Author's Note: Chapter uploads shouldn't be used to answer reviewers' questions however I have a guest I have no way of reaching, so I have no choice. Here's the answer to your query. Leslie McCoy became Mrs di Nozzi in the story 'The Long Shadow of Michael...'. as mentioned in the chapter entitled, 'The Master and the Apprentice.'

Her wedding was also briefly described in the story 'Beyond this Place of Blood and Tears' in the chapter called 'Fight Back!'.

The concept of a Joy Box was meant to be a collection of what gave him the greatest joy. One of them was fulfilling a promise to Sgt Oliver McCoy to look after Leslie. He was to her a brother, a friend, a mother, a father and a protector and would remain so as part of the FP legacy; as written in the story 'Hope'. So in his Joy Box was a photo of him walking her down the aisle, it has nothing to do with jealousy.

Contagion

It was late. Late, like one in the morning but his beautiful glowing bride was still up. From the curb he could see the light in the living room still on. Since she became pregnant, she has not had a full night sleep, the frequent visits to the toilet ensured that.

Moppet and Serenity were already waiting by the door, and jumped him the minute he entered, he gave them a back rub which calmed them down a little. "Go," he said. The two canines obliged him and padded back to the backyard.

"Inamorata," he softly called out before he came into her line of sight, "Why are you still up?" Winnie flashed her toothpaste-ad smile; dressed in his old T-shirt and showing off a pair of shapely pins, he came straight over to her, hugged her tightly and groped her bum and legs.

She stopped him before he could undress her right there and then, "Inamorato, stop!" she whispered. She held him still and turned him around to face the computer monitor. His cheeks instantly reddened as Billy and Belle waved at him and and blew air kisses. Billy cheekily said, "I was hoping you'd give us a free show" embarassing Spike.

Winnie hugged him from behind and said as she also peered into the monitor, "Guess what? Belle and Billy are expecting, too. We've been skyping for over an hour, it's 4pm in Queensland now."

Surprise written all over his face, he asked, "So how far along is everyone?"

Billy and Belle grinned at each other and answered, "Three months." Spike turned to Winnie and said, "We're all having a baby at the same time?"

"That's not all," she said, "Leslie's expecting, too! She's also passed her first trimester." His eyebrows up went, "And we're only hearing about this now?"

Win smirked, "Hello, they're only hearing about us now too... we all waited until we passed the first trimester." Of course, du'h, he thought to himself.

"How's Bryce and Raf?"

Billy answered first, "Jackarooing with Bryce."

"Jackarooing?" Win and Spike replied simulataneously.

The little Aussie explained, "In short, he's learning to became a cattle station manager."

Spike couldn't believe it. "Whoa, seriously?"

"Well, yeah. But the thing is his Dad is being released from prison in a couple of months and his Mom is not well so we may have to return to Toronto. Our baby may be born Canadian after all."

Billy turned to Belle, who said, "Ours will be true blue Aussie. Have you met our son, Rajo?" They shook their heads so Belle went away to find the little Rascal. While she was gone, Spike took the chance to ask Billy if she was still with the Royal Australian Air Force's Bomb Squad. "Yeah, that's another thing we're discussing. We both think all these chemicals and powder I'm exposed to is not good for me and the baby. I'm reconsidering my situation at the moment."

Belle returned with Rajo, a Somali refugee Bryce rescued as a one year old. "Hi," he said none too shy. The out-going eight year old was tall for his age but thin and not surprisingly a barefooted hyper-active out-doorsy sort.

They both said "Hi" back and that was the extent of the boy's attention span. Rajo cartwheeled away. They heard him shout, "Daddy!" They overheard their good news passed on to the blokes before Raf and Bryce came into view.

Raf was grinning like a big kid, "Hey man, we're going to be Daddies." His enthusiasm was so infectious Spike grinned like a silly kid, too. "I know right. Isn't that awesome?"

Bryce waved, "I'll catch you later, mate. I'm taking Belle to dinner."

"At 4 in the afterrnoon?" said Spike. Raf laughed, "We live so far from civilisation it takes three hours to drive into town. It's Belle, you see, she's craving for Maccas."

"Maccas?"

"McDonald," replied Billy cackling, "She's craving for Big Mac, of all things. We tried home made burgers but it doesn't work."

"I'm lucky, I don't have to drive all the way to town to please my girl," said Raf. "But she's craving for vegemite. Let me tell you, bro, I swear that thing isn't fit for human consumption." Billy made a face, "It's better than your marmite." Raf didn't reply but he imperceptively shook his head from side to side and silently mouthed, "No." Billy elbowed him, "I saw that."

Spike noticed the time, "Guys it's nearly two in the morning here. I've gotta put my baby to sleep." Baf, as Billy and Raf became known, waved back and said, "Catch ya soon, mate." He turned off the computer, turned around and was surprised to find Winnie snoozing on the couch, looking exhausted. He gazed at her, moved some stray hair out of her face and silently said, "I love you."

He went off to shower the dirt and grime of the day. He came out dressed in his pajamas, though tired, he gathered the pillows and the blanket and joined Winnie in the living room, choosing to sleep on the floor instead of the comfortable bed.

He went to sleep with a smile, Gosh, we're going to be Moms and Dads.