Rigsby walked into his apartment to the wonderful scent of chicken parm and Grace's home made sauce. She was in the kitchen singing to herself. It melted his heart. This felt right to him, like nothing could ever be wrong in the world if he could come home to this every night. He'd had to work a bit late finishing up paper work on a woman who'd killed her husband for the prospect of 2 million dollars. It really irked him that people could take vows so lightly. If he were ever to take them, it would be for ever and it would be with the woman singing Bob Marley in his kitchen.

"Hey there"

"Hi Sweetie, oh you brought wine… none for me, Im sticking to water tonight but I'll pour you a glass while you get ready for dinner, it will be ready in five"

"ok… I'm just going to change out of this suit" Not drinking wine?, he thought, humm? Maybe she had to go in early, she did shoot out of the office today really early.

Rigsby walked back to the bedroom and started to change into a t shirt and jeans. He paused to check to see if Grace was near and pulled out his ring box. No, its too soon. We've only been together 9 months he thought to himself he put the box back and got his spare key. He was going to ask her to move in, he wanted to come home to her every night. No more foolish games at work, they need not know, he'd already arranged for a PO Boxes for their mail. If she didn't like his apartment, he move to hers or they'd find a perfect place. All he knew was that he wanted to be with her.

"Wayne, dinner's ready"

"K… I'll be right there"

They sat down and started to eat.

"Grace, this is excellent."

"thanks, sweetie. How was the confession? Did everything go alright?"

"Move in."

"what?"

"Move in. I want you to Move in here with me. I loved coming home to you, I want to do it everyday for the rest of my life. I have a plan to keep work off our backs, there's a post office a block over, we can get PO Boxes and…"

"ok"

"what? Ok, you'll move in?"

"yes, you big goof, I like this, Plus, I haven't really been home much in the last year anyway and your places it a lot closer to Trader Joes and yoga"

"hey, are you feeling ok. No wine?"

"no I'm ok. But, uh, I think maybe we weren't as careful as we should have been. Im a week late… its not definite yet, but I, uh… say something, you look like you're gonna pass out…"

"you think you're pregnant? Well, that's, uh, oh my gosh Grace!"

" You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? I love you grace and there is not greater way for a couple to share love"

"I think Jane knows"

"oh…crap… work…uh, what are we going to do? One of us is going to have to leave the job. Shit, this puts us back to where we were. Look, I'll leave, and I don't want you saying no…"

"Wayne, I don't want to jump to conclusions, I may not be pregnant, I'm only a few days late. Also, if I am then I don't want to tell any one unless we're sure its going to stick. Last time I miscarried at 17 weeks. That awfully far along and it was hard on me. We have an appointment with my doctor next week."

Rigsby got up and kneeled next to Grace. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.

"What ever happens Grace, we'll figure it out. I love you and this would be a dream come true"