A/N: I really do have a problem with writing something, intending for it to be one shot, then it ending up being too long for a one shot. I need help.

Any who, this most likely OOC, but if we really cared about OOCness fan fiction wouldn't exist. Also after that Nobel speech, I feel that Sheldon has grown a lot as a person, SO, that's gonna be my excuse.

Also, before we start, there is a story with a similar concept to mine written by Guest92 called The Progeny Endeavor. I highly recommend you go give that a read :)

It wasn't long after they returned home from Sweden that they decided to try and start a family. Both of them wanted children, and the timing could not have been better.

Sheldon and Amy both knew it would take time, it wasn't like all they had to snap their fingers and BOOM! She would be pregnant. So, for the first few months, they didn't mind when the tests came back negative. They were too busy coming down from the hype of them winning the Nobel to care.

But before they knew it seven months had passed, and still, the tests were coming back negative. The day that Penny had her baby had been masked with sadness for them. They had desperately been trying for something that it took Leonard and Penny one time to accomplish. On accident.

Sheldon remembers seeing the look on his wife's face as she stroked the soft blonde tendrils atop the newborn's head. How the mask of happiness was simply a façade, she was putting on for Penny's sake. He knew that she wanted a baby more than anything, he just didn't understand why it couldn't happen for them.

As much as he hated to admit they needed help, he didn't want it to go on much longer. For his or Amy's sake. He knew they needed to consult someone, at least to let them know if anything was wrong. However, for once, Amy was being the stubborn one.

It took two more negative pregnancy tests to get her to a fertility clinic. While he had been ready to go months before they actually stepped into the office, he knew it was something that they needed to do.

The first appointment had just been lab work, drawing blood, physical examinations, looking over family history, etc. The doctor told them that results would take time, and it wasn't as if they weren't used to waiting at that point. Sheldon was willing to wait weeks to hear anything if it gave them something substantial.

And it did.

A week later, their doctor called them back to her office to deliver them with the results.

"Thank you both for coming in on such short notice," Dr. Barrett said, shaking both of their hands before sitting behind her desk. "I've had the opportunity to look over both of your test results and fortunately," She said, looking at Sheldon. "You, Dr. Cooper, you are clear, there was nothing abnormal on any of your tests, so, from your end, you are fine." Dr. Barrett, sighed folding her hands in front of her and looked to Amy.

Sheldon also looked over at her and saw the tears brimming in her eyes. It was like she already knew. "What about Amy?" Sheldon asked nervously, his eyes never leaving his wife.

"Dr. Fowler, you have what is known as endometriosis. The condition where the endometrium grows on the outside of the uterus, causing scar tissue to form," Dr. Barrett explained. Looking at both of them with sympathy, she continued, "Endometriosis can make it increasingly difficult to get pregnant, especially in severe cases such as yours. Looking at your scans, taking into account the location and severity of your scarring, there is a good chance that it may not happen for you."

Amy cast her eyes downward, letting her tears hit the surface of her intertwined hands. She pulled back harshly when Sheldon tried to grab one.

"Now, this doesn't mean that you will never get pregnant, it just… makes it more difficult."

Sheldon couldn't take his eyes off Amy. His heart split in two as he watched her take in this new information. Each tear that rolled off her cheeks and splashed onto her hand felt like a tiny dagger to his heart.

"There are many options for couples like you, so, don't give up hope. But for right now, you need to take a break, rest a little bit, and then call me when you are ready to proceed."

Dr. Barrett observed the couple for a moment. She noted, how, even though Amy rejected his hand, she welcomed it around her shoulders. How Sheldon seemed physically pained by his wife's emotional distress.

It was not uncommon for her to witness such a reaction when she delivered this kind of news, but that did not make her feel any less sympathy for them. "Amy," she addressed, the neurobiologist raising her head to meet her eyes. "I want you to know that it is possible, but this does make it more complicated, and for that, I am truly sorry."

Amy, nodded her head and without a word, left the office.

Sheldon shot Dr. Barrett a nod of gratitude before he rushed after his wife. When Amy was determined, she walked smoothly and briskly, not caring who or what was in her way. When she knew her destination, nothing was going to stop her from getting there. And judging by the way her legs snapped with each step, she was going to be where she needed to go in no time.

Sheldon managed to catch up with her, but she was already in the parking lot, getting into their car.

When Sheldon didn't move to get into the passenger's seat, Amy rolled the window down, and said, "If you don't get in, you'll have to call an Uber."

