"Okay, David…like the renovations on you too. Sorta anglicized yourself, huh?" Rollie asked, studying the plastic surgical technique that Michael had undergone.

"Yeah, went for the yup look, like the cleft? The nurse in the Doc's office felt I should have one?" Michael said, spying Rollie's smile and Angie's no nonsense glare at him.

"Positively Kirk Douglas, " Angie replied, frowning, "by the way- been to see Mira yet?"

Michael turned to her and his face, the new one with its hazel eyes, stared at her hard for a moment and then relaxed as he made his way to the living area. He plopped down on the couch, unconcerned that Rollie and Angie had been on their way out.

"I haven't seen Mira yet. Don't know if I will, either. It may be better for her to think I am dead, you know."

"Give me a break! You must think she is stupid or something…" Angie began, pulling at Rollie's arm as he started to sit across from Michael as the new David Grant.

Rollie knew she wanted Michael out and that the promise of no trouble or police involvement had been kept so far but Michael's new look and his relaxed nature intrigued him. Was he free, finally? Rollie wanted to know.

Against Angie's wishes, he sat down as Angie stood behind the couch, arms folded across her chest and listened. Michael had gotten out of Costa Rica with no problems. He had the surgery done a week later in France. He had planned and already arranged most of his "freedom" plan. Once he had healed, he had set out for the United States. Having already secured his identity beforehand, he began to pick up the life of David Grant. He even went to work everyday as a mild mannered staff writer for a Yonkers newspaper.

"Great, Clark Kent by day in Yonkers and Michael Sanchez, super agent at night in New York State!" Angie commented smugly as Michael grinned.

"Hey, you're good. You should write editorials, Angie," Michael replied, winking at her, unaffected by her comment, "Actually, this David Grant is all around, there is no spy stuff. The organization is gone. I AM free!"

"No Toya men chasing you?" Rollie asked, concerned.

"He thinks I am dead…" Michael responded, "It's great, you know."

"Yeah, great for everyone except Mira," Angie said, under her breath.

"Well, Mira has gotten over the loss," Rollie said, smiling as he waited for Michael's reaction. She's dating someone now…"

Angie looked at Rollie, surprised as Michael looked up at Rollie, trying to remain cool and unconcerned.

"Oh?" Michael asked, and looked down at the pattern on the couch.

"Rollie! You've been talking to Mira?" Angie asked, a little taken back that he was going behind her back to talk with Mira while she had kept the distance between them.

"Well," Rollie replied, shrugging his shoulders and looking sheepishly at her, "I didn't help her out at all, just touched bases with her, you know. I miss talking to her, Angie, that's all."

Michael looked from Rollie to Angie. He could see there was some strife there over Mira. Then again, he had once thought that Rollie was having a thing with Mira, himself.

"So, she's dating…good for her!" Michael said, nodding his head.

"Who is she dating?" Angie asked, coming around from behind the couch and walking in-between them to sit down further on the couch from Rollie. Rollie caught the up and down look that Michael had given her as she walked by. He caught Michael's eye with his stern gaze.

"It's Tony- Tony Rizzo…" Rollie said, blatantly hoping to stab Michael with the news. It did, in fact- do the trick, for Michael's new, fine nostrils flared suddenly as he clenched his fist without realizing it.

"They sleeping together?" he asked, covering his whitened knuckles with his other hand.

"Jeez, Michael- didn't go there. She just mentioned they were dating and that they had resolved their issues at work. She sounded happy, that's all," Rollie said with an exasperated look.

Angie's face must have shown her shock as well. Tony Rizzo? She had thought that Mira hated his guts, that the guy wasn't smart enough to clean her shoes or her gun.

"Rollie, I thought our reservations were for eight?" she asked, interrupting the male bonding taking place.

He looked at her and smiled, "You're right, love. We have a previous engagement, Michael. I'm sorry to chat and run but that's the breaks when you're married to Mrs. Tyler there."

Michael looked over to Angie, smiling slightly as he stood up, "I guess that's my cue to leave."

"Don't take it so badly. I am sure that if you went over and talked to Mira, you could maybe get her to at least not shoot you in the first five minutes," Angie replied, smiling sweetly back at him and tugging at Rollie's arm again.

