he would be, and the better off they all would be.

            Jensen walked into a silent house; which would've worried her if she didn't see Miles holding a sleeping Beckett and Rocky passed out on the floor, leaning against Miles' knee. She smiled softly at the sight, Miles met her eyes.

            "Hey Rhodes," Miles whispered. Nearly breaking into laughter. "We gotta tip that toddler daycare some more."

            "Clearly," Jensen whispered back, smiling wider.

            "What's in the bag?"

            "I bought, um, cake?" Jensen said. More of a question.

            "You went out with Liberty to buy cake for two hours?"

            That was how long it had been?

            "Gastown cake," Jensen supplied. "All the better."

            "Gastown has a vegan cake shop?"

            "The... grocery store has dairy free cake. Yeah."

            "You went to Gastown... to go to the grocery store?"

            "Yup."

            Jensen walked to the kitchen without another word. Silently praying that ring would arrive the next day and Liberty would be sending every cheesy picture imaginable. It had been a long time since Jensen went through with not telling Miles something. Even then: it had been pregnancies and she'd never been quite sure what to say. (When she found out she was pregnant with Rocky, after weeks of planning to tell him, she ended up saying it before bed one day and they cried in each other's arms for a good hour and kissed for another one.) (For Beckett's, she'd blurted the words the moment she found out without thinking twice about it.)

            After a couple minutes, during which Jensen hid the evidence that there was ever Gravol purchased and put the cake in the fridge to thaw, Miles walked into the kitchen. Kidless. Jensen assumed that meant he'd somehow gotten them both to bed without waking them up. A true magician.

            "I still don't understand the trip to—" Miles stopped himself when Jensen walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. "Um."

            "I love you so much," Jensen said.

            "I love you too, Rhodes." Miles had never sounded confused when saying that to her before, but she didn't blame him. His arms hugged her tightly. "Are you okay?"

            "I'm great. Perfect. Fantastic," Jensen said. "And I love you so much."

            "I love you too, Rhodes." Miles pressed a kiss to the top of her head.