Reluctantly, he climbed into the car, and they drove home in silence. Sheldon wanted to talk to her before she started driving. He knew she was distressed, to say the least, and he wanted to discuss what they had just learned before she operated a 3,000-pound death machine.

However, she kept her eyes firmly fixed on the road, and her knuckles were white from how tightly she was gripping the wheel. It was rush hour, so, traffic was a nightmare. Just another thing to stress her out. Sheldon knew better than to try to get her to talk in that moment. So, he simply complied with the silence and watched as the objects sped by out the window.

When they arrived home, she quietly moved to the bedroom and slammed the door shut; loud enough to shake the window in its frame.

Sheldon sighed and flopped down onto the turquoise couch. Running his hands over his face and resting his elbows on his knees, he caught a glimpse of Leonard entering the apartment.

"Hey," he greeted, a worried look on his face. "You guys ok?"

Looking up at his best friend, he regretted not telling him and Penny about the troubles they were having recently. Sheldon briefly considered letting Leonard know what was going on, but he couldn't. Not while his wife was upset in their bedroom.

"Everything is fine, Leonard, thank you."

"Then why did the door just slam so hard that it woke up my son?" Leonard asked, crossing his arms. Irritation creeping into his voice.

"Leonard," Sheldon pleaded, "please, we're ok."

About to interject again, Leonard was cut off by the sound of Amy's agitated voice ringing out from the bedroom.

"NO! Listen to me, mother! I have probably had this since I was a kid! And I begged, and begged, and begged you to take me to a doctor but you never did! I knew something was wrong, and you didn't do anything about it! And now, I can't give my husband the one thing I should be able to give him! I can't give my husband children, Mother! And maybe going to the doctor wouldn't have cured me but at least I would have known! That way I could have spared myself the pain of seeing Sheldon's devastated face as the doctor tells us we may never have children! This all could've been avoided if you just listened to me! Why couldn't you just listen to me?!"

As Amy finished, she could be heard breaking down into a puddle of sobs.

Penny walked into the apartment; her son cradled in her arms. "What is going on in here?"

Without a word, Sheldon bolted up from the couch, ignoring his two best friends calling out after him, and into the bedroom. Amy was on the floor at the foot of their bed. Her back was to the door, but her body was shaking violently with sobs. Her knees were tucked under her body and she had her head bowed toward the ground. The shorter hair cut aided in concealing her face, but as he approached her, he could see the streaks of makeup where the tears had stained her face. The phone laying in front of her, still connected with Mrs. Fowler. She wasn't on speaker, but Sheldon could hear her calling out to her daughter.

Sheldon gingerly knelt down in front of his wife, looking up as Leonard and Penny stood in the doorway.

Picking up the phone, he spoke with briefly Mrs. Fowler.

"Hi, Mrs. Fowler, it's Sheldon- Yes, I know- I won't leave her alone, I promise- Yes, we'll call you back once things settle down- talk to you later? Ok, bye."

Throwing her phone onto the vicinity of their bed, he gathered his wife into his arms. Immediately she clung to him, her arms wound tightly around his waist. Sheldon held her head to his chest while he rubbed her back consolingly. He could feel her tears soaking the front of his shirt; and on any other occasion he would have cared. But all he could focus on was getting her to calm down. Mindlessly he rocked them back and forth, not only to try and calm her down, but to also try and keep it together.

Resting his chin atop her head, he shushed her. He felt the tears gathering in his own eyes before he caught Leonard and Penny's. Despite not knowing what was going on, they too had moisture pooling in their eyes. He buried his face in Amy's hair, allowing himself to cry with his wife. To share in her grief. In sickness and in health.

As her breathing slowed, Sheldon felt her relax against his chest. She pressed her full weight into him, her hands coming off his back to play with the fabric on the front of his t-shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Sheldon," she murmured against his chest, tears continuing to spill over her cheeks.

"Don't," he whispered sharply, his grip on her tightening. "Don't you dare apologize, there's nothing you could've done."

Amy gripped the front of his t-shirt tightly, she tried to look for the right thing to say, but her words just ended up coming out a choked sob.

"Come on," Sheldon said, rising to his feet. "Let's go get you cleaned up." He stretched his hand out to her, something she gladly took. Standing on her feet proved to be a challenge, and she immediately collapsed onto the bed.

For the first time, Amy looked to Leonard and Penny, who were still in the doorway. Noticing that Penny held baby Isaac in her arms, she cast her eyes back down to her lap. How desperately she wanted that.

