In the middle of May, Heidi walked into Nathan's law offices one afternoon. The receptionist smiled politely at her, then with more warmth as she recognized Heidi from the pictures in her boss' office.

"Hello!"

"Yes, hello. Is Nathan in?" Heidi asked. "You can tell him his wife is here and needs to talk to him for a few minutes, privately."

"Of course." The receptionist relayed the message and then directed Heidi to her husband's office. She didn't need the directions. She'd been here several times when he'd first opened the offices, but not since then. The receptionist was a new feature as he'd started to get income and clients. She was an older woman and Heidi found that comforting. As far as she could tell, the "new" Nathan as he sometimes jokingly called himself was much more faithful and devoted to her than the "old" one had been. She liked the change.

He opened the door for her when she arrived, with a concerned expression. She'd gone to see the doctor today, which had relieved him greatly. She'd been sounding different to him for some weeks. When she'd commented last week she was nauseous as well, he'd been alarmed and insisted she go to the doctor immediately. He couldn't tell her what he heard. He was frustrated she'd almost laughed off his concern, telling him she wanted to wait a little longer before going. Why wait? What if something's wrong? But it was her decision and now that she'd finally gone he was hopeful it was nothing to be worried about.

She looked happy, so he suspected it was good news. She still sounded different, but he'd noticed people's songs changed over time. Her's had just changed more abruptly than anyone else he'd paid attention to. Maybe it was because they'd become intimate? Does love sound different? He didn't know. Even with everything he'd learned in the last few months, there was still so much he didn't know. Every answer gave him ten more questions.

"Nathan," she smiled and looped her hands behind his neck and pressed close to him.

"Mm," he smiled and looked at her through pleased eyes. She practically glowed. He thought it was a good look on her. He shut the door behind her with a flick of his fingers.

"I have good news," she told him.

"Oh? Clean bill of health then? I'm worrying too much again?"

She laughed. "You just wait. I'll give you something to worry about!" He grinned back at her and she studied his face. He was still waiting for her to tell him what was going on. He really doesn't know, she thought. That's funny.

She decided not to keep him in suspense. "Mr. Petrelli, you are going to be a father again."

His face fell in what she hoped was surprise and he stared at her blankly. She had a few seconds of apprehension before he grinned like a maniac and picked her up, swinging her around. Her heels hit one of his chairs and she yelped. He put her down, but his enthusiasm was still infectious. He whooped excitedly. The lights flickered and popped. You'd think it was his first time, she thought.

He looked up at the lights with a sheepish expression for a moment. "Oops." He looked back at her and moved to embrace her, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her deeply, passionately. She pushed him away finally, needing the air. He was very happy to be holding her close, she noticed. She put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him lightly, pushing him back when he tried to repeat his earlier passion.

"We're in your office," she reminded him.

"Yeah," he said breathily. "First time for everywhere." He tugged at her dress.

"No," she was still smiling. He let her push his hands away.

"I just want to celebrate."

"We can celebrate later. At home."

"Mm. Spoilsport." He leaned in and kissed her again, gently and tenderly. Then he stepped away, adjusted his slacks and went to look out the window, hands on his hips. "Wow," he said quietly. That explains all kinds of things. How wondrous! Incredible. Maybe my ability is useful for something after all! I'll get to hear it growing…

She walked up next to him and rested her head on his shoulder as he looked out at the city. After a long, lovely moment, she said, "We should think about names."

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I won't know that for weeks, maybe months. You know that!" she teased.

He nodded and wrapped one arm around her waist. "You know I didn't pay much attention for Monty and Simon. But I will this time, I promise." He turned and put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

"I believe you," she said.

They looked at each other for a long moment before she said, "Really now, I want you to think about names. You didn't last time. Well, both times."

He nodded. "Okay, okay, I will." He tilted his head and looked off into the middle distance. "If it's a girl, I like the name Elle."

"Elle? That's pretty. Do we know anyone named Elle?"

He shook his head. "No. Another life." She nodded. Nathan still kept his secrets from her, but she could live with them. Secrets aside, Nathan's life centered around her and the kids, not his brother, his mother or his ambitions. She was overjoyed with what they had together. It was closer and warmer than anything she'd ever had before.

"What if it's a boy?" she prompted.

"A boy?"

She nodded.

He considered for a moment. "How do you feel about Noah?"

"Noah? He's that friend of your family's, right? Claire's adoptive father?"

He nodded. "I owe the Bennets a lot. More than you know. More than I can tell."

She nodded in agreement. "Noah is a good name. I like it. If it's a boy, then Noah it is."