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Agent Peter Burke slipped into his house in the dark of the night. Wincing when the door shut, he hoped that he hadn't woken the house's sleeping inhabitants.

Hearing no response to his arrival, he moved on. Dropping his bag and keys on the hall table, he ignored the lower floor, heading up the stairs as he loosened his tie.

Walking past the bedroom he shared with his wife, he eased into the room next door where the door was already slightly open.

Making sure to be quiet, he softly moved forward. There, sleeping under the soft blanket 'Uncle Neal' had given to her at birth, lay his daughter.

Natasha Elizabeth Burke was every inch her mother – apart from what El swore was his mouth – and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Brushing a finger over the gently rising stomach, he leaned into the cot and pressed a kiss to Tash's forehead. The baby's skin crinkled and he held his breath before she settled again.

Hands on the cot rails, eyes on his little miracle, he startled when two arms wrapped around his chest. Covering the arms crossed over his stomach, he smiled. 'Hey.'

Turning in her embrace, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his wife's lips. Parting he raised an eyebrow as she looked up at him. 'I forgive you.'

'Whatever for?' he asked, his mind trying to process his actions these past twenty four hours that might have brought him into disrepute.

'For whatever it is that you did wrong,' she replied with a smirk as his hands ran up and down her bathrobe clad arms.

'Tease,' he said softly, tugging her closer to him. Bracketing her sleepy face, he brushed his lips over hers. 'You're just lucky I love you.'

'Mm, I know,' said Elizabeth as she momentarily rested against her husband's chest, warm and safe. 'We both are.'

'Sorry if I woke you,' he said softly, brushing stray hairs from his wife's face as she shook her head. 'I was already awake.'

With Peter's arms wrapped around Elizabeth, holding her close, both parents looked down at the baby for a silent moment.

'Come to bed,' interrupted El softly, twining her fingers through his and tugging. With one last look at his sleeping baby girl, Peter allowed himself to be pulled from the room.

Caffrey had it right. He was one lucky bastard.

Author's Note: I love the relationship that Peter and Elizabeth Burke have, and thought of this family moment.