A/N: Disclaimer ('cause I don't really have anything to say)...I do not own anything relating to 'Flightplan' (damn), but I do own Joanna, James, and Zeke, so no touchy.

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Around dinnertime, Rich and I forced ourselves out of bed. Dinner needed to be made and I wanted to check on James.

Disentangling myself from Rich, I got out of bed, and put on my robe. I let Rich stay in bed until he was ready to get up. He was awake, just didn't feel like getting out of the bed yet.

Opening the door of our room, I walked out and down the hall, then down the stairs. When I got to the family room, I turned on the light and went in to turn off the DVD player. Turning to James, I saw he had indeed fallen asleep; his sippy cup was on its side on the floor, the boat was still clutched in his arm along with Zeke, he was wrapped up in the blanket, and was laying completely on the pillow, his mouth hanging open.

Smirking, I pushed a lock of his shaggy hair out of his face, then kissed his forehead. Picking up the tipped cup, I left the room, turning out the light.

I went into the kitchen to start dinner. Taking some boneless chicken out of the refrigerator, I set it in the sink as I took a pan out of the cabinet and set it on the stove. While the pan was heating up, I took the chicken out of the sink, put it on a cutting board, and cut it into portion-sized pieces. I then put the pieces in the pan to cook.

While the chicken was cooking, I got the plates, silverware, and cups out of the cabinets and drawers. Once I set the dinnerware on the table, Rich walked into the kitchen wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. I grinned at him as I went to the freezer and got out some frozen vegetables as a side dish. When I put the vegetables in another pan and put them on the stove, I stirred the chicken, then leaned my back against the sink.

Rich came up and stood in front of me, placing his hands on my hips. He leaned against me, our bodies molding together.

"Feeling better?" I asked, putting my hands on his arms, near his elbows.

"Much better," he said, smirking that smirk of his, then leaned in to kiss me soundly.

"Good," I replied once he moved his lips from mine to my neck.

We were close enough to the stove, so I reached out with my right hand and stirred the chicken and veggies before wrapping my arms around Rich.

As Rich kissed my neck, I tilted my head back to give him access to my throat...which was where he was anyway. I closed my eyes lightly, as he kissed down my throat to my collar bone, where he brought his right hand up to my shoulder. Sliding the edge of my robe off my shoulder, Rich continued to kiss from my collar bone to my shoulder, then back again. He then kissed down the middle of my chest.

When he reached the spot where the two sides of my robe met, I opened my eyes and picked up my head.

"Rich," I said, my voice coming out strangled, as I attempted to stop him.

"Jo," he said, bringing his lips back up to mine.

"Rich, please..." as much as I loved his kisses (and more), all three of us needed to eat.

"Please what?" he asked, a breath away from my lips.

"Please stop. Dinner's going to burn," I said, but didn't take my arms away from him.

"Let it burn," he growled huskily.

He was being very...passionate ever since we got home.

"If you want to go without food, that's fine, but I want to eat, and I'm sure James will be hungry, too," I replied, reluctantly dropping my arms from around him.

He furrowed his brow at me as his hands dropped from my body...but he still leaned against me.

I sighed as I brought a hand to my eyes. "Once James goes to sleep for the night," I said, softly.

"Okay, fine," he agreed.

Grinning slightly, I reached over to stir the food again.

"I owe you a massage, anyway...body massage, maybe?"

"Yes, you do owe me," Rich wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. "Body massage sounds good."

I felt him grin as he kissed my shoulder.

"Dinner's just about ready. Could you wake up James and get him in here?" I asked with a small laugh.

"Sure," he replied, then after another kiss, left the kitchen to go into the family room to get James.

Once the chicken and veggies were done, I took them out of the pans and put them on the plates. Just as I placed the last plate on the table, Rich came back into the room carrying a half-asleep James (still holding onto the boat and Zeke) and the sippy cup.

Walking over to James, I pried the boat out of his hands, and took it to the stairs where it would be put with the others later. Coming back into the kitchen, I saw that Rich and James were sitting at the table.

"What do you want to drink?" I asked, looking over at Rich as I went to the refrigerator.

"Is there any beer left?" he countered.

Opening the fridge, I saw two bottles of the beer left. I took one bottle out, along with the cranberry juice.

"There's another one in there yet," I said, handing the beer to Rich.

He nodded, as he twisted off the cap.

I poured the cranberry juice in my cup before I addressed James. "James, what do you want to drink?"

"Juice," was his sleepy reply after a yawn.

Taking the cranberry juice back to the fridge, I took out the apple juice for James.

"Where's his cup?" I asked Rich.

"On the counter, next to the sink," he answered, nodding in the direction of the sink.

I turned around and took the lid off the cup. Seeing that there was still some milk in the cup, I dumped the rest down the sink, then rinsed it out before pouring the juice in it.

After I put the container back in the fridge, I brought James' cup back over to him. Rich cut up James' chicken, while I put one of each vegetable on his plate.

"Do I have to eat the 'veg-ables'?" James asked, a little more awake once he saw what I put on his plate.

"At least one big bite of each," I said, smirking at the disgusted face he was making.

"What if I don't want to?" he pouted.

"Then we don't play your new game," I responded, looking him in the eye with a straight face.

"But you promised."

"If you don't eat your vegetables, then we don't play the game and you get a bath and go to bed earlier."

It was just a mixture of carrots, snow peas, corn, broccoli, and cauliflower...so I understood why he didn't want to eat them (I was in college by the time I acquired a taste for cauliflower), but I wanted him to eat at least semi-healthy and to try them.

"But mommy..." James started to whine.

"James, do you want to know a trick?" Rich asked him softly, leaning towards him.

James nodded vigorously.

