A/N: To Guest, Guest, and Guest: I'm so glad that you enjoyed the proposal and the twist with Savannah. Sorry to make you wait, my usual turn around on adding new chapters is about a week. Savannah: Always glad to hear from you. Hope you don't mind that your namesake is stirring up all kinds of trouble. ;)

It was a little after four in the morning when the infant cries of Emily Cadence began to surround the walls of Loretta's guest house. Emily may have been born 4 weeks early but one thing was certain she had a healthy set of lungs.

"It's your turn," Brody said sleepily as she turned into Chris.

"Right on time," Chris dropped a kiss to Brody's forehead before climbing out of bed.

Emily had established a two and a half hour feeding pattern which kept them up for most of the night. By the time they had fed and changed her it was almost time to get up again. But LaSalle didn't mind. He enjoyed taking of Brody and their daughter.

Brody was three weeks post-surgery and had at least another three weeks to go before she could lift anything over five pounds so that meant the majority of the time Chris had to fetch Emily. Breast feeding was difficult for Brody since she had been on a host of medications following the surgery, so for the most part Emily was primarily bottle fed.

Chris walked into the kitchen and took the bottle out of the refrigerator before placing it into the warmer and then went to go get Emily. After he had fed and changed her he deposited himself on the couch and turned on the television deciding to take the next two hour stretch so that Brody could sleep without being disturbed.

Finding nothing he deemed appropriate, he flipped to the Golf Channel where he caught a rerun of the most recent Master's Tournament. "What do you say, Ladybug? You wanna watch some golf?" He gently bounced Emily as she lay up on his shoulder, happily suckling on her pacifier.

Brody finally emerged from the bedroom at 8:30 to find LaSalle passed out on the couch with Emily sleeping on his chest. She was about to wake him and send him off to bed when his phone beeped. No doubt, it was work. Probably another dead body that needed to be processed and a new case that needed to be solved.

Brody picked up his phone and read the text as Chris started to stir. "It's Pride. He's says he has more on the Sarin case."

"Tell him, I'll be right there." Chris stretched gingerly as not to disturb Emily. "You wanna take her?"

"Put her in the bouncer," Brody smiled hoping to get a cup of coffee in before her motherly duties kicked in again. She loved being a mother to Emily but what she loved more was watching Chris play the part of Dad. He was so good at it. Not, that she didn't think he wouldn't be, given the amount of time he spent at the Children's hospital. But there was something about him, fatherhood seemed to come to him almost naturally to the thirty-two year old agent.

After placing Emily in the bouncer, Chris walked over to Brody and gave her a couple of quick pecks.

"Go shower," she told him, punctuating her words with kisses. "I'll have coffee ready to go when you get out."

For several moments, she stood there listening for the sound of the water and when she was certain that he was showering she walked over to the built-in that housed the TV and pulled out the photo album that James had made for her and inserted the last picture. It was one of the three them that Loretta had taken the day they brought Emily home from the hospital. Now the album was complete.

Listening for Chris, Brody expertly dressed the album in a pink ribbon and matching bow and then set it next to his travel mug; along with a picture of Emily's footprint and the words We love you.

"What's this?" Chris looked surprised when he came back out the kitchen to find the album sitting there.

"Just a little something for being such a great dad and future husband," Brody pressed to her tiptoes and kissed him.

Chris closed his eyes and sighed returning the kiss in full. He wished he didn't have to go work. Now that Brody was feeling better her affection towards him was starting to show again and he liked that. "I'll try to be back as soon as I can." He said tugging at the front of her robe as she started to break away.

"Go," she laughed, as he kissed her again. "You're going to be late."

Chris kissed Emily on the forehead before scooping up the album and his coffee mug.

Brody walked with him to the door and ran her hand down his back as he stepped out on the porch. "Hey, Chris?"

"Yeah?" he called back over his shoulder.

"What do you think of August 28th?"

He looked at her confused. "What happens on August 28th?"

Brody laughed, playing his confusion off as sleep deprivation. "Hopefully our wedding that is of course unless you have something else planned."

August 28th. That wouldn't give him much time to take care of his situation with Savannah but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.

"I'll have to let you know when I get back," he grinned in time with his phone ringing at his hip. "I gotta take this."

Adult Mental Health Services

"Sign 'em, now," LaSalle slapped a packet of divorce papers onto Savannah's desk. It had taken a favor from a judge and the promise of his second born child to have them drawn up so quickly but now all he needed was Savannah's signature and a speedy processor and it would be done.

Savannah picked up the paperwork and glanced at it unimpressed. "No."

LaSalle's face twisted in a mixture of hatred and disgust. Savannah had once been a very kind and loving person but now he didn't know who she was or where her overall spitefulness was stemming. Well, in all honesty he did. He'd screwed her over and now she was making him pay for it.

"Why?"

Savannah pushed the paperwork back towards him. "Because Cade wanted you and I to have babies together and I want to do the best I can to honor his wishes."

Seriously? LaSalle had to bite his lip to keep from going bat crazy all over her. Yes, it was true Cade had told her that one day he wanted his baby brother to have children with Savannah but that was when he thought she was the one who had gotten away. Cade had never known Chris to be in love with anyone else if he had any idea about Brody he would have been elated for his baby brother.

Chris' eyes narrowed. "You didn't care about Cade."

"That's not true, Cade was my patient. I cared about him very much," Savannah shot back. LaSalle watched her as she circled around the desk and reached for his hand. "But more importantly, I care about you. I love you, and I know we can get past this."

LaSalle nearly laughed out aloud as he pulled his hand from hers. She was delusional. Keeping his anger in check, he spoke very calmly. Like Savannah, he was trained in the art of negotiation and he would treat her like a suspect who needed talking down from the ledge.

"You know that I am in love with Brody and that we have a child together. Why would you think that there's any hope of us working things out?" He didn't want to use the words I don't love you anymore because that would be cruel but he would if she continued to push his hand.

Savannah clicked her cheek disapprovingly. "Does Brody even know we're married?"

"That's not your concern," Chris returned darkly.

Humph. Savannah made a noise that reflected sarcasm. "You, Chris LaSalle, are playing with fire."

Chris palmed the desk, before pushing the papers back in her direction. "Just sign the papers."

Not that it matter. He didn't really need her signature; it would just take longer without it.

"You know that if I don't sign these, the judge will make us attend us counseling." Savannah retorted smugly. "Could take months, maybe even a year or two."

Chris dipped his head. There was one thing about Savannah she knew how to play the system.

Savannah watched as his head popped back up and the veins in his neck began to bulge. She also knew that he had a temper that he kept buried most of the time, but it was most definitely there and at the moment his facial expression said he was pissed.

Walk away, just walk away a little voice inside of his head kept repeating as his jaw clenched and his lips pursed. Marshaling his rage, he did an about face and headed for the door, slamming it behind him.

Percy was waiting for him in the hall. "So you gonna tell me, what's up between you and the mermaid?" she asked following in line with his step.

"Nope," he seethed, heading for the truck.

Percy purposely waited until he opened up the door and climbed into the cab before deciding to call him out on his little secret. "You do know that divorce petitions are published in the paper and online, right? They were apart of the open and public records act and by law in the state of Louisiana were required to be published.

Chris glared at her as she slid into the passenger. "Since when do you read the paper?"

Percy shrugged, nonchalantly. "Since I decided to go fishin.'"

"Fishin,'" LaSalle repeated. "Is that what you call snooping around in other people's business?"

"I prefer the term, lookin' out for my family," Percy returned coolly. "Does Pride know?"

Chris gave a shrug of his own. "Now, I guess that would depend if he still reads the paper."

"And what about Brody?"