"Please tell me you're not taking her," Jason asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course, I am," Sonny responded, straightening his tie in the mirror.

"What if something happens to her or the baby?"

"Nothing will," Sonny stated firmly, turning to face him.

Jason sighed. He prayed nothing happened because if it did, Sonny would never forgive himself and it would just be another incident for Sonny to be self-destructive about. "Why are you even helping her?"

"Because if I didn't, she would be hunting down Taggert's killer by herself."

Jason wondered how Sonny knew that for sure. How did Sonny know the ADA so well? Did they share a history? "How do you know that?"

It was now or never, either he told Jason the truth or he didn't answer at all. He exhaled. "We knew each other when we were kids."

Trying to keep the shock out of his voice, Jason asked, "Did Lois know her?"

Sonny shook his head.

Interesting, thought Jason. They knew each other when they were kids, but Lois didn't know her. What exactly was their relationship? They couldn't have been friends because friends would have stayed in contact regardless of lifestyle choices. Dara didn't seem the type to leave her friends behind just because she worked on the right side of the law and her friend chose the wrong side. Which meant they had been lovers. Sonny and the ADA. He never would have guessed that. Neither gave away any miniscule sign that they knew each other at all. It must have been serious. He wondered if Taggert knew.

"Boss, she just pulled in," Marco said, through a slight opening of the front door.

Sonny nodded towards his luggage and opened the door wider.

"I can go with you."

Shaking his head, Sonny put on his coat. "Stay here take care of Michael and Morgan and the business." He walked out the door without a backwards look.

Helping Dara adjust her seatbelt, he felt a slight flutter against his hand.

They both looked up at the same time and their eyes connected.

"Was that- -" he asked.

She nodded and smiled. "I think so."

It happened again. This time stronger, harder.

"You've got a strong one in there."

"So it seems, just like his or her dad."

"I pray she's not that pig-headed for her sake and yours."

"Hey!"

"What? Tags wasn't pig-headed? He was like a bull in a china shop."

Dara threw her head back and laughed. That was an apt description of Marcus at times. Man did she miss him, but not as much as she thought she would or should. Ever since her crusade of vengeance began, it seemed like Marcus was moving further and further away from her. Rubbing her stomach, she prayed this baby would bring him closer. "How do you know it's a girl?"

"I've got a sense about these things."

"Really?"

"What, you don't believe me?" he asked, staring at the stark disbelief on her face. "I accurately predicted Morgan was going to be a boy and his weight and height. I'm a baby expert."

She rolled her eyes. "One baby is a fluke."

"Ah, but then there was Kirk's and Sam's baby, Mary. Julio, the janitor. Heather's in accounting. Donna in shipping. Frannie, the receptionist- - Shall I continue?"

"You might know a thing or two or it might be strange luck."

"You're having a girl and when you get to six months, I'll tell you her height and weight."

Dara snorted.

"Would you care to make a wager, Doubting Thomasina?" he questioned, knowing Dara couldn't pass up a dare almost as much as she hated to lose.

After debating for less than a minute, Dara nodded. "You're on. What's the wager?"

Sonny pretended to contemplate all the things they could wager, but he knew what the wager would be the instant he started this conversation. "I name her."

"What?!" Maybe she misheard him.

"I get to name her."

Okay, she hadn't misheard him, but was he crazy. She could only imagine Mama Florence's, Gia's, Mac's, Alex's reactions if she let Sonny name Marcus' baby.

"Are you chicken?" he questioned in a teasing tone of voice. But in all actuality, he wasn't teasing at all. This could have been his baby, if the timing had been different. He and Dara could be enjoying this pregnancy together. Maybe that's why he felt a connection to this little girl because of what might have been. Or maybe it was because she was a part of Dara. "If you're so sure it's just strange luck, then why not make the bet?"

She knew the mind game Sonny was playing. She'd missed seeing him like this, being with him like this. "What do I get when I'm right and this bundle of joy is Marcus Jr.?"

Did she think her nonsubtle reminder of whose baby she was carrying would distract him? Ah, she was sadly mistaken and had grossly underestimated him. "A month’s worth of midnight feedings," he answered looking her straight in the eyes.

She heard his implied meaning there, but there would be no repeat of what had happened in the safe house. He knew that and so did she. "Don't you have Michael and Morgan every other week? You'd wake those poor babies up to drive over to my house to feed my son?"

"Uncle Jason wouldn't have a problem coming over for an hour while I fulfilled my obligations, but don't worry about it because she's a girl. How about Marion? Or Shane, after your favorite movie?"

"I'm not naming my daughter after John Wayne, especially after he changed his own name- -"

"Oh, come on. Would you have gone to see a Western starring a man named Marion?"

"That's wrong to hold his name against him."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Wrong but true."

"And Shane is not my favorite, it's yours. You just don't want to admit it. Mine is The Wild Bunch."

"I could always name her Sam."

Staring out the jet's window, she murmured softly, "Sam Peckinpah Taggert, I don't think so."

"I've got a hundred more," he grinned.

Dara stuck out her hand. "Poor Jason, waking up in the middle of the night, so you can feed my son."

He shook her hand. "Elphaba, doesn't that just roll off your tongue?"

Picking up a pillow behind her back, she threw it at Sonny. "You are not naming my baby after the Wicked Witch of the West."

Sonny just laughed.