Penny caught onto the subtle action and handed their son to Leonard. Amy was never cold to the infant's presence. So, while she didn't know what was going on, Penny knew she had to find out what was bothering her bestie.

"Sheldon, why don't you let me help her," Penny offered, stepping toward the couple. When the man in question looked as though he was going to object, she pulled him off the side. "Sweetie, you aren't going to help her while you're like this. Why don't you go out into the living room with Leonard, and I'll take care of Amy?"

Sheldon shot a glance to his wife. Penny was right, he couldn't help her; he too was a wreck. With a sad "Ok" he followed Leonard into the living room, closing the door behind him.

Penny turned to her best friend. Even when she had broken up with Sheldon, Penny had never seen her so sad. However, having a confidant then had proved to be a lifesaver for Am; Penny decided it was time to be her figurative life saver again.

"Want to tell me what's going on?" She asked, sitting next to Amy on the edge of the bed.

Amy didn't react to her, just kept her glance cast down at her hands. Trying to get her to talk, Penny nudged her shoulder with her own. It took a few moments, but finally, Amy drew a shaky breath and answered Penny's question. "I may never have a child."

Penny's eyes widened at her confession. Before she could interject, Amy continued. "We saw the doctor again today, said it was endometriosis. That the condition has caused scar tissue that may prevent me from getting pregnant." The words flowed from her bitterly, but that didn't stop the grief that spread throughout her body.

"When did you guys decide to start trying?"

"Shortly after we got back from Sweden," Amy responded, finally meeting Penny's eyes sadly.

Reaching for her hand, Penny asked, "why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't figure this would be an issue for us. You and Bernadette got pregnant on a whim, I didn't think Sheldon and I would be much different," Amy said, rising from her spot on the bed. Her entire demeanor shifted from sad to bitter.

And Penny wanted to be offended by that, but when all the evidence presented itself, she could see why Amy felt the way she did. Both her and Bernadette got pregnant so quickly, with children they weren't sure they wanted at first. Meanwhile, it was proving to be a struggle for Amy, the one who wanted it more than any of them. And after having a child of her own, Penny was deeply saddened that her bestie couldn't make it happen for herself.

But as she reflected on Amy's behavior over the last few months, Penny could see that she made it clear the entire time. Whenever they got together for girl's night, Penny and Bernadette would bond over the agony of pregnancy while Amy sat quietly in her chair. Or when Isaac was born, the aura that Amy gave off was sad, not joyful. Beneath the smile that she bestowed upon the newborn, there was grief.

"Is that why you looked so sad when Isaac was born?" Penny asked, watching Amy's eyes widen at her question.

"You noticed that?"

"Not at first. But looking back on it, you were not happy that day."

Amy hung her head between her shoulders as her palms rested on the surface of the dresser. "It had been seven months at that point. Sheldon and I both could not figure out why it wasn't happening for us," she said, turning around to rest back against the wooden furniture. Crossing her arms, she continued, "Sheldon and I were so happy for you, Penny. Don't doubt that. But unfortunately, I think both him and I shared a little resentment that it was you instead of us. I'm sorry."

Echoing Sheldon's words from earlier, she said, "don't apologize." Moving closer to Amy, Penny wrapped her in a hug. "You shouldn't ever have to apologize for how you feel. And this is no exception."

"But- "

"No, don't. You didn't ruin the day for me, you AND Sheldon decided to hide your feelings for my sake. That was a very selfless thing to do for me, but if that was what was going through your mind that day, then I can't be mad at you."

Pulling back from their hug, Penny brushed an errant strand of hair away from Amy's face. "You and Sheldon are going to figure this out," she reassured her. "You always do."

"I don't think this something that can be figured out," Amy said, turning to reach into her pajama drawer. "The doctor said it was highly unlikely that I would ever become pregnant." Pulling out a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt of Sheldon's, she turned back to Penny.

"I used to say the same thing about Sheldon and sex, but here we are!" Penny refuted, causing Amy to smirk. "There is still a chance, Amy. You have hold onto that."

Still, though, Amy had her doubts, she knew the statistics for people with her condition. Yet, countless women, with the same diagnosis, have defied the odds and had multiple children.

"Amy, listen to me," Penny begged, grasping her attention once more. "You and Sheldon are not alone in this. You have a group of friends that love and care for you; who would bend over backward to make sure you are happy. Please don't feel like you guys have to do this alone."

