"She's sleeping," Sarah said quietly as she carefully closed the door behind her after checking on their daughter.

"Good. Where were we?" Jim asked from his seated position in bed as he pulled the duvet up to entice her back to bed.

She smiled and headed straight for the bed. She was wearing Jim's shirt and decided it was far too comfortable to take off. She slid in between his legs and rested her head against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin against her head. He held her for some time and said nothing; simply enjoying the feeling of her in his arms. "How do you feel?" he asked her after a few minutes.

"Great," she answered happily.

He put his left hand on hers and stretched it out before them, holding the back of her hand facing them. He stroked his thumb across her wedding ring and smiled. "I'm so glad I married you."

She smiled. "Me, too."

"I'm sorry I took so long to ask," he added.

"You had to be sure you could trust me. That I wasn't going to go running back off to the Zerg." She understood his reasons for waiting and didn't blame him.

"Do you..." he paused. "Do you want to renew our vows?" he asked softly.

"What? You mean like get married again?" she asked confused.

"Yeah."

She thought for a moment. "Why?" She could tell in his head he was thinking about having a big ceremony.

"Why?" he repeated out of shock. "I want to stand in front of everyone and tell them how much I love you. We've had a rough patch and I want to prove to you we're over it."

She smiled. "You already proved it to me." She brought their hands back towards her and placed his arm back around her. She held his arms tightly and snuggled down into his embrace.

"You don't want to renew our vows?" he asked a little disappointed she wasn't keen on the idea.

"We've both been true to our vows so I don't see that we need to," She smiled. "You promised to love me, honour me and keep me, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live. We just had one of those 'worse' bits."

He smiled. "You're right." He held her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

She let out a small yawn.

"Sleepy?" he laughed.

"Yeah," she said as she snuggled down further in his arms.

"Hey, stop a minute," he told her suddenly as he looked at her head. "Don't move."

She froze at his request. "What's up?" she asked.

"Something in your dreadlocks," he said as he looked into the mass of tendrils. He unwrapped his arms from her and he used a hand to push a few of them aside and noticed a bright spot of red at the base of one of them. "Did you catch one of these?" he asked as he saw crusted blood on her scalp.

"I don't remember doing so," she answered trying to remember if she felt any pain.

He gently put his finger against the spot and stroked it. That confirmed it. It was hair. Actual hair.

She flinched at the unfamiliar sensation.

He smiled. "Can you feel that?" he asked as he stroked the small patch of hair.

"What is it?" she asked as the feeling seemed so usual yet somewhat familiar.

"One of the tendrils has pulled away from your head a little bit. It looks there is hair growing under it or inside it or something," he told her optimistically.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Let's go to the bathroom so I can get a better look and clean off the blood around it," he told her.

She scooted forward on the bed and jumped off, both anxious and excited to find out if she had hair. She waited for Jim to pull on a pair of jeans and led him towards the bathroom.

"Sit down," he said to her softly as he turned on the light.

She sat on the edge of the bath and waited for him.

He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a disinfectant wipe. "This might sting a little," he told her as he placed it against her scalp.

She flinched at the initial contact but it didn't hurt too much.

"You alright?" he asked as he gently wiped the wipe around the base of the tendril.

"Yeah," she answered. "Do I really have hair growing there?" she asked hopefully.

He'd cleaned enough of the blood away to tell there was defiantly hair running from her head into the tendril. "It's defiantly hair. As red as Karol's."

Sarah smiled. "Do you think my hair's growing back?" there was excitement in her voice.

"I dunno," he said as to not get her hopes up. "I can only see a bit at the base where the tendril has pulled away. We should take you to the doctor tomorrow," he told her.

"Can you pull the tendril away more and get a better look?" she asked.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said softly. "It can wait."

"Jim," she said as she turned her head to look at him. "You know if you don't do it, I'll try to do it myself. I know you'll be a lot gentler than I will," she added.

"I am not going to start ripping your skin off," he told her adamantly. "And neither are you." He came to sit beside her on the bath and took her hands in his. "Perhaps this is your hair growing back; but you shouldn't try pulling at it. You don't want to rip it out, do you?"

She forced a smile to show she knew he was right.

"We'll go to the doctor tomorrow and he'll be able to tell us more, ok?"

"Ok," she pouted.

He smiled at her and pushed a stray tendril off her face lovingly. "You know you are beautiful regardless of what's on your head," he told her sweetly.

She didn't look at him and kept her eyes down. "It's a constant reminder every day though," she said regretfully.

He sighed. "Taking away your dreadlocks won't take away your memories," he told her truthfully.

"I know," she forced a smile. "But maybe it'll help all those people out there see me as a Terran and not as some ugly Zerg."

He put his finger beneath her chin and raised her face to his. "You are the most beautiful Terran in this universe," he promised her.

She smiled at him.

He used his other hand to stroke some of her tendrils and smiled. "I know you hate these," he said softly. "But considering you were mutated into an alien and back again - twice - you got away pretty lightly," he laughed.

She forced a laugh, too.

He brought a tendril to his lips and kissed it gently. "I'll be sad to see these go actually," he said lovingly. "Most of our memories involve you looking the way you do now. I don't see Zerg when I look at these... when I look at you. I just see the woman I love who happens to have brown dreadlocks."

She smiled.

"Let's go to sleep," he suggested.

"Yeah," she agreed.

He stood up and held his hand out to her.

She took it and followed him to their bed.