"Hey Sara-beautiful as always," Lincoln greeted Sara with a flamboyant wave. A apron that read, 'kiss the cook he can poison you' wrapped around his huge body, and a spatula in his hand.

The Scofield's had packed up after breakfast and walked the half a mile on the beach between their houses. Much to little Christina's distress who quickly whined and was lifted to her mother's waist.

Sara groaned the shot Lincoln a smile. "Hello Lincoln. Where's Jane? I promised her I'd bring her some of that tea she likes."

The carefree smile slipped a little from his face. "Um…last I checked she was still in the kitchen crying."

"Ahh…bad day?" Sara asked slowly, letting Christina slide to the ground.

"Not any worse then yesterday." Lincoln turned to the grill at his side and poked at the coals.

"I'll go see how she's doing." Sara replied, touching Michael's arm in a brief goodbye.

"Please," Lincoln smiled at her as she started to walk away, "lord knows Sara, that only your angelic hands can heal my wife's agony."

Michael gave his brother a playful glare as he set down the cooler he had brought from hi home. "Stop flirting with my wife. I can and will break your knee caps."

"Oh yeah? Then who will work your dive shop? Cause we both know you're to lazy to actually pull yourself from your lovely wife any earlier then noon." Lincoln laughed, turning to smile at his nephew.

"When we you get to wake up to what I do every morning, getting out of bed becomes a chore." Michael threw back, digging into his cooler for a beer.

"Well how can I ever experience that if you never let have some torrid affair with her?!" the older brother pouted.

Michael twisted the cap off two beers and gave one to his brother. "Torrid? Wow Linc I'm impressed! I didn't think you could even use such a word!"

"See what I have to put up with kids?" Lincoln looked at his niece and nephew.

"You're silly uncle Lincy!" Aldo pulled his little sisters hand, tugging her to sit next to him on the sand.

"So are you done with those calculations I gave you?" Michael asked, his eyes locked onto the sea before him.

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Dude it's your wife's birthday. No work. Got it?"

Michael smirked, "Fine. Where's LJ any how?"

"Sleeping. He went out with his girlfriend last night." Lincoln added another dose of lighter fluid to the grill.

Michael rolled his eyes, "It's almost one in the afternoon, Aldo take Christina and go wake up your cousin. Tell him it's time to get up."

"He's going to hate you for that, you know?" Lincoln said when the children disappeared into the house moments later.

"Not if we get lunch ready by the time he gets up. Why don't you start the grill? Sara and I will make up the burgers and get everything ready." Michael set his beer down and started the same path his children and wife took.

"Sounds good," Lincoln agreed then turned and called out to his brother, "Yo Mikey! You do anything in my kitchen and me and Jane are gonna get friendly in your bed, got it?"

"You have no idea how vague you are, do you?" Michael called back, turning to wave a hand at his brother.

Michael entered his brother's home and immediately headed for the kitchen when he heard the clash of dishware. He stopped in the entrance when he saw his wife putting away dishes.

He was always amazed by what a homemaker she had turned out to be. Despite all her claims Sara Scofield had turned out not only to be an amazing cook and mother but also someone who actually enjoyed housework. So when Jane announced she was pregnant with his brother's second child Sara was thrilled to offer her assistances.

Michael allowed another few minutes to pass as he watched his wife move about the kitchen as easily as she did their own. He loved watching her, it never ceased to amaze him. She was so beautiful, so precise…he remembered watching her in the infirmary...it was the same. It was like a dance as much then as it was now. Every step guided by memory, every gesture curt yet beautiful.

"How's Jane?" Michael stepped into the room.

Sara stopped in the midst of putting away glasses and turned to her husband, "Good, I gave her something for the nausea."

"Where is she?" He moved up to her and circled his arms around her waist, dragging her hips to crash against his.

Sara laughed, amused by his subtly, "They just went out the back door. Aldo was dragging LJ to the water and Jane rescued Christy. Jane said something about making sure Aldo didn't drown LJ."

"So we've got time." Michael lowered his mouth to her's.

Sara smiled, lifting her arms to wrap around the back of his neck. Holding him easily against her. "Time? Michael you're kidding...we're in your brother's kitchen."

