"You know," Cal trailed his fingers down Gillian's bare arm while looking up at her. "We could start tellin' people now. You're fourteen weeks. That's meant to be safe now isn't it?"

"Hmm," Gillian mused. "I guess."

"If you want. I mean, if you don't wanna that's fine too. People might just simply work it out when your bump starts engulfin' you," he placed a hand between them to where the baby had started to push out.

Gillian gave a slight chuckle and leaned in with the eyeliner. She held his cheek with her left hand and rested her right wrist against the bottom of his eye socket. "Stop blinking," she told him off again.

"I can't help it."

"This was your decision," she pulled back to look at him. It had taken her fifteen minutes to work on his right eye. Now she was painting his left.

"Actually it was Lewis's idea to be a pirate," Cal corrected. "Although why that entails eye line-a I don't know."

"Cos it's sexy," Gillian informed him, leaning in for a kiss. She was sitting in his lap, more like kneeling, as he sat on the closed lid of the toilet. She had started out leaning over him but that killed her back.

"Sexy huh?" Cal murmured against her mouth, pressing his lips against hers for another soft kiss. His arm was already around her back, the other shifted from the slight baby bump to squeeze her ass. Gillian arched into him slightly. Cal felt the pressure of her breasts against his chest. He gave a little moan that made Gillian pull away.

She brought her hand up to his face again, "back to this."

"Back to the convasation."

"We can start telling people," she responded lightly as if it weren't a big deal. "I think Lewis should be first."

"Agreed." A slight pause as Cal concentrated on not blinking. "Should be an interestin' convasation."

"Uh huh."

"We neva really explained about Lily though did we?"

"No," Gillian agreed. "But then. Lily was a strange situation." She leaned back to admire her handy work.

Cal blinked at her rapidly, fluttering his eyelashes. Gillian gave him another kiss. "Very sexy," she told him.

Cal gave her a grin. "Lily was difficult to explain when we didn't know what was goin' on with her ourselves. Not really. She showed up one day and was gone almost as abruptly."

"How do you explain an adoption to a two year old?" Gillian finished his thought. "Little bit more," she leaned in again.

Cal made sure to keep his head still. Gillian's left hand came up to pull his eyelid slightly. "Should probably tell Em next."

"Yeah, then Mom and Dad. Family. Work."

"Yeah work," Cal agreed.

"Hello," came from the doorway. "I. Am. A. Robot." Lewis laughed at himself and crossed their bathroom floor. "What's that stuff on Dad?"

Gillian turned to look at her boy in his silver painted box. "Make-up," she told him. "Wow look at you! Very cool Lewis." She made a 'G' hand shape against her chin and gave it a sharp twist forward.

He grinned up at her. He and Cal had worked on his Halloween costume for the last week. They had found a Lewis sized box and decorated it appropriately with bottle cap buttons and other switches. Then spray painted it silver. They also painted an old pair of Lewis's shoes and another head sized box. A bit of a cliché, but that's how Lewis wanted it to look. Cal was a pirate, based on Johnny Depp's Jack Sparrow, also Lewis's idea. And Gillian was a Go-Go girl from the sixties. That had been Cal's pick.

"Where are your shoes?" Gillian asked the four year old; a question on her face. Shoes was: two fists, the backs of her hands upwards towards the ceiling, banged together along the inside edge. He looked down at his sock clad feet and then pointed at the floor. "Ok, why don't you go and get them? And Dad will be down in a minute for trick-or-treating." She used 'candy' which was twisting the tip of her right index finger against her cheek

Lewis nodded and spun on his toes to head for the door again.

Cal pressed his nose against Gillian's neck. "You so want anotha one."

"Yeah," Gillian agreed. "Screw the trick-or-treating. Let's stay in and make a baby."

Cal pulled back abruptly. "Was that serious?"

Gillian gave him a slight smile and he broke into a grin. He pulled her by the chin gently to kiss her again. Soft, warm kisses. Heavenly. "Are you going to let me finish?"

"Suppose," Cal agreed softly. He let her go and went back to trying not to blink. He watched her as she concentrated, her blue eyes sharp in the artificial light. Things had changed in the last month. He had been seeing Wu twice a week for hypnotherapy and it was working a treat. Which probably meant he had been repressing his memories on some level, though Doctor Rockwell was more inclined to believe Cal was simply re-wiring the neural pathways of his brain to access his history. Cal supposed the neurologist would take that view and the psychologist would take the view of regression and Cal didn't really care so long as his memories were coming back. And they were. Vividly sometimes. Wu had to remind him on several occasions that he was just witnessing something that had already happened; he wasn't going to get hurt. He was just an observer. But still. Being taken back to that attic where he had been tied up for three days made him flinch. Those panic induced seconds when Lewis had almost died, they had Cal's heart on edge while lying on Doctor Wu's couch. Then there was Lily. Her anniversary had arrived what felt like abruptly to Cal, but must have been on Gillian's mind for a while. She knew it was coming. It took Cal a two hour session with Wu to feel like he knew enough about experiencing the incident all over again to be empathetic enough to his wife.

