A/N: The first two or so chapters will be light and fluffy before the action starts again. I decided to incoporate the fluff into one story rather than a couple of oneshots. The first chapter is for Confused, who wanted to see more of Maggie with Alex and Bobby with Tom, for proof that those moments do exist. For those of you who want to see how Bobby explains the coming baby to Maggie, that one will be coming, too. This one was begging to get started...and yes...we will finally get to meet baby Logan in this one :-)


The park was full of active people, taking advantage of the break in the August heat. After a week and a half of blistering near-hundred degree days, the breezy afternoon barely breaking eighty-four was welcome relief. Seven months pregnant, Carolyn was uncomfortable, but the cooler weather made things more tolerable for her. "Whose idea was it that I should be pregnant through the summer?" she asked.

"Uh, mine?" Mike replied hesitantly.

She laughed. "You're learning, cowboy. But I suppose I can't blame you for everything, can I?"

"Does it make you feel better?"

"Actually, I feel kind of guilty. It really isn't all your fault. Only half."

"I can accept that." He held out a hand. "Want to take a walk?"

She slipped her hand into his as he motioned to Bobby, who nodded from where he was sitting on the grass. Two small arms wrapped around his neck. "Where are Uncle Mike and Aunt Carolyn goin', Daddy?" Maggie asked.

"For a walk. They'll be back soon."

"Is Aunt Carolyn gonna have her baby?"

"Not today."

"Why not?"

"It's not time yet."

"When will it be time?"

"Two more months, mouse. A couple of weeks after you start school."

"I al'ays gotta wait. That's not fair."

He laughed softly and flipped her over his shoulder to land in his arms, where he hugged her. "That's life, baby. Get used to it."

She giggled and hugged his neck. "I don' gotta like it, do I?"

"No more than I do."

She kissed his cheek and scampered off to tackle her mother. Bobby leaned back on his elbows and watched his little girl run into Alex and send her tumbling onto the grass, laughing. He let his eyes wander over his wife's body, coming to rest on her midsection and the small bulge that was beginning to make itself known at her waist. Another baby...he smiled...

"Dada!"

A little body tumbled over his head from a dead run, landing square in his midsection. With a soft 'oof', he turned onto his side before little legs nailed an even more sensitive part of his body. It wouldn't have been the first time. Tommy giggled. "Dada! Ducks!"

"You want to go see the ducks?"

"'Es, pees!"

"All right, tiger. Let's go see the ducks."

"Maga! Ducks!" he yelled to his sister.

"No, thanks, Tommy. I'm gonna stay here with Mommy."

"'Kay." He tucked his little hand up into his father's much larger one and pulled. "'Mon, Dada! Ducks!"

Bobby shrugged at his wife. "We're going to see the ducks."

"Have fun."

Maggie settled down in the grass beside her mother and snuggled into her side. She placed her hand over the gentle swell of Alex's abdomen. "Can I feel the baby move?"

"Not yet, but soon."

Maggie pouted. "I gotta wait some more? I get tired of waitin', Mommy."

"Just like Daddy—always on the go, always wanting things to happen."

"Is that wrong?"

"Of course not. But you have to learn patience, too, baby."

"How do I learn it?"

"By practice."

"So I gotta practice waitin' to get good at it?"

"Just like with anything."

Her brow furrowed in concentration. "What if I don' wanna be good at it?"

Alex laughed and hugged her daughter. "You are always going to have to wait for something or other, Maggie."

"Well, that sucks," she grumbled.

Alex raised her eyebrows. "That what?"

Maggie studied her for a moment. "Was that a Uncle Mike word?"

"Is he the one you hear say it?"

"Yes."

"Then, yes. It's an Uncle Mike word, and I will have a talk with him about it later."

"Did I jus' get him in trouble?"

"No, angel. He does that all by himself, and he's very good at it."

"'Cause he practices?"

Alex laughed. "Yes, Maggie. He gets lots of practice."

Not far away, Tommy decided he didn't want to watch the ducks. He wanted to play with them. So he followed them around the grass for awhile while they scurried away from him. Bobby followed along, careful to limit his movements so he wouldn't startle them into the water. Tom made little quacking sounds as he followed the small flock along the shoreline of the lake. "Wack...wack...wack..." he giggled, and the ducks quacked back at him.

He was entirely content to follow them, quacking and trying to waddle like they did, pretending he was a duck, until a large Labrador came charging into the middle of the flock, barking. "No, doggie!" Tom yelled. "My ducks!"

The dog turned toward him and licked his face. With another giggle, Tommy turned and ran. Obligingly, the dog followed until his owner called him back. He woofed once at the baby, who woofed back. Then he stood on the lakeshore and looked around for his ducks again. Spotting them in the middle of the lake, he pointed. "Ducks, Dada!"

"I see them, Tom."

"Ducks, 'wimmin'."

"Yes, they are."

"Me, too!"

"No, Tom. This is a little deeper than the wading pool at Grandpa's."

"Wanna 'wim wif my ducks."

"Not until you're a little older, tiger."

Tommy jutted his jaw out stubbornly, just like his sister did when she was being obstinate. "My ducks."

Bobby sighed. "We can wait for them to come back."

"No wanna wait. Wanna 'wim."

"No swimming, little man."

He sat down and pouted, and Bobby sat down opposite him, leaning down to look into his face. He frowned at his son. The little boy struggled not to laugh, but he lost the battle and jumped up into Bobby's arms. "Yubu, Dada."

"I love you, too, Tom."

"Wanna pay tag wif Maga."

"Okay. Let's go back and you can play tag."

Once back where Maggie and Alex sat in the grass, he dropped down beside his wife as the kids started chasing each other and yelling, "You're it!" and "No, Maga, you it."

He leaned down and gently kissed her stomach; she weaved her fingers through his hair. Stretching out beside her, leaning on one elbow, he kissed her. "He wants to swim with the ducks."

She nodded. "Maggie thinks waiting sucks."

He frowned. "Mike?"

"You want to talk to him?"

He rolled onto his back in the grass. "Nah. You can. It'll mean more coming from you."

"Here they come now."

When Mike and Carolyn walked up to them, Bobby reached up to help her down onto the grass beside him. Mike dropped easily onto the grass nearby and Alex reached over and smacked the back of his head. "Ow! What'd I do now?"

"My daughter just informed me that waiting sucks."

"Did she? And you assume she got that from me and not from him, why?"

"Because she told me she got it from you."

"Oh. In that case, sorry."

"Just watch what you say, will you?"

Carolyn leaned toward him, bracing herself on Bobby's knee. "What do you think is going to happen when our kid starts to use 'Daddy words?'"

"You're gonna smack Bobby?"

"Think again."

"Why do I always get in trouble?"

Bobby grinned. "Because you're so good at it."

Maggie came in on the end of the conversation and wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. "Mommy says you practice lots. That's why you're so good at getting' in trouble."

"She did, did she?" He gave her mother a sarcastic grin. "Thanks, Alex."

"Deny it."

"I would if I could."

Carolyn caught Tommy when he jumped into her arms. "But he can't because it's true."

"Unna My?"

"What is it, slugger?"

"Wanna twinnie!"