"Hi."

"Hi yourself," Brooke said as she smiled sleepily at the man laying beside her. "How'd it go with Congresswoman Craver?"

McCoy patiently relied the results of the sting operation he and Melanie Carver had set in motion with the help of Lupo and Green. He chuckled as his wife's eyes widened when he told her Michael Cutter had called him after hearing the tape to assure him a guilty verdict was in the bag.

"It must be some tape."

"You must have had some day," McCoy said as he rested a hand on her abdomen. "Sam told me about all the tests your doctor wants to run, but he didn't mention a test for 'Linda Blair' syndrome,"McCoy added with a wiry smile, recalling his wife's fears from the night before their wedding.

As the pair laughed, McCoy kissed the top of her head and snuggled closer.

"It looks like you knew something I didn't in Canada."

"Oh God Jack," she said, suddenly serious."I swear, I thought I was late because of the change. That and the stress of all the changes that have gone on the last couple of months. If I'd had any idea I was-"

"Hey, that wasn't an accusation," he said tenderly, while brushing away weary tears from her face."I didn't see the signs either and I've been through one preganancy already."

"A pregnancy you hadn't planned on, just like this one."

"Brooke, I know neither of us planned this. But that doesn't mean we can't be happy about it, just the same."

"You're happy," she asked as she sniffled. "You're really happy; you're not just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear?"

"When have I ever said something just because somebody wanted to hear it," he demanded playfully.

"Well I have to admit you have a point there,counselor,"she said with a chuckle, her eyes betraying her relief and excitement. "I have no idea how we're going to make this work."

"I had no idea how Liz and I were going to make it work, when we found out about Becky. But we did. You and I will, too," he said with a reassuring smile. "We have approximately seven months and three weeks to figure it out. You do realize what that means?"

"That we better start thinking about a nursery?"

McCoy shook his head as his hand carefully caressed her abdomen.

"We got married almost three weeks ago. A week after Sam and Danielle, to the day. When we got married -when you spoke to Father Angus about children? Brooke," he said with a mischevous smile,"you were already pregnant. I know it's early. It's hard to know exactly when you conceived. It might have happened the night of Sam and Danielle's wedding. But, you were definitely pregnant when we got married," he said as his eyes danced with wonder.

"So you do believe in fate, destiny, and other things that can't be seen or touched," she asked with amusement.

"I'll tell you what I believe in," he said as he lean over her and moved the hair away from her face. "I believe in you, Mrs. McCoy."