Michael is keeping his hands out of Alex's pants. For that alone, he thinks he should get a medal, because he's behaving. He kisses Alex again, slow and deep, right up until he barks out a laugh. "Knocking you up, huh," he drawls. "Something you haven't told me, Alex?" he asks, moving his palm to spread out on Alex's stomach.

"You got an alien bun in your oven?"