It's the same feeling she's woken up to for the past five years of her life. And it only gets better. But as the smile forms on her face she must admit, if only to herself-

He was always a great kisser.

Michael Scofield feels her smile beneath his lips and lifts his head from her's.

"Something funny?"

"No," she sighed contently, sliding her arms around his neck and dragging his face back down to her lips.

It's longer this time, deeper. His mouth pressed against hers, she can feel the tender skin of her lips caressing hers. The way his tongue lightly entered her mouth and before long Sara finds herself lifting up, opening her mouth for him. Her body pressed against his as he laid half on top her on their bed.

She lets one hand snake from around his neck to his chest, she greedily roams his chest. Loving the way his body givers from her touch. Five years and she's still got it.

He's quickly devouring her mouth and she's knows what's next so she tries to beat him to the punch.

She reaches for the waist band of his sleeping pants, just as a loud screaming erupts from the hallway.

"She's smelly again!"

Before she can stop herself Sara breaks out in laughter. Michael lets out a deep groan, his mouth falls from her's and he half collapses on her.

"That kid has something against me," he moans into her neck.

Sara still can't stop laughing, it's the fourth morning in a row their romantic intentions have been canceled by their ever loving son and his devotion to his sister.

Sara collects herself as much as she can and quickly presses a kiss to the back of Michael's ear. Seconds later a pounding of feet is their only warning as their door swings open.

"Mommy! Daddy! Christie's smelly again." Their four year old son annocence, lifting his infant sister with both hands toward her.

Michael manages to lift himself off his wife and stare at his son. "I thought we had a discussion about you staying in bed until mommy or I were up?"

"But she's smelly!" Their son exclaims for the third time, scandized by his parents behavior. "She can sleep like that!"

Sara grins at Michael then reaches cover to collect her barely awake infant from her son.

She holds her only girl to her chest and leans against the head board. Michael sits up and rests beside her. He lowers his face to coo at Christina who's to sleepy to do more then blink.

It doesn't take much to convince Aldo to join them on the big bed. He quickly jumps up and settles himself between his parents, giving himself the perfect angel of his baby sister.

"Mommy you should change her!" He glances between his mom and the child. "It's not healthy for her to-"

"Aldo." Michael warns exhaustedly.

Sara smiles at her son then looks up at his father. "You can't expect anything different Michael…he is your son. And I guess that'll teach you to force your four year old son to watch child care movies."

Michael sighs, he leans forward and lays his head inches away from his wife's. In the same movement he circles his arms around his son, holding him firmly against his chest.

Aldo easily hugs his father back with one hand; the rest of his attention still devoted to his little sister.

It's in that moment Michael decides another kiss is justified.

It's the mornings that cause more chaos they've ever experienced. They thought, at first, surviving the riots, enduring the run…. After all that, keeping a cool head would be no problem.

Unfortunately neither had predicated both their children would be messy eaters. And neither could predicate when their children would decided their just wouldn't eat….or when they'd be so starved they'd never stop.

And then there was the dog. Paul…Michael had instinted on the name. Sara had said it was unfair but after studying the newly acquired pup decided their actually was a resembles.

The dog caused more problems then the four year old, Sara realized after a few mornings. She still couldn't figure how the dog knew to sit around Christina's stand until she saw her husband quietly encouraging the dog to clean the mess she had given him a wash rag to clean.

Which of course and escalated into Paul jumping up onto Christina's chair eager to help her eat.

"Happy Birthday," Michael tossed at her suddenly, after giving Aldo his toast and pushing Paul away from Christina.

Sara stopped in the midst of pouring fresh orange juice. "What?"

Michael slide into the seat between his children and smile at her.

"It's your birthday."

Sara gave a loud groan. "Tell me your kidding."

"I would never!" Michael laughs, then quickly stops Christina from shove a spoon into her eye.

Sara doesn't say anything until she seats herself opposite her husband.

"I love you but if you say anything, and I do mean anything, it's over between us."

Michael turns to her with a huge smile. "Guess it's a good thing I made plans a few weeks ago to get together with Linc and Jane."

His smirk made her debate her revenge. She was tore between no sex…ever again…or making me sleep with the dog. She decided on sleeping with the dog because after all…he was a great kisser.

"Fine…"Sara moaned, throwing her husband a pretend angry glare.

Michael smirks at her then turns in time to see his son giving him a confused glare.

"Guess where we're going?" Michael asked happily.

Aldo thins his eyes and briefly shakes his head. "What?"

"Uncle Lincs!"

Aldo paused for a moment then bruised himself into a smile. "Really?"

"I don't know why you two get so excited about going to see them. We see them every day anyways. " Sara mumbled lifting her cup of tea to her lips.

Michael sent her a appalled glance then went back to his son. "It's mommy's big day and their going to help us celebrate it!"

"I thought we already had mommy's big day?" Aldo asked slowly, "When she had Chrissie."

"No…it's her other big day." Michael reach over and rubbed his son's head. Brushing hair away from his eyes.

Aldo gave a slight shake of the head, showing his confusion better then words could.

"It's mommy's birthday." Michael whispered with a smile.

Sara glared at her husband playfully. "That's it…I'm leaving you and moving in with Katie."

Aldo looked between his parents as his father roared with laughter. "Oh come on Sara! It's not like you're that old….I'm-"

"Michael another word and I'm going to poison your coffee."

"If it's mommy's birthday why isn't she happy?" Aldo asked his father, casting a shy glance at his mother. "Is she afraid she's getting old and ugly?"

The coffee Michael had attempted to swallow gagged him as he laughed, causing a major amount of the liquid to spew out his nose. He slammed the mug on the table and gasped for breath.

Seeing her highly intelligent, wall mannered, perfectly groomed husband spew coffee was all it took for Sara to drop her façade and laugh herself breathless.