"And it happens to be your birthday." He knew her protest was fake by the way her lips were already tilting up to meet his.

It's a light brush at first, just barely a taste, then his arms tighten and she lifts herself up and crushes their lips together. Michael chuckles softly and returns the kiss, opening his mouth to encourage the kiss.

When their breathless Sara finally pulls away, Michael's still too shocked to even move. After years of marriage she can still shock him, still make his stand back and go 'wow this is my wife'. He licks the last bit of her from his lip and smiles.

"Michael we're supposed to be feeding our starving family. Not acting like teenagers." Sara pokes him gently in the ribs.

He runs a hand up and down her side, "What about you're starving husband?"

Sara lets her hand roam from the back of his neck to his jaw line. She fingers the stumbles then leans forward and begins kissing a path. "I could have sworn my starving husband was feed quite thoroughly last night."

"What can I say? I'm insatiable." He manages to say, she killing him and she loves it. Worse part is so does he.

"MOMMY!"

Before either can fully detach from each other, Michael feels a tiny figure stumble against his legs. For a moment he's pushed up against his wife, pushing her against he counter behind her.

Michael stiffens against a groan when he realizes his youngest child.

Sara smiles as her daughter lets out another wail and liftes her arms to be picked up. Without any hesitation Sara moves around her husband and lifts her daughter to her hips.

"It's alright Chrisy, Daddy's sorry for being in your way."

Christina quiets down immediately, sticking her head into her mother's neck.

Michael rolls his eyes but still strokes his daughters back, "Oh right, of course it's my fault. Daddy's sorry honey, you forgive me? She did that on purpose to get you to pick her up you know."

"You're just a big meanie. Isn't he Chrisy?" Sara grinned at him, whispered to her daughter.

"Big meanie!" Christina repeated.

Michael shook his head then motion toward the open door. He turned to the fridge and pulls the burgers out, he waved his wife ahead. He watched her leave the house, the whole while humming under her breath to the child. Smiling, Michael turned happily to the worked.

Lincoln yelled as Michael exited the house, a place full of raw meat in his hands. "What took you so long? Oh god! Dude I warned you! If you and Sara-"

"Linc! Shut up! There are children around." Jane snapped, sitting in a folding chair with Christina sitting on her lap. Sara sitting beside her watching LJ teaching Aldo how to body surf

"Lincoln focused on cooking." Michael groaned, setting down the plate next to him.

He turned and smiled at his sister in law. "Hey Jane, how are you feeling?"

"Fine, I feel like crap though." Jane answered tensely.

Michael shrugged at her attitude "You look lovely don't worry!"

Jane stopped stroking Christina's back and glared up at him. "Michael Scofield if you so much as think of saying another word about my appearance I'm going to feed you to sharks."

"Hey bro-Give me that burger." Lincoln said quickly, offering his brother a quick escape.

Michael shot Sara a helpless look then hurried toward his brother.

Seconds later LJ emerged from the water, his little nephew a step behind him.

"Good morning Sara. Beautiful as always." LJ said, smiling at Sara.

"God it must be in the genes or something." Sara muttered leaning in towards Jane. Jane snickered but said nothing.

"What?" LJ blinked.

"Nothing." Sara laughed.

"I got you something." LJ said eagerly, he looked at Jane. "You got it?"

Jane nodded and dug into her pocket to retrieve a small box.

Michael said gently, watching them. "LJ, am I going to need to threaten your knee caps as well?"

LJ turn and looked at his Uncle in confusion. "What?"

Sara cut them both off as she opened the little box. Inside laid a diamond necklace. "It's beautiful, LJ! Thank you!"

"Not very original son." Lincoln muttered under his breath.

"Shut up dad." LJ tossed not looking away from Sara's pleased face.

Lincoln flipped a burger. "Why's everyone telling me to shut up today?"

"I don't know. Why don't you try it and find out." Jane snapped.

Lincoln looked at his family. "Nay, he bought Jane and his little girlfriend the same necklace. Just like I taught him."

