A/N: Hi! Well, while I was writing "I'll be home for Christmas", for everything to make sense the way I wanted, I had to look at Alex and Jo a few years from now and, when I finished, I liked what I imagined for their future. Then, I remembered a oneshot that I started a few months ago, made some adjustments and decided to start a story that will be a collection of oneshots on that universe. I'm not making any promises, I'll just write when I have the right idea and enough time and I'll publish everything right away, so it's possible that I'll take a while between chapters, but it's also possible that I'll update more than one chapter at once. Some chapters may be only a drabble, others may have three thousand words. And if someone have any ideas that fit into this context, feel free to tell me, and I'll see what I can do. (As you may have noticed by every one of my other stories, I'm always inspired by music, so I accept songs as suggestions too.)

I hope you all enjoy it. And, please, review.

And she wants to stay right here
Make it last for a hundred more years
(Hundred more years - Francesca Battistelli)

September, 2015.

Jo woke up with the baby crying. Her maternal instinct was already working, but her body was still asleep. Giving birth was an exhausting activity that she had no plans to repeat in the foreseeable future. If she and Alex ever decided to have more kids, adoption sounded even more appealing than it did before. Not that she planned to deal with that kind of decision anytime soon, she still had to figure out how to be a mother of one, after all.

Slowly, Jo opened her eyes. The baby girl was on the crib, with Alex sleeping in the chair next to her. Adorable, you two. It probably wasn't the right thing for a mother to do when she hears her child crying, but she immediately grabbed her cellphone and took a photo.

As she put the phone back on the table besides her bed, she called him. "Alex," she said, in a volume high enough for him to wake up, but not too high to startle the baby.

"What?" He said, quickly opening his eyes and rubbing his face. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have slept. Do you need anything?"

"It's fine, you needed some rest, since you didn't want to go home without us. Just give me her please." Jo said, getting up to a sit position. "She's probably hungry."

Alex got up and took the baby from the crib, trying to comfort her with soothing words. "Hey, baby girl. Don't worry, mommy and daddy are here for you." Smiling, Jo watched them. Since they met, she had lost count of how many times she saw her husband with kids, either patients or their friend's children, but it would never be enough to stop amazing her. While she was still unsure about her own abilities as a parent, at least she knew that she couldn't have chosen a better man to have a baby with. He was a natural. Suddenly, her eyes were wet and she had forgotten all objections to have a dozen more tiny humans. Damn, hormones!

She took the baby from her husband, and he adjusted the pillows to help her finding the more comfortable position to breastfeed. When she said it was okay, he sat by her side on the bed, taking his daughter's hand on his own and smiling when her tiny fingers held his thumb. They were both doctors, of course they knew that it was only a reflexive response, but it was still sweet.

"Are you hungry, sweetie?" Jo said, with a childish voice. "Yeah?" She looked at Alex, who was still staring at them in awe. "Can you believe this? She is..."

As Jo couldn't find the words to finish the sentence, Alex lifted his eyes to meet hers. "Perfect," he said, and she nodded. Perfect.