Amy smiled, sadly. "Thank you, Penny, but I really think this is something that Sheldon and I need to figure out on our own," she said.

"Is it because you think we don't understand?" Penny asked. Her best friend didn't answer, just cast her eyes downwards and turned to face the wall. "Amy, you don't need us to understand, you just need us to listen. You've been suffering from this for nine months, and you haven't had a soul to talk to."

"Sheldon's here," Amy protested quietly.

"He's too close to this, sweetie," Penny shot back, moving to her side so she could look at Amy's face. "You need someone who's not on the inside to confide in. Sure, Bernadette and I may not understand what you're going through, but we can still listen with sympathy."

Amy scoffed, "I don't need sympathy."

"What do you need then?"

"I don't know," Amy snapped, her voice raising. "I am still trying to process the fact that my body can't perform the one task it is meant to do."

"Ok," Penny said with a nod. "If you need time to process, we will give you time to process. But we are not going to let you isolate yourself, that won't help anything."

Amy looked at Penny for a moment. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Penny got in and she didn't, but Amy knew that grief was selfish. It was going to make her believe things that weren't true. She shouldn't resent Penny because of Isaac's existents, but somehow, she did. And Penny could see that, but she was still there for her. She wasn't yelling, or shooting expletives at her. While Penny did not have the first-hand experience, she was still trying to be understanding and helpful. Words were empty, Amy knew that not a single word could escape her mouth to display how much gratitude she was feeling. To show Penny just how thankful she was to have such a supportive friend.

Although they had already hugged once, Amy knew it was the only way to show haw grateful she was for Penny's support. Silently, Amy wrapped her into another hug. Penny happily obliged her.

"I'm so sorry, Amy," Penny whispered, barely audible.

If the room hadn't been silent, Amy wouldn't have heard it, but she did. Sliding her eyes closed, a couple tears escaped from them, landing on Penny's shoulder.

Pulling away from her, Penny took note of how disheveled Amy looked. Her hair a fright, mascara stains on both cheeks, clothes a wrinkly mess. But she knew it was wholly justified. "My god, you look like a mess," she teased with a wet chuckle, her hands trying to fix the messy mane atop Amy's head.

The neurobiologist laughed. "Thanks a lot," she replied dryly.

"Come on, let me help you clean up," Penny said, taking her hand and leading her back to the bed so she could go grab a washcloth from the bathroom.

While Penny helped Amy, the boys in the living room were having a very similar conversation to the girls.

"Buddy, you and Amy are going to figure this out. I've said it before, but you two are individually the smartest people I know, together you can do anything."

"Leonard, this is not a matter of 'figuring it out,'" Sheldon responded, holding his head in his hands. "If it was as simple as that, do you think we would have gone to see that doctor?"

Sighing and looking down at his son, Leonard formulated his next words. "No, Sheldon, I don't think you would have needed to go see that doctor. But you and Amy have defied the odds on many occasions."

He continued. "Look at your Nobel prize." Sheldon's eyes drifted over to the pair of gold medals that sat so proudly on display. "When that Russian paper came to light, you didn't let that stop you. In fact, you came with an even bigger theory than the one you were originally proposing. Or when Pemberton and Campbell tried to rob you of the Nobel, did you just sit back and watch them take it? No! You fought back. You overcame. And look, there the medals sit, proof that you and Amy are the dream team."

Snapping his head up, Sheldon nearly began shouting, however, when he saw the infant sleeping in Leonard's arms he held back. Reaching out to stroke the baby's head, Sheldon felt himself getting emotional again. "This is not a matter of fighting back against something. This is us versus biology, no matter what we do, science will always have the upper hand."

He pulled his hand back from the baby in Leonard's arms. His face looked resigned. "Maybe it's better this way, I wouldn't have made a very good father anyway."

Leonard's mouth hung open at Sheldon's confession. He was never one to admit to being bad at something; for him to concede that he would make a terrible father seemed to hit Leonard harder than he thought. "You can't mean that," Leonard said, softly. His free hand reaching to pat his best friend on the back.

"I have held Isaac for a grand total of 10 minutes. Why did I ever think I could have a child of my own when I can't even hold yours?"

Looking down at his son and then back up at Sheldon, Leonard felt the need to prove him wrong. Even though he'd only held him once, Sheldon made it seem effortless. His arm that cradled the baby's head provided the perfect elevation while still supporting his neck. He had let the small child wrap his tiny hand around his long, slender fingers, squeezing them as tightly as he needed to.

