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Chris glanced at Jill, who was napping on the couch, before returning to packing the guest room. It wasn't a huge room, but it was the larger of the two guest rooms and perfect to put a nursery in for the baby. The house was too big for them alone. It was much more suited to a family like the one Leon had with Ada. A family that included children needed a big house. Not a husband and wife on their own.

But now, Chris reminded himself, but now Jill was pregnant. They were finally having their first child together.

While Jill had been excited at first, she had become almost indifferent to the idea of a child. The stress that was still attached to her inability to see and learning to deal with it brought her to a place where she couldn't be as excited as she would be if she weren't blind.

The dinner a few nights before had been great. They had told their immediate friends and family of the event- Chris cut off in his train of thought. They hadn't called Jill's father yet, Dick Valentine. His real name was Allen, but for whatever reason, the common nickname for Allen was Dick. Later, Chris would have to call the prison and try and get in touch with his in-law. Now that Chris thought about it, the man didn't even know about his daughter's blindness. That would also have to be fixed.

Jill loved her father. She had been close to him when she was younger, though their relationship had faultered some when he first got thrown in jail. That had been when she was eighteen. Right around the time she joined STARS, he had gotten out and they had started talking again. Chris had met him during that time, in which the older man had threatened him but also gave him his blessing, even though Chris hadn't been dating Jill at the time. Dick had moved out of Raccoon City a short while after that, which had turned out to be a very good thing.

The last time Jill and her father had talked face to face was when he was allowed a gaurded visit from the prison he was in to see her in the month she spent in the hospital after Africa. But that had been almost half a year prior to Jill becoming blind.

Chris decided that he needed to call the prison and try to get through to Dick. The man needed to know what was going on with his daughter.

Chris pulled the sheet off the bed and folded it, returning it to the linen closet. As he walked back to the soon-to-be-baby's room, the phone ring. He didn't recognize the number, but answered. "Redfield residence, Chris speaking."

"Chris?" a man spoke from the other end. "It's me, Dick. Jill's dad."

"Oh, I was just thinking about how we needed to call you. You need to speak to Jill."

Worry became apparent in the old man's voice. "Why? Is she okay? Has something happened?"

"She... I'll let her explain." Chris approached Jill, who was still dozing on the couch. He touched her shoulder gently. "Jill, hun, wake up. Your dad's on the phone." She eyes opened at that. She had barely been asleep, drifting in and out of slumber. He pressed the phone into her hand and she sat up, putting it to her ear.

"Daddy?" Her voice was quiet and sounded like that of a scared little girl. Her father heard the tone and his worry grew.

"Oh, baby girl, what's wrong?" Jill started to cry as she began her explanation. Chris kissed the top of her head and went to their bedroom, allowing Jill privacy. Upon hearing her father's voice, she had regressed into the child that had depended on him so much for so long. She was reminded of how much she missed her dad.

Chris sat in the darkness of their room, staring at the ceiling as he laid on his back. Jill needed her father at that moment, not him. Nonetheless, he still wanted to hold her and comfort her. He could hear her quiet whispers as she cried to her father about the darkness in her eyes and the baby growing inside her. It hurt to hear her pain.

Soon, though, she quieted and a conversation between her and her father began, though Chris couldn't hear what exactly she was saying. If she wanted him to know, he'd find out.

Eventually, the call ended. She stood from the couch and moved down the hallway. "Chris?" she asked into the air.

"Bedroom," he answered, sitting up as she entered.

"Dad's out of jail. He's coming over tomorrow..." She sat down beside her husband and leaned against him.

"Good," Chris said.

"He's excited to have a grandkid. But he didn't say much about me being blind..."

"He's probably scared for you. He's your dad, he loves you. No dad wants something bad to happen to his child." As Chris said this he wrapped an arm around her, his opposite hand being placed on her stomach. She let a smile touch her face and she turned against him, falling back on the bed to cuddle. She kissed him and curled close.

"I can't wait until I s-... Until he gets here."

"Do you know what time tomorrow?"

"Around twelve, if he gets an earlier flight. If not, later than that."

"Do we want to do anything special? I can make lunch for us or something."

She shrugged. "I don't care. I just want to s-..." She sighed. "I just want my dad here."

Jill remembered the last time she had seen her father had been in the hospital. Before being kidnapped, Jill had been engaged to Chris for some years. They had to put off the wedding repeatedly in favor of their job. Chris had gotten the reverend from the local church to come in and, with Claire and Dick as witnesses, marry the couple. Jill had loved the trouble Chris had gone through in order to make sure they were legally wed. It had been one of her better days in the hospital. Her withdrawals were almost non-existant that day, and Claire had brought in a simple white sundress for her to wear. The moment she said "I do" was the best moment of her life. Her father had given her away and Claire had done the same for Chris. Jill had been too weak to stand, but she had sat propped up by pillows. The best day of her life.

Chris wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "Get some sleep, Jill."

She nodded and snuggled with him as he pulled the blanket over them both.