"Hold your nose when you eat the vegetables. You won't be able to taste them."

"Rich!" I chastised, with a smirk that I couldn't help.

"You want him to eat them, don't you?" Rich asked, turning towards me with a devilish grin.

"Well, yes, but...oh, never mind. As long as he eats them," I gave up.

As I went to cut my own chicken, I looked over to James and saw him pinch his nose closed. He brought a piece of broccoli up to his mouth and chewed it, making a face. When he swallowed the veggie, he took his hand away from his nose, then looked at Rich, then me, and smiled wide.

"Very good. Now eat the rest," I said.

James dug into the rest of his food with gusto, as Rich and I took our time.

After we finished eating, I put the plates in the sink, then headed back upstairs to put some clothes on. I tossed my silky pajamas on, then my robe again, before heading back down the stairs to the sitting room. James was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket with Zeke at his side. I think Rich was in the kitchen washing the dishes.

"Are you cold?" I asked James.

He nodded as I went to the fireplace and started a fire. Once the fire was blazing, I sat on the ledge and looked over at my son.

"Come here, we'll warm up," I said, opening my arms to him.

James scooted to the edge of the couch and hopped down, the blanket still around him. He made his way over to me being careful not to trip on the blanket. When he stood in front of me, I turned him around and pulled him onto my lap, wrapping my arms securely around him, and resting my head on top of his.

It seemed that once we got home, I had recovered from what had happened. But even though I had James in my arms, it still felt like the whole situation hit too close to home, even if my life and Pratt's were nothing alike. I wouldn't know what would happen to James if something had happened to Rich and I.

I felt my eyes start to well up, and I held onto James a little tighter. Closing my eyes, I willed myself not to cry again.

When I heard footsteps from the kitchen, I opened my eyes, and looked up at Rich. He looked back at me, then came over to sit next to me on the ledge. I picked my head up off of James' as Rich went to ruffle his hair. Putting his free arm on the back of my neck (under my hair), Rich moved as close as he could to me, then looked into my eyes. After seeing my unshed tears, he leaned towards me, and after nuzzling me, gave me a kiss. We then rested our foreheads together.

"Can we play now?" James asked, tilting his head back against my chest to look up at us.

Rich turned his head to look at James, while my head just fell onto his shoulder.

"Yes, go get it," he said.

I reluctantly let go of James as he got off my lap, leaving the blanket on me, and rushed over to the coffee table to get the game. Rich and I moved to the floor to have our backs against the ledge and the fire. Rich then leaned towards me.

"You going to be all right?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, bringing a hand up to my eyes to wipe at them. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Rich kissed my cheek as James came back over to us, carrying the game. James set the game on the floor in front of us, then planted himself back in my lap and I wrapped the blanket back around him. I tickled him and, as he giggled, I smiled.

Rich put his hand on my back and rubbed it before he opened the box of the game.

After three rounds of James' new game (where I won once and James the other two times with some dramatic pouting from Rich), James curled up on my lap and yawned very wide.

"Are you getting sleepy?" I asked, looking down at him, and moving his hair out of his eyes.

"A little," he answered.

"You should be," Rich said looking at the clock on the wall. "It's way past your bedtime."

Looking up at the clock, I saw that Rich was indeed correct. It was two hours past James' bedtime.

"All right, you. Come on, let's get you to bed," I said to James, lifting him into my arms. Somehow, I managed to stand up, then looked back down at Rich. "Could you get this cleaned up? Then I'll meet you in our room."

Rich smirked wolfishly, then nodded as he went to clean up the mess James made with the cards from the game, but stopped me.

"Jo, don't forget Zeke," he said, pointing to the couch.

Nodding, I went to the couch, picked up Zeke, and handed him to James. I took James up to his room and helped him change into a clean set of pajamas. When he was changed, I turned down the sheets to his bed, then went to sit in the rocking chair, while he went to get a book for me to read to him. James came over to me, carrying the book we read the night before Rich and I left. Grinning, I took the book from him, then lifted him onto my lap, and rocked us as I read the book to him.

By the middle of the book, James was fast asleep in my arms. I kissed his forehead as I closed the book and set it on the floor. Slowly, so as not to wake him, I lifted James off my lap, and took him to his bed. After I tucked him in, I kissed him one more time, making sure not to get smacked in the face, then grinned as I watched him for a moment: his mouth slowly hung open as he laid on his back, clutching Zeke to his side.

I walked to the door, then just before I turned out the light, I turned on his plane nightlight. I then turned out his main light, and closed the door most of the way closed.

Heading down and across the hall, I walked into our bedroom, and closed the door behind me, leaning against it with a sigh. Rich was sitting in the chair by the window; he got up and walked over to me.

Leaning down to kiss me, he went for the tie of my robe and untied it. Rich slid his hands under my robe, around my waist, and up my back to my shoulders. He slid my robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen our kiss, then ran my fingers through his hair. Bringing my hands to his back, I pulled his shirt up and over his head slowly, letting it fall to the floor with my robe. Then I pushed him away from me, smirking devilishly. He looked down at me with a confused look, but I just kept smirking, and pushed him back towards the bed. Running into the edge, he stumbled, and sat on the bed. Moving swiftly, I jumped up on the bed behind him and put my hands on his shoulders.

"I said I'd give you a massage," I whispered seductively in his ear, starting my massage.

"Mmm, and you're doing a good job so far, Love," he replied, tilting his head back with closed eyes.

"And I'm not even close to being done with you, Captain," I continued to whisper.

Let me just say that Rich and I were up for most of the night...

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A/N: Just a heads up: The next chapter looks like it'll be the last one. So enjoy this story while you can...if you don't, then why the hell did you stick around?

Reviews, please? I'll take anything at this point.