"Take him," Leonard said suddenly, extending his arm out for Sheldon to take Isaac.

"Leonard, - what?"

The infant whimpered in protest as Leonard placed him into Sheldon's arms; however, he relaxed instantly against the physicist's chest. Looking up at him with wide blue eyes. Isaac seemed so content there in the crook of his arm.

At two months old, the baby was still small, but he was starting to move on from the newborn stage. Sheldon could see both Penny and Leonard in him. Over the past nine months, Sheldon had often thought of what his and Amy's child would look like. If it was a boy, would it look like him? Or a girl, would it look like her? Would the child have his unusually pointed ears? Or Amy's, aesthetically pleasing rounded ones. Would their personality be the perfect combination of them both? Or would they be more like one than the other?

"We may never know." He had meant to say it in his head, however, without realizing it, he had voiced his thoughts aloud.

"What?"

Looking up at Leonard, Sheldon realized he had said his statement out loud. "Just that, I've thought a lot about what our kid would look like. Turns out we may never know," he said, his voice drifting off sadly.

Leonard leaned back into his seat on the couch. He tried to imagine what it would be like to live in Sheldon and Amy's situation. True, he would never be able to understand it entirely, but he could imagine their pain. He would assume it would be the equivalent of if someone took Isaac from him. The very thought made his stomach twist inside of him.

"Listen to me, Sheldon," Leonard demanded, his voice authoritative yet gentle at the same time. "You will make a wonderful father someday; I know you will. And I know this because you don't quit when things get rough, at least where Amy is concerned. Did the doctor say it would never happen? No. She just said it makes it more difficult for you guys…"

"She also said there is a possibility it may never happen," Sheldon interrupted, his gaze going back to the now sleeping child in his arm.

"A possibility, Sheldon! That means you still have a chance. Look I know its uncharted territory for you, and you hate facing the unknown, but if you're not going to do this for yourself, do it for Amy. You owe it to her not to give up; to be the strong one."

Amy.

Even if it had only been for less than an hour, Sheldon felt ashamed to admit that he almost gave up on this. That would be the same as of giving up on her; something he had tried to do before and failed. Leonard was right, he owns this to her. He owns it to her to be the strong one because there will be times when she is weak or will feel like giving up. There will be more negative pregnancy tests, and he owns it to her to try and try again until one comes back positive.

"Hey, how's it going' out here?" Penny's voice cut through his thoughts, he looked up and saw her emerging from the bedroom.

"Fine," Leonard replied, looking up briefly at his wife. "How's Amy?"

"She's ok now. I had to talk her down from the ledge, but she'll be ok."

Sheldon sat quietly on the couch, listening to his best friends converse. While he was allowed to grieve, he could not ignore the toll this must be taking on his wife. But once again, he owes it to her to be the strong one. One of them had to be.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement, turning his head to see Amy appearing from the bedroom. She looked positively exhausted. Even more proof that he had to man up.

While she wasn't one to wear pants, she had taken to wearing her only pair of sweats. They hung off her body, and the legs dragged on the floor, yet, Sheldon knew Amy found that comforting. Her shirt, the same gray one he had worn the day he met her. It was long enough to be a dress. Still, Sheldon knew the oversized clothes brought her comfort.

Leonard plucked Isaac from Sheldon's arms as the physicist stood to meet his wife. They stared at each other for a moment before Sheldon turned to the Leonard and Penny. "Can you give us some space?" he asked kindly, not a trace of anger in voice.

"Oh, of course," Leonard replied, cocking his head toward their own apartment, signaling Penny that they have done their part.

Waiting until the door clicked shut behind them, Sheldon waited for them to leave before pulling Amy into his embrace. He cocooned his arms around hers, similar to the way she had after he invited her to Mars with him. He rested his chin atop her head and allowed himself to breathe in her shampoo. Her fingers were running up and down his spine in the sweetest most gentle way possible. Unlike earlier in their bedroom, her body was not shaken with sobs, in fact, her demeanor seemed calmer; more relaxed. He could still feel the tension in her, however. That was the one barrier he knew only he could overcome. He had to quell her fear.

"You know we're going to figure this out, right?" he asked gently.

She nodded against his chest. "Yeah, it's just hard right now."

Sheldon rubbed her back, soothingly. "I know," he whispered, consolingly. "But Dr. Barrett said there's still a chance, and if it doesn't happen naturally, she said we have options. This is just a roadblock, Amy."