There were also the memories that would have made him blush had he not been under. The first time he had made love to Gillian. Those beautiful nights of their honeymoon. Those first kisses Gillian had told him about, he got to relive them. He got to relive holding his son for the first time. And all those nights he had got up to him. Of telling Gillian the stories about Wu to get her to relax and learn to breastfeed. Watching her learn to be a mother. Watching Lewis learn something; his first steps, his first solid food, his first proper words.

"Ok you're done," Gillian murmured, sitting back from him. Cal's hands were supporting her weight under her butt. He looked up at her, still amazed she was having his baby, still absolutely amazed she was his wife.

"How do I look?"

"Hot," Gillian told him again, pressing another warm, firm kiss to his mouth. "Definitely an early night."

Cal chuckled slightly. "With all that suga? Not likely."

"Plant him in front of the TV then."

"Now that sounded like a proposition," Cal teased.

"It was," Gillian affirmed. She shifted carefully to stretch her legs to the floor, one by one, and stood, pulling her dress down again. It barely covered her thighs. And the bump was noticeable, no matter what she said.

The end of October. Another month had gone by. Another month of trying to find their way back to normal. Cal still had so many appointments and responsibilities he was gone more often than he was around at work; Rockwell, Wu, Kent, Lewis. But he was one month closer to getting his license back. And Rockwell had conceded Cal could stay off the anti-seizure medication so long as he stayed seizure free. Gillian continued with work. She continued to make their business run, to recover from the little dent Roberts had attempted to put in it, to supervise when she had to, or give a psychological opinion when it was needed.

"All right then, betta go find Lewis."

Gillian started putting her make-up back into its piles on the vanity; the stuff she used the most, the least used went back into her drawer. Cal approached behind her, slipping his arms around her waist to rest on the little swell of the baby starting to assert its presence, despite the fact that neither of them could feel the baby moving yet. Gillian placed her hands over her husband's and caught his eye in the reflection of the mirror. He really did look good with eyeliner on. But that wasn't the point. "We need to talk about other things too."

"Oh?" Cal raised an eyebrow.

"You know I have to go for those genetic tests next week."

Cal leaned his head on her shoulder. He gave a little nod. "I'll be there."

"And if there's something..."

"Don't worry about it," Cal told her. He kissed her neck.

"I do worry."

"Not yet," Cal corrected. "Tonight we have some fun with the kid we've got. Then tomorrow we can worry about the kid on the way."

Gillian relaxed again. He was so very good at forcing her to think about things in a different way. Her first reaction was to worry. Cal's first reaction was to put it into perspective. She nodded. "Ok tomorrow."

"Good girl," he kissed her again. "You look fantastic by the way." He gave her a grin and stepped away.

PJ

When Lewis wasn't looking, Cal slipped handfuls of his son's candy into the bag he was carrying. There was an incredible unending supply of sugar; it wasn't like the kid was going to miss half of it. And besides the fact that it would take Lewis an absolute age to get through all of it, Cal didn't want him hyped up on sugar until Christmas. Cal walked around the neighbourhood with their four year old while Gillian stayed at home to man the door. Emily showed up with Ajay before they headed off to a Halloween party and Gillian text Cal to let him know his daughter was there.

Cal gave Lewis a nudge. "Emily's at home. Shall we go see her? We can come back out afta." He finger-spelled 'Em' and added 'home', 'go', 'back' and 'after'.

"Oh Emy!" Lewis agreed enthusiastically. "Show her all the candy." He twisted his index finger against his cheek.

"Yeah," Cal agreed, taking his hand to cross the street.

"That didn't take you long," Gillian noted as the boys came through the front door.

"We were right across the street," Cal pointed out, letting Lewis's hand go so the kid could run through the house to see his sister. Cal gave his stash of candy to Gillian. "Hide that."

"Is this half?" She sounded surprised.

"Yeah."

"I don't understand how parents can do it," Gillian almost whined as she peered into the bag. They started heading for the living room themselves. "They have kids too. They know exactly what it's like to hype them up on artificial colours and sweeteners..."

"I think we should tell Em now. While she's here," Cal cut her off. Gillian looked over at him surprised and came to a stop half way down the hall. "She's right here."

"And you're excited?"

Cal nodded enthusiastically, mimicking Lewis.

"How much of this have you had to eat?" Gillian narrowed her eyes at him.

"A little bit," he admitted. "Betta to get it out of my system now right?"

"Sure we can tell Emily about the baby," Gillian answered his earlier question.

Cal gave her a smile. "Cool."

Gillian laughed. "Since when do you say 'cool'?"

"Since Lewis informed me I was cool."

"Kiss ass," Gillian muttered under her breath as she followed her husband through the house.