"I might just do that, Angie. Might check out the Rizzo man in action…and catch up on my misspent past. By the way, Rollie- the reason I came by to see you today- is while I was writing a little article for my paper, I noticed that you guys will be filming on the Hudson near Bannerman's Castle. Our paper is helping to sponsor the National Maritime Historical Society's plight to keep you guys from filming that movie so close to the island. I hear that there are plans to set up camp on the island itself and film. That does not make them happy, you know. But then again, your director and producers got permission from the State, which owns the island to film there so…"

"Is this really an issue?" Rollie asked, as Angie stood perplexed beside him. She didn't have a clue about the location shots for the Latham movie they had been working on so intensely. She had been confined to the studio scenes and really hadn't been paying attention.

"Yep, got some very upset people, including the daughter of the former owner of the castle on the island there. I think they are speculating that you guys will blow up the rest of the castle once you set foot on the island," Michael replied, smiling.

"We have no plans for any charges going off there. It is strictly interior work at the castle and some cliff shots, I think," Rollie replied, folding his arms across his chest.

"Hmm, just a warning for what lies ahead. I couldn't resist coming since I had promised I would look you up anyway after Costa Rica. I can trust you that you will maintain my new identity?" Michael asked, looking at both of them.

"I could give a rat's ass…" Angie began as Rollie interrupted her;

"Yeah, of course. Guess we might see you out there sometime here in the future then, right?"

"You might. I am the feature writer for this whole series of stories about the bad movie people invading the Hudson," Michael replied, smiling at Angie who did not return the emotion.

"Well, I will be on my way. You guys have a nice dinner at the Four Seasons, okay?" he told them, grinning again as Rollie looked at him with surprised adulation.

"How'd you know that?" Rollie asked.

"Well, I was a Super Agent, right Angie?" Michael replied, and stroked her cheek slightly as she reddened.

"Yeah, right there- David. Mr. Grant, that is. Should have chosen Lou for your first name, though, it fits better with the image, you know?" she replied as he laughed, Rollie following him to the door.

As he stepped out of the loft, he turned around and seriously looked at Rollie, his voice slightly wavering; "you have no idea how it feels right now, Rollie- to be able to walk around like this. You cherish that woman in there, and don't make her too mad." Angie stepped up closer to the door, looking over Rollie's shoulder as he stood outside the stoop.

"Looking mighty fine, Angie. Rollie, you'd better watch out- she is dressed to kill!" Michael put his hand over his heart and patted it as Angie scoffed and Rollie smiled nervously. He waved him off as the former husband of Mira's and espionage agent made his way around the corner and disappeared.

"So, we are going to the Four Seasons? Great! I am starved!" Angie said, grabbing her purse as Rollie stood silently at the door still, looking at the empty corner.

"Okay, what's up?" Angie asked, as he turned around to her and smiled, stroking the notch in her neck with his finger.

"Nothing, well- Michael…bloody hell! He comes all the way back here from Paris with a new face and identity and sets up shop about thirty miles away!"

"Closer to the one he loves, maybe. He just can't let go, I guess," Angie replied, handing him the keys to the sports car.

"Yeah, but who does he love?" Rollie said, thinking about how Michael had looked at her inside and the comment he had made as he was leaving.

"Get real- Rollie," Angie said, swatting him with her purse as she stepped outside the loft, "he just lusts after me…it's Mira and always has been Mira. But, I have to say- the new look has promise!"

Rollie looked down at his wife, dressed in the blue spandex dress that had bowled him over more than a year ago and was impressing him and others again tonight, "hey! That will do, Angela- that will do."

"So, what? I'm a pig now?" Angie replied, swatting him again with her purse as he smiled, his impression of the pig farmer from BABE getting a little more reaction from her then he had thought. But, looking at her, he smiled again. She was getting more lovely and curvy everyday. He didn't consider himself a jealous man but then again, he would have to rethink that thought.

Their dinner was fabulous and Angie's appetite was notorious as usual. She even had dessert. Angie found her husband of a year to be attentive and all consumed with their year of marriage; the antics and craziness that had ensued since their wedding. Over the flickering candles, Angie smiled at Rollie;

"Can you believe it? Because I can't…I am so happy, Rollie!"

"Ange, when you say that, it makes my heart burst. I never want to hear you are unhappy, truly. You know I would do anything to keep you from being unhappy."

"Hey Rollie, there is something that would make me even more happy, you know?"

"What's that?" He looked at her as she took a deep breath and then waved her hand in front of her face as it flushed, the redness rising from her chest upward.

