Hey everyone! So I've been fiddling around with potential storylines and what not; for Star Trek and other fandoms. But I've come to LOVE the storyline between Pike and Mel from Reservations for You, Me and Everyone Else; especially with how I ended the story. Coming back for a sequel, I had so many ideas running through my head that I didn't know where to start. But I figured, why not start with their life in NYC before their wedding and the birth of their first child? Hopefully this story will be a big hit like the first! Enjoy!

"Christopher! Could you come in here please?"

Chris set the book down on the couch and sighed, hauling himself up from his relaxed pose. Slowly, he dragged himself down the hall and into the joint office he and Melanie shared.

"Yes?" he huffed, as Melanie sat at her desk. "I was in the middle of a really good scene."

Melanie looked up at him and rolled her eyes, "Excuse me!" she mocked. "I just figured that maybe you could give me your opinion about these two colors before I send this email out to Nyota, Gaila and my brother."

Chris snickered, "Len's wearing a dress?" he asked. "I figured that Jim would be the one to wear the dress?"

She glared at him, "Okay, okay," he held up his hands, moving into the room. "I'll look at them."

Leaning over the chair, Chris squinted at the two options on the screen before him. "Hmmm," he pondered, his eyes moving from the silky purple gown and the hunter green chiffon number. "Green."

Melanie sighed, "Are you sure?" she asked, looking between the two dresses. "You don't think the purple would look nice on them?"

Chris placed his hands on her shoulders, "Honey, the green one is lovely," he said, giving them a squeeze. "Besides, that purple looks like something out of a dance club. Our wedding is not going to be at a dance club if I can recall."

"Okay, green it is," she copied the link, pasting it into the email. "That should do it!" she said, clicking the send button.

"Bridesmaids dresses are done, catering is done," he said, as she shut the laptop down. "How about we take a break and relax? You've been working non-stop on this, since the crack of dawn and it's your day off."

Melanie sat back in her chair, "I know," she sighed. "But November will be here before you know it and I just want to make sure everything will be perfect before that."

Chris smiled, "Hon, everything will be fine," he promised. "Now come on. Up out of the chair and lets go lay down for a while."

"You mean, "lets got have sex before I need to work" relax," she corrected him, as Chris pulled her up from the chair. "I know you need to be at work before three."

He shrugged, "It's never stopped us before," he said, as she wrapped her arm around his neck. "We both know that by the time I get home later, you'll be face down in a book or snoring away into your pillow."

Melanie gasped, "I don't snore!" she exclaimed, hitting his shoulder lightly. "That's you!"

"I wont deny it," he shrugged. "We have at least four hours and I want to lay down before I'm slaving away in a hot kitchen for eight hours."

"Fineeeee," she exaggerated. "I'll let you have your way with me. But you better bring home those rosemary and sea salt breadsticks."

Chris lifted her up and carried her out of the office, "I'll try my best," he promised, as he stepped into the bedroom. "Now, shall we?"

….

Shortly after Christopher left for work, Melanie took a short walk down to the park. It was late January and the bitter cold was unbearable. Almost a year after moving to Manhattan, Melanie could tell the difference between kind of winters the North East experience; the temperature alone had dropped a few degrees below zero since New Years.

"Ugh, it's so fucking col here," Melanie whined, as she moved into a shop. "I don't know how people deal with this all winter long."

Leonard chuckled, "You've lived in Seattle," he said. "Suck it up, Mel. It ain't that bad."

Melanie shifted the cellphone from one ear to the other, "Pipe down or I'll smack the shit out of you when you guys come out to visit."

"If it's so damn cold outside, why did you leave the apartment?" he asked. "The smart thing to do would be to stay inside."

"Because we need cat food and I'm in desperate need for chocolate," she said, grabbing a basket from the rack. "Chris forgot both necessities yesterday, therefore I have to go out into the bitter cold to get them."

"Daddddyyy! Jim wants to know where the frying pan is!" Joanna shouted.

Leonard cursed to himself, "Tell him it's in the cabinet next to the sink," he yelled out, before turning his attention back to the phone. "Sorry. Jim's is making lunch for Jo and I've been kicked out of the kitchen for the time being."

