"What are you doing?"

"I'm protecting it."

It was silly. No doubt about it. He had come home to find his wife lying in bed, clutching to a pillow like it was a rope and she was sinking in quicksands. But if they had written their own vows he would have said "I will love you and all you little quirks forever." So he lied down next to her and wraps his arms around her and the pillow.

"And what are you protecting it against?"

"Everything."

"Even me?"

"No. Not you. Everything else."

"You know I'm not going to let anything hurt it."

"I know. But you weren't here and it's so tiny and vulnerable that I needed to do something."

"And the pillow is helping it how?"

She turned around and faced him, still clutching the pillow.

"It keeps the bad away. See…it has Mickey Mouse on it. Nothing bad ever happens to Mickey."

"So a rat is protecting our baby?"

"No, silly, Mickey is protecting it. And me. And you."

He pulled the pillow away from her and placed a gentle kiss on her belly.

"I love you. Both of you."

"Would you still love us if there were five of us?"

"Is there anything you're trying to tell me?" he asks her, his usual smirk in place.

"No. But I've been having these dreams lately were I end up having four kids and you leave us."

"I would never leave you again. Even if you had ten kids. And the doctor already assured is that there's only one it."

"But what if he was wrong?"

"If he was wrong then that's it. We'll raise our four kids together and use birth-control from now on."

She laughed and hit him in the head with the pillow. "You can't be serious for a minute, can you?"

"Well, it's a ridiculous conversation."

"Get used to it, mister. You have five more months of me and my crazy mood swings and cravings in the middle of the night."

He smiled at her…One of his rare, precious smiles that she knows are kept just for her and he didn't tell her the truth about what he's thinking, about the fact that she always has crazy mood swings and cravings in the middle of the night and that he wouldn't have it any other way.

"I'll survive."

"You better because I'm not going to be the one that runs to the store at 1.30 to get cookie-dough."

"As long as you do the giving-birth part I'll do all the store runs that you need me too."

"I'm going to hold you to that."

"I'm ok with it. In any case you can't be worse than your mother. Luke went insane looking for watermelons in the middle of December. And I, opposed to him, have this wonderful thing called a supermarket that's open 24 hours only 5 minutes away."

"We're really doing this, aren't we?"

"There's no turning back now."

"And we're going to make it?"

"Of course we will. We have your mom, Luke and the rest of that insane asylum you call home ready to help us." He replied with a reassuring smile and kissed her on the forehead.

"Jess…"

"Huh?"

"I want some ice-cream…"