A/N: I got enough people who wanted me to continue. I think I'll stick with the same theme, and we will see where it goes...


Myka snuggled closer to Pete, trying to escape the cold she still felt, even under three blankets. Yes, she loved the snow, but sometimes she wanted a break from the cold. Pete was good for this. He radiated heat. She snuggled closer again, so that her chest was pressed up against his back. He turned his head so he could see her out of the corner of her eye. "Close enough yet?" He asked.

Myka smiled. "Nope. We're cold, and you are keeping us warm." She could only see a small section of his face, but she could tell by the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes that he was smiling.

He turned so he was on his back. Myka rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her back, holding her close. The other hand he placed in her abdomen. Nothing was going on there yet, she had just found out she was pregnant. But she knew he was imagining it, her stomach swollen, feeling their child moving around. "You know, I never get tired of hearing you talk like that." He said.

"And I don't get tired of saying it." She replied. He placed a soft kiss in her hair, and slowly started wrapping her curls around his finger, something she'd learned he does when he is thinking. "What's on your mind?" She asked.

"When are we telling Ginny?" He answered. Myka hadn't thought about that. She knew they wanted to wait to tell their friends, that was a given. But with Ginny, it was harder. After they told everyone else, there was still a slight chance something could go wrong. How do you explain that to a four year old? She wanted to wait longer. At the same time, she wanted Ginny to know right away, and to share in their excitement. She was a very bright girl, and Myka wasn't sure what she would pick up anyway. All the blogs gave her different answers, and she just wasn't sure.

Myka shrugged. "Let me do some more research, and I'll let you know." She felt his chest shake while he chuckled quietly, and she smiled. He teased her all the time for how analytical she is. "Have you thought of any names?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Is Juliet back on the table?" Pete asked. She smacked him, just because she couldn't really punch his arm from the angle she was at.

"No. I don't want a daughter named Juliet. Not even for a middle name." She thought for a little bit. "I think I want to stick to Shakespearean names for middle names, I'm not really a fan of them as first names." She said. She honestly hadn't ever pictured herself picking out one name, let alone two. But becoming a mother had turned out to be one of the best decisions of her life.

She felt Pete nod. "Sounds okay to me. What names are there, other than Juliet?"

Myka thought and rattled names off, leaving out some of the more strange ones. "Well, there's Bianca, Katherina, Viola, Isabella and Miranda."

"Not Miranda, that's my niece's name." Pete responded.

"And Viola is Tracy's middle name, but I don't see why we can't still use it if we like it." She responded.

There was a silence for a bit as they both thought. "What about boy names?" Pete asked. His voice sounded loud in the quiet room, even though Myka knew he was practically whispering.

"We already have a boy name picked out." Myka answered, a bit confused.

"Are you still okay with that? Have you figured out a middle name for that yet?" Pete asked.

Myka looked up at him. "Of course I am okay with naming a boy after your father, Pete. You don't have to ask." He tightened his grip on her as she said that, and she snuggled even closer. "I don't have a middle name picked yet, but I have a few contenders." She answered. Curled up, surrounded by the warmth of her husband, Myka's eyelids began to feel heavy. As she started to drift off to sleep, she heard the door slowly creak open. She also heard the familiar whimpers of a crying child.

"Mumma? Daddy? Are you awake?" A quiet voice whispered. "I had a bad dream."

Myka sat up and looked toward the door, and saw her four year old wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. Myka gestured to Ginny, beckoning her to the bed. "I am awake baby girl. Why don't you come up here with me and Daddy and tell us all about your dream." The curly haired girl nodded, and walked toward her, climbing up on the bed.

Myka was struck again by her beautiful daughter. She looked like a Myka clone, but with Pete's eyes, and she flashed Pete's grin all the time. But everything else was pure Myka. It baffled her, because she had never thought of herself as beautiful until she had Ginny. Before, Tracy was the pretty one. Now Myka could see her own beauty as well coming through in her own child. It made her smile and frightened her all at the same time, she didn't like to think of the boys who would all be vying for her daughter's attention.

As Ginny climbed on the bed, Myka lifted her, and put her in between Pete and herself. Ginny laid down, and Pete wrapped his arms around her, protecting her from whatever fears she had conjured. Ginny looked up at Myka with her big brown eyes. "Some scary men kidnapped me." She explained.

Myka huddled close to her daughter, hanging on every word. "They did? Where did they take you?" She asked, prompting Ginny to continue.

"A big castle. And they told me I had to live there, and I would never see you again." She pouted. "I was sad. Castles are cool, but only if you and Daddy are there with me."

Pete stroked the little girl's hair. "You know, Mumma and I would always come looking for you. Aunt Claude would hack all the world's security cameras and use facial recognition software to find where you were and when you were there last. We would track you and save you so fast you wouldn't even notice you were gone." He smiled, and a sly grin crossed his face. "Just think, Ginny. If you weren't home, who would I tickle?" He tickled her softly and she giggled. Myka smiled and joined in, despite the late hour and despite not wanting to wind her up.

Ginny turned her head to look at her father. "But you did find me." She explained. She turned her head back towards her mother. "You came into the castle in a big horse!" Myka suddenly knew where this was going, and Pete shot her a look. He had told her many times that she was more than welcome to tell Ginny classic stories, just not ones that would give her nightmares. I'll be answering for this one for a while.

"You and Aunt Claude and Uncle Steve and Granpa Artie came out of the horse and started shooting people with your teslas." She pointed at Pete and rattled off the other names on her fingers.

"Not me?" Myka asked, concerned. Should she be worried that she didn't save her daughter in her own nightmare?

Ginny shook her head. "No, Mumma. You had a sword!" She was grinning from ear to ear.

Pete brought himself lower, to fake-whisper into Ginny's ear. "See, that's a good thing honey. Mumma is bad ass with a sword in her hand!"

"Pete!" Myka slapped his chest, and Ginny laughed.

"Ow." He said, rubbing his chest and making a face. "I'm sorry, okay? I meant to say that Mumma kicks butt with a sword." He looked at Myka apologetically.

Myka moved closer and wrapped her daughter in a giant bear hug. "If we saved you, why are you scared?" she asked.

"You didn't save me yet. You were just trying to. Then I woke up." She snuggled closer to her Mom now. "It was really scary, Mumma."

Myka stroked her curly hair. "I know, sweetheart. But we have you now, and you're safe. Nothing bad can happen to you here." She felt the little girl nod. Pete moved closer, and they sandwiched her in between them, protecting her from her fears. Pete placed a kiss on her head. Soon her breathing began to slow. So did Pete's. Myka was the last of them awake. She waited in that moment, taking it all in. She didn't know how many more of these they would have, just the three of them. It was exciting but sad all at the same time. She placed a kiss on her daughter's head, and closed her own eyes, drifting slowly off to sleep.