Melanie snorted, "Ain't that a shame?" she sighed. "Did you get my email? With the dress?"

"I did," he confirmed. "Don't you think a strapless dress is a little too… old for Jo? She's only seven."

"Oh my god, Len," she groaned. "Did you really think I was going to put my niece in a strapless gown?"

Leonard huffed, "Well, I don't know!" he snapped. "You've changed your mind about the damn thing for the last three months!"

"That's not the dress that Joanna will wear," Melanie said, putting a few cans of cat food into the basket. "That's the color I picked out- well, Chris actually picked it out," she corrected herself. "But I figured you'd find something that's more suitable for a seven year old, since everything I picked out isn't good enough."

Leonard grumbled, "I'll look at a few later tonight," he promised. "I'll even have Jim look with me, since I have no taste in fashion or what my daughter should be wearing."

Melanie giggled, "I heard about your shopping trip," she said. "Joanna said that Jim practically re-did your entire wardrobe."

"Little fucker is going to get his ass kicked," he swore. "Tried to make me by a pair of goddamn leather pants! Leather!"

"Very sexy!" she giggled, as he cursed. "Oh stop! Jim was only trying to help! Cut him some slack, brother dearest! He's trying to adjust to being your boyfriend and making sure this relationship lasts for more than four months."

"BONESSS! DO YOU WANT ANYTHING TO EAT?" Jim yelled. "DECIDE NOW BEFORE I TURN THE STOVE OFF!"

Melanie snorted, "I'll let you go," she said, grabbing a bag of treats for good measure. "I'm gonna finish up here and burry myself in bed, until my lovely fiancé brings his ass home to cuddle."

Leonard sighed, "I'll let you know about the dress," he said, as Jim shouted again. "DAMMIT JIM! I'LL BE THERE IN A SECOND!"

"God, the love you two have will rival Romeo and Juliet's," she sighed, dramatically. "Love you, darlingggg."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled. "Love you, too."

…

Chris unlocked the front door to the apartment and eased his way inside, closing the door quietly behind him. Setting the keys down on the hall table, he removed his coat and winter garb; hanging everything in the closet, before locking the front door. Toeing off his shoes, Chris made his way through the living room and down the hall to the bedroom.

"Mel?" he whispered, pushing the door open. He found her sitting up in bed with a cup of tea in one hand and her IPad on her lap. "You're still awake?"

Melanie looked up at him, "Too cold to sleep," she pouted, before taking a sip from her mug. "Do you want me to make you some tea? Or something to eat?" she asked.

Chris grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the dresser, along with a shirt and nodded. "I'm gonna take a quick shower," he said, moving into their bathroom.

Ten minutes and a hot shower later, Chris was sitting next to her in bed, drinking a hot cup of tea and sharing a plate of cookies. "What are you doing?" he asked, as she fiddled with the tablet.

"Len sent a few dresses that he likes for Jo," she muttered, looking at the options her brother had emailed hours previously. "I can totally tell which ones were picked by him and which were picked by Jim."

Chris snorted, "Do you like any of them?" he asked, taking a cookie off the plate.

"I like this one," she said, holding up the tablet for him to see. "Not too crazy about the giant bow."

"That one's cute," he shrugged. "I'm sure you'll both come to an agreement on a dress that Joanna will like."

Melanie set the tablet down, "I know," she sighed. "I just wish it was easier and that my brother wasn't so damn picky! Last time I checked, I was the bride!"

Chris snorted, "If he and Jim stay together, Len might be a bride one day too," he joked, making her giggle. "How about we put that away and go to sleep? It's been a long day and I for one, could use a cuddle."

Nodding, they both got ready for bed, setting their cups and the plate onto the nightstand, along with the tablet going into the drawer. Callie and Claude curled up at the edge of the bed; their bodies nestled together as their human companions shifted closer to one another.

"Do you need to set the alarm for tomorrow?" Chris asked, as Melanie pulled the blankets up.

She shook her head, "Nope," she yawned. "Working from home tomorrow."

Chris kissed her forehead, "Good," he said, shifting on his side. "Love you."

"Love you, too," she mumbled, curling up tightly against his side.