He felt her smile against him, her hold on him tightening before releasing him and looking up into his eyes. "I'm sorry I've made this more difficult for us."

"You didn't," Sheldon chuckled, his hand running through the soft hair at the base of her neck, then coming up to rest on her cheek. His thumb stroked the soft skin there. "This is just the hand we've been dealt, and we, unfortunately, have to face it head-on. But we have overcome a lot of hardship before this, it's just another one of those things we have to do."

Amy turned her glance downward, her eyes boring into the green lantern emblem on his chest.

"And, hey," Sheldon continued, hooking his finger under her chin to lift her gaze to his. "I'm ok if we don't have a baby. It would just be the proverbial cherry on top; you're the whole sundae."

"But you love the cherry," Amy retorted, playfully.

Sheldon's face went serious. "Yeah, but I love you more."

Amy gaped at Sheldon's declaration, the same way she always did when he told her of his love. Even after more than two years of marriage, his unwavering love still shocked her.

Pulling his head down to hers, she brought it down just far enough so they could lay their foreheads together. From the angle at which his head was bent, he could perfectly bore his eyes into hers. Whenever they locked eyes like that, the connection between them soared to another level. They channeled emotions through their eyes that couldn't put into words. The depth of their love for one another could only be truly understood that way; it was stripped down bare for them. A vision only they could see.

Sheldon's hands had migrated down to her hips, where his grip was firm but gentle. Meanwhile, her fingers were busy playing with the short hair at the back of his neck. Their eyes never left each other.

Tilting his head forward, Sheldon pressed a gentle kiss upon Amy's lips. It was delicate and short, but it told her all she needed to know. "We're going to get through this; we'll be fine."

After he pried his lips away from hers, he tenderly squeezed her hip bones, his head falling off hers and onto her clavicle. "We got this, Amy. We're the dream team," he whispered, his thumbs tracing circles on her hips.

For the second time that night, she chuckled. How Sheldon could make her laugh, even in such a difficult situation, she will never know. But somehow he did. "I love you so, much," she responded, he fingers still playing at the nape of his neck.

"As do I, my dear, as do I," he said, laying yet another kiss upon her, this time landing on her shoulder.

"Hey," she called, bringing his attention back to her face. "What we turn in for the night? I just want to hold you."

Apparently being married meant that Sheldon and Amy's thoughts were also the same. There was nothing he wanted more than to hold his wife close while they mutually comforted one another. "They do say that brilliant minds think alike."

"So, is that a yes?" She asked, extending her hand out to him.

Happily taking it, he followed his wife into their shared room. "I must say, Amy, you look rather dashing in that old shirt of mine," he observed as he shut the door behind them.

"Oh, then perhaps, you should give me more of them so that I can wear them all the time."

"Maybe I will," he said teasingly, as he changed into his pajamas. Once he did, he climbed into bed to meet his wife, who was already there waiting for him.

Draping an arm over her waist, he pulled her closer so that they were chest to chest. They often woke up in the very same position, even though they fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed. Being seasoned professionals, they knew that if both of them had an arm around the other's waist, that meant that they hold their free hand's together. Placing his palm against hers, he marveled at how tiny her hand was compared to his.

However, the size of her hands was not the only thing on his mind. The conversation with Leonard and Dr. Barrett were still running rampantly through his mind. Even though he had already told her they were ok, a part of him couldn't believe his own words. Because he didn't know what the feature was going to hold for them. It could be harrowing, and it scared him. But he also vowed to himself to be the strong one. For Amy.

Amy could tell that his incredible mind was troubled. His eyebrowed creased together, almost putting Leonard's to shame. His lips pursed so tightly that they almost disappeared. Of course, she knew what the problem was, it couldn't be anything else.

"It's ok, my love," she said, tearing through his rampage of thoughts.

"What?"

"We'll have plenty of time to talk later. Right now, I just want you to relax with me. Let go for tonight. Because like you said 'it will be ok.'"

Pressing his head into the pillow, he sighed with contentment. "Rest now, talk later," Amy whispered, her eyes starting to feel weighed down with exhaustion.

Sheldon watched her as she fell asleep. Her body, melting to a state of perfect calm there in his arms. He knew he wasn't far behind, but he basked in every second he watched his perfect wife.

It wasn't long before he too fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. They stayed in the same position all night like their unconscious mind knew they were safe where they were.

Yet, even in the unconsciousness of sleep, Sheldon was confident of one thing. They were the dream team.

A/N: To be continued...

Thank you so much for reading :)