"Shows what you know, genius. Your son bought me a ring and his girlfriend earrings. Now will you shut up and cook?" Jane said quickly, defending LJ.

Sara ignored them all and stood; she shut the box and hugged LJ tightly. "It's lovely LJ thank you! But I really didn't need something this expensive."

"Meh...think if it has payback for all the missed birthdays." LJ grinned hugging her back.

Sara pulled away and patted his cheek. "You're such a gentleman LJ, I'll treasure it."

LJ smiled then turned away, allowing Sara to sit back down and show Jane and Christina the gift.

"Thanks, LJ. Now my gift looks really lame." Michael whispered to his nephew, nudging him with his elbow.

"What'd you get her?" LJ asked.

Michael shot Lincoln a glance when he leaned forward, wanting to hear the answer. "Christina and I made her a card with cotton balls clued to it."

Both Lincoln and LJ broke out in a laugh. "Wow you didn't need my help making it lame. Good going Uncle Mike, I can safely say you won't be getting any tonight."

Jane stood, settling Christina in her seat. "I um…I'll be right back. Sara, could you join me please?"

"Of course." Sara agreed, standing.

"We'll be right back." Sara waved to her husband. Michael gave her a nod then turned back to the meal.

Sara followed Jane into the house and towards the bathroom. She paused when Jane swung open the door and leaned toward the toilet. Sara immediately took the other woman's arm. "Are you alright?"

"It's getting worse. I don't know how much longer I can handle this." Jane whispered.

Sara half hugged her. "Jane, you've dealt with so much worse and came out it the winner. This is nothing. Just a little bit of vomiting-"

"Right now I want to kill Lincoln. This is all his fault. Why can't he just deal with a blasted condom? We're not talking rocket science here!" Jane raved, pounding a fist against the tiles of the sink.

Sara paused for a solid minute then smiled. "Would it make you feel better if I promise not to have sex with Michael for a month or so?"

Jane turned to look at Sara then smiled. "Absolutely. Sara, you're a wonderful friend."

"Aldo are you almost ready? It's almost your sisters' bed time." Michael called after a few hours.

"Can't I stay?" Aldo pouted from where he sat with LJ, both attempting a sand castle.

"Ask Uncle Linc." Michael smiled, looking down at his slightly tipsy brother.

"Sure kid, just gotta promise you won't drown or something. You know me, I just sit here no going in the water or nothing." Lincoln answered, saluting the boy with his beer.

"Thanks Uncle Lincy!" Aldo smiled then turned back to his work.

"You play nice and listen to Uncle Linc and Aunt Jane ok?" Sara called, holding her daughter to her chest. The girl already fast asleep.

"Ok mommy!" Aldo answered, not even looking up.

Sara rested a free hand on Jane's shoulder smile, then allowed her husband to lead them back to their home.

"You know I love the kids right?" Michael said hours later. Pulling off his shirt and kicking his shoes across their bedroom.

Sara responded, tugging a brush through her hair. "Of course I do."

"And you know Aldo, Christina and you are my world." He kept going.

"Yes." Sara turned in from the bathroom mirror to look at him.

"And that I thought you were a beautiful pregnant woman." Michael ignored her stares.

"Michael-"Sara set the brush down.

"With all of that said. Can we make a deal on not having any more children." He stopped undressing himself and gave her a pleaded look.

"What? Why all of a sudden." Sara asked, surprised.

Michael shrugged but muttered slowly. "I'm scared you might become…well become like Jane."

Sara couldn't help herself-she let out a loud laugh. "The last two times I was a nice pregnant. I think the only thing I did even slightly crazy was insist on you wearing t-shirts instead of sweaters."

Michael stepped around the bed, wrapping his arms around her body. He pressed a quick kiss to each of her eyelids then her lips. "Sweetheart, love of my unworthy life, you burned my sweaters. I didn't have a choice."

"Oh…did I?" Sara gave him an innocence smile. Linking her arms behind his head.

"Yup." He lowered his head for another kiss.

Sara smiled, pulled away, and grinned at the apparent desire in his eyes. She placed a lingering kiss to his lips then pulled from his grasp. "Oh well. And just so you know we can't have sex for a month."

"What?"