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Chris glanced at Jill, who was napping on the couch, before returning to packing the guest room. It wasn't a huge room, but it was the larger of the two guest rooms and perfect to put a nursery in for the baby. The house was too big for them alone. It was much more suited to a family like the one Leon had with Ada. A family that included children needed a big house. Not a husband and wife on their own.

But now, Chris reminded himself, but now Jill was pregnant. They were finally having their first child together.

While Jill had been excited at first, she had become almost indifferent to the idea of a child. The stress that was still attached to her inability to see and learning to deal with it brought her to a place where she couldn't be as excited as she would be if she weren't blind.

The dinner a few nights before had been great. They had told their immediate friends and family of the event- Chris cut off in his train of thought. They hadn't called Jill's father yet, Dick Valentine. His real name was Allen, but for whatever reason, the common nickname for Allen was Dick. Later, Chris would have to call the prison and try and get in touch with his in-law. Now that Chris thought about it, the man didn't even know about his daughter's blindness. That would also have to be fixed.

Jill loved her father. She had been close to him when she was younger, though their relationship had faultered some when he first got thrown in jail. That had been when she was eighteen. Right around the time she joined STARS, he had gotten out and they had started talking again. Chris had met him during that time, in which the older man had threatened him but also gave him his blessing, even though Chris hadn't been dating Jill at the time. Dick had moved out of Raccoon City a short while after that, which had turned out to be a very good thing.

The last time Jill and her father had talked face to face was when he was allowed a gaurded visit from the prison he was in to see her in the month she spent in the hospital after Africa. But that had been almost half a year prior to Jill becoming blind.

Chris decided that he needed to call the prison and try to get through to Dick. The man needed to know what was going on with his daughter.

Chris pulled the sheet off the bed and folded it, returning it to the linen closet. As he walked back to the soon-to-be-baby's room, the phone ring. He didn't recognize the number, but answered. "Redfield residence, Chris speaking."

"Chris?" a man spoke from the other end. "It's me, Dick. Jill's dad."

"Oh, I was just thinking about how we needed to call you. You need to speak to Jill."

Worry became apparent in the old man's voice. "Why? Is she okay? Has something happened?"

"She... I'll let her explain." Chris approached Jill, who was still dozing on the couch. He touched her shoulder gently. "Jill, hun, wake up. Your dad's on the phone." She eyes opened at that. She had barely been asleep, drifting in and out of slumber. He pressed the phone into her hand and she sat up, putting it to her ear.

"Daddy?" Her voice was quiet and sounded like that of a scared little girl. Her father heard the tone and his worry grew.

"Oh, baby girl, what's wrong?" Jill started to cry as she began her explanation. Chris kissed the top of her head and went to their bedroom, allowing Jill privacy. Upon hearing her father's voice, she had regressed into the child that had depended on him so much for so long. She was reminded of how much she missed her dad.

Chris sat in the darkness of their room, staring at the ceiling as he laid on his back. Jill needed her father at that moment, not him. Nonetheless, he still wanted to hold her and comfort her. He could hear her quiet whispers as she cried to her father about the darkness in her eyes and the baby growing inside her. It hurt to hear her pain.

Soon, though, she quieted and a conversation between her and her father began, though Chris couldn't hear what exactly she was saying. If she wanted him to know, he'd find out.

Eventually, the call ended. She stood from the couch and moved down the hallway. "Chris?" she asked into the air.

"Bedroom," he answered, sitting up as she entered.

"Dad's out of jail. He's coming over tomorrow..." She sat down beside her husband and leaned against him.

"Good," Chris said.

"He's excited to have a grandkid. But he didn't say much about me being blind..."

"He's probably scared for you. He's your dad, he loves you. No dad wants something bad to happen to his child." As Chris said this he wrapped an arm around her, his opposite hand being placed on her stomach. She let a smile touch her face and she turned against him, falling back on the bed to cuddle. She kissed him and curled close.

"I can't wait until I s-... Until he gets here."

"Do you know what time tomorrow?"

"Around twelve, if he gets an earlier flight. If not, later than that."

"Do we want to do anything special? I can make lunch for us or something."

She shrugged. "I don't care. I just want to s-..." She sighed. "I just want my dad here."

Jill remembered the last time she had seen her father had been in the hospital. Before being kidnapped, Jill had been engaged to Chris for some years. They had to put off the wedding repeatedly in favor of their job. Chris had gotten the reverend from the local church to come in and, with Claire and Dick as witnesses, marry the couple. Jill had loved the trouble Chris had gone through in order to make sure they were legally wed. It had been one of her better days in the hospital. Her withdrawals were almost non-existant that day, and Claire had brought in a simple white sundress for her to wear. The moment she said "I do" was the best moment of her life. Her father had given her away and Claire had done the same for Chris. Jill had been too weak to stand, but she had sat propped up by pillows. The best day of her life.

Chris wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "Get some sleep, Jill."

She nodded and snuggled with him as he pulled the blanket over them both.