"Oh, give me a moment…here!" she replied, fanning herself and taking a last spoonful of the wondrous chocolate mousse that she had delved into so enthusiastically.

"My God, Angie- want another one, is that it?" he asked, chuckling as she looked at him seriously.

"Think you wouldn't be embarrassed if I did ask?"

"What, really? That's what would make you happy?

"Silly, no- but I am getting such a big appetite!"

"Okay, you have been playing with me long enough, my dear. You want a new house, what?"

"No, I love the loft. It's just that what would make me even happier would be…"

A violinist swerved into their conversation by their table and began playing "Fall" from the Four Seasons by Vivaldi.

They both looked up at him and opened their mouths at the same time.

"Oh, he's making me hungry," Angie said, grinning at Rollie.

"He's making me go insane!" Rollie said, motioning for the violinist to step back a bit which the musician did, the music building behind them.

"What would make you even happier, Ange?" he asked again, the bow of the violinist going in a frenzy now as Angie grabbed his hand in a desperate clutch.

"Ohhh, here goes…" She began as the cascade of music went down in a roll of notes so familiar and timely.

"It would make me even happier if…" the rebuild up of the music to crescendo was back and Rollie leaned forward, straining to hear her.

"You would be the devoted …" the straining bow was jabbing at Rollie like a busy bee as he shook his head, his eyebrows raised, the words from Angie so far apart and driving him crazy.

"father of this baby…" she yelled out as the music from the violin crashed into the abrupt staccato ending.

Angie's hand was on her lower abdomen, having pulled his hand to it as well. Rollie was frowning slightly, his mouth moving, repeating her words slowly as if he had not understood her.

"You ?"

"Yes…"

"I'm?"

"Of course, silly!"

He put his other hand to his forehead, brushing back his hair from his face. His eyes met hers still in a state of shock and he looked down at his other hand pressed firmly against her abdomen.

"I thought you didn't want..until later…?"

"Changed my mind, with all the peace and quiet…"

"Changed your mind?"

"Yep…"

Rollie made a nervous laugh and moved his hand away as she folded her hands in her lap. How in the bloody hell had she kept this from him?

It didn't matter. Angie looked a bit uncomfortable as he continued to stammer slightly. She would have thought that he would have jumped up and down with joy. She certainly had been surprised when she had done the test and it had come back positive. She confirmed it later that week at the doctor's. The funny thing was that she was almost three months along and didn't know it. The stress of the movie and her doing the principle F/X stunts for it had kept her mind preoccupied, not on herself or her body.

"Rollie, there's more…" she said, abruptly.

"Yeah?" he said, almost fearfully, she thought.

"I am already around three months…I'm sorry! I didn't know until a day ago!"

"What?"

"Yeah, sorry- hey, let's get out of here, okay. Let's go talk somewhere…"

"Okay, good idea," he replied, his voice soft.

As they walked outside along the tiny, white lights that lit the pathway toward the valet, Rollie turned around to his shivering wife.

"You forgot your wrap thingy?" he asked, strangely.

"It's okay, forget it- the car's coming. I left it at home."

Rollie suddenly remembered like a fool, his sports jacket he was wearing and pulled it off, helping Angie into it. It draped her like a coat, the sleeves coming past her hands by over six inches.

As the valet went for the car, Rollie looked out at the busy street and then looked down at Angie. They had been standing there like strangers. Stupid! He told himself.

"We're pregnant!" he said loudly.

Angie suddenly looked up at him as she realized that his strange behavior when she had told him was shock. After all, she had told him repeatedly that she wasn't ready for a baby. His face was now lit up, his eyes dancing as she smiled.

He lifted her up and kissed her with such conviction that she pulled away saying; "ouch!"

"Sorry, love. I squeezed you too hard, did I hurt you? I don't know what to do here? What can we do now? Can we do normal things, what?"

"Put me down first," she said, giggling as the car came up in front of them, "Now, open my door and let me get in, better yet, I'll drive."

She opened the door and he did as she told him. The valet raised his eyebrows a bit as she took the keys from him and strode around to the driver's door.

Once inside, she nudged him; "breathe!"

"Oh, yeah- breathe…" he repeated and took a deep breath in and out.

"There you go, daddy!" she replied, pulling out in her usual grace with a screech of tires, smiling as Rollie took hold of her knee and didn't let go.