JD awoke to a muscular chest pressed against his back and a pair of strong arms wrapped around him. He smiled and burrowed deeper into the embrace. Dr. Cox smiled and pulled the younger man closer, his hands protectively cupping the stomach that held their future together.

"Good morning, Dr. Cox." JD yawned and stretched, then rolled over to face the older man.

"Y'know, I'm pretty sure you can call me Perry, with you carrying my baby and all." Dr. Cox gently brushed an unruly strand of hair out of JD's face.

JD gave a small smile, just the hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Well, then good morning, Perry." As soon as the sentence was out of his mouth Dr. Cox's lips were on top of his. The kiss was warm and gentle and wonderful. When their mouths parted JD was out of breath and Dr. Cox looked like the cat who ate the canary.

"Wow."

"You're damn right 'wow', newbie." Dr. Cox gave him a cocky grin and rolled out of bed. "You get dressed and I'll make breakfast." He headed to the kitchen, unconsciously whistling a little tune.

JD stretched before getting out of bed and picked up his scrubs from where he had left them last night. Work was definitely going to be interesting.

--

"Hmm, letting yourself go, Bambi?" Carla poked at the small bulge of JD's stomach. JD protectively covered it with both his hands.

"I'm not fat, I'm just big boned." he said defensively.

"He's obviously doing something right, because my man JD here didn't come home last night!" Turk high-five'd him. JD felt a bit guilty, but shook it off. "Who was the lucky lady?"

"You should know Turk, it was your Mom." Carla laughed and JD high-five'd her.

Turk shook his head. "Un-cool man, un-cool."

Elliot leaned placed her elbows on the counter and placed her head in her hands. "So, what lucky lady got to enjoy seven minutes in heaven, including the time it took to eat the pizza?"

"A gentleman does not kiss and tell," JD said, tipping an imaginary top hat. "And those seven minutes would rock - your - world."

A shrill whistle pierced the air. Dr. Cox marched up to them, a look of menace in his eyes. "Oh gee, look what we have here. Is it that time of the year again?" He pulled out an imaginary order form and began pretending to write on it. "I'll have a box of mint thins, one of those peanut butter cookies, and oh, I don't know, a whole case of the samoas."

Elliot looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Seeing as all you girls are standing around doing nothing I just assumed this was some sort of girl scout jamboree and you were trying to sell cookies." He pointed at JD and crooked his finger. "How about you try doing something productive for once, Fiona? Follow me." He stomped off down the hall and JD followed after him.

Carla sighed. "I swear, if JD were any more of a puppy he'd be humping Dr. Cox's leg."

Both Elliot and Turk grimaced. "Bad mental image, honey!" Turk shrieked.

--

"Where are we going?" JD asked. Dr. Cox continued down the hall, not bothering to look back at him.

"You'll see." They stopped in front of a supply closet. Dr. Cox furtively looked both ways before flinging the door open and dragging JD inside with him, quickly closing the door behind them. Dr. Cox turned to face him and JD gulped. They contemplated each other for a long minute before all pretenses were dropped and they were all over each other. It wasn't long before clothing, scrubs, underwear and stethoscopes began flying through the air.

--

Todd stood in front of the supply closet door, holding a cup to the door and pressing his ear against the cup.

"Man, what are you doing?" Turk asked.

"Somebody's getting it on in there." Todd whispered. "Getting it on at work high-five!" He attempted to high-five Turk, almost dropping the glass in the process. "Maybe later, then."

"That's gross, dude." Turk started to walk away.

"Oh man, I think one of them's JD," Todd whispered.

"There's no way JD would do that." Turk walked over to Todd. "Why would you say that?"

"Because I just heard someone say 'Bombs away!'," Todd gave a thumbs up, which led to another almost accident with the glass.

"Woah-hoh!" Turk grinned. "Let's give them a little surprise, shall we?" He gestured for The Todd to back away from the door, which he did. Flinging the door open he yelled, "Aha!"

"Turk?!"

"JD! DR. COX?!"

"Ghandi."