A few months passed. Anderson and the Normandy were hard at work convincing the Council that the Reapers were real, that Sovereign was indeed one of them, and that Harbinger was coming to finish the job. Whispers in the halls and quiet corners of the Citadel were slowly gathering favor the Normandy's report and it's captain. Shepard couldn't help but hope the mounting support would force the Council to finally accept the truth. She would't have to wait long either way. The Council would take action or they would be convinced with there dieing breath as the Citadel and all of the galaxy with them came to a burning, screaming halt. Sonya thought the nightmares were over, that whatever the beacon had done to her had some how worn off or faded away by time or force of will to some corner of her mind where the visions couldn't rear their ugly heads at her in the middle of the night. She was wrong. Nothing was a clearer indication that Harbinger was getting closer every day than the return of the night terrors. David did what he could to help calm her when she woke in the middle of the night shouting and beating the crap out of him half in and out of consciousness. She was stronger than she looked and the occasional successful blow had eared him strange looks and concerned questions inquiring after Shepard's temper. His explanation of the nightmares often sounded like a elaborate cover, even in his own ears. It was about as close to knowing exactly how she felt about the Councils disbelief of her reports on the Reapers as he ever , understanding and talking till they were out of words to say didn't stop the visions from assaulting her sleep.

David kept his troubles to himself. His wife had enough of her own and there were few others he trusted to be a listening ear and a quiet tongue. Garrus Vakarian proved he could be trusted as one of those few and he could also get David home before he'd had too much to drink. He was as good a friend as he was a fighter. Tonight was no different except that Sonya joined her friend and her husband at the bar. Garrus knew only what David had told him about the nightmares. It was enough, and the signs of it were showing under her eyes and the pallor of her cheeks. Meds didn't quite working as the dreams became more vivid and more frequent. Getting plastered had helped for a while, but that had only lasted a shore time as well. This was more of get together for the hell of it than to try and drink themselves into a stupor.

"Any luck with the Council?"

Garrus broke the silence at the table after it began to bother him, which was at least a good hour or so.

"No." David answered. His voice was heavy with tired defeat, but they all knew giving up wasn't an option.

Sonya glanced casually over to the dance floor where more than a few young people were enjoying themselves and letting their worries shake out onto the floor. David knew she wished she could be so care free. Though he felt horribly deceptive, he'd read some of the pages in her personal diary searching for clues that might help him help her. It only revealed more heartache to him. He could see the wistfulness in her eyes, longing to be able let go like many of the other patrons that night. But there was something more, deeper. He knew what that was too for they shared that pain.

The attendant floated over to there table to refill their orders. Each had their poison, but Sonya was still nursing a single glass of wine and declined a refill. The asari, a lovely aqua colored woman scantly clad in a delicate, satiny uniform, simply nodded with a smile and gave Garrus a flirty wink as she left the table. David chuckled to himself when the turian's mandibles fluttered slightly.

"Go on." He encouraged. "We'll be fine. You'll probably get more conversation out of her than us anyway." He smiled.

"I'm not here for conversation." Garrus told him flatly.

"I'm sure she'll serve you whatever you are looking for." David chuckled.

"Just go. I know how you like asari!" Sonya teased.

Garrus gave her a surprised look then grinned slightly. "Alright, if it puts you in such good humor, why the hell not. I'll at least get a laugh out of ya when I miserably fail."

Garrus left the table with a jaunty strut, purposefully looking foolish, at least until he thought they were watching. David smiled to himself as Garrus took one for the team to ease some of the tension this one time. Then he glanced back over to Sonya's half empty glass.

"Is something bothering you? Besides the usual..." He gestured to her wine. "You've hardly touched it."

Sonya hesitated then glanced up at his dark eyes, her own trying so hard to be strong. "David, I..." She dropped her gaze a moment then met his earnest warmth once more. "I wanted to wait, to just... I don't know. Until the Reaper threat is removed, no news is good news and there's not right time to tell anyone anything."

David's face paled slightly as his lips parted with dismay, disbelief and shock... then the grief of the passed and feared grief of the future set in as she didn't say the words he knew were between the lines.

"How long?" He asked.

"Long enough. Too late for one, to early or anything else." She paused and glanced away again. Her eyes lingered on Garrus making a fool of himself for her benefit at the bar. The asari was humoring him at least, if not honestly enjoying herself.

"David," She said. Her eyes settled on his chin. "It's a boy."

Unexpectedly she smiled. It was tired and weak, but genuine. There was some happiness behind it. He couldn't help but smile back at her. He cupped on of her cheeks in time to catch a single tear. In her eyes he could see her fear, their fear, and hope.

"I wasn't going to tell you. You will only worry, but..."

The questions were fighting within her. It wasn't a hard thing for him to see them at war in the darkness of her eyes. He kissed her nose.

"It will be alright." He told her. He wasn't sure he believed it, but he made damn sure to make it sound like he did. He was almost sure it had worked when the alarms sounded defining everyone in the drinkery from there revelry. His eye didn't leave hers as he watched her pupils shrink to pin heads.