SLIGHT, slight mention of sex in this chapter. Nothing explicit whatsoever, but just a warning.

Claire sighed as she lowered the baby back into his crib.

Little Henry Joseph Petrelli was an angel.

Claire had heard horror stories about babies who cried constantly, who screamed and wailed for hours on end, and Henry was the complete opposite. He only cried when he was hungry, or when he had soiled his diaper, and the rest of the time he simply stared up at her with his father's huge, dark eyes.

Peter walked up behind Claire, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her flush against his chest. He pressed a kiss to her temple, and nestled his chin into the crook of her neck. "He's so perfect."

Claire nodded, relaxing against her husband. "He looks exactly like you."

Peter chuckled. "But he has his mother's nose."

Claire laughed, nodding. "That he does."

She turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. She reached her hands up to play with his bangs. "Here's hoping he has his daddy's hair."

Peter smiled down at her, his eyes shining. "How did I get so unbelievably lucky?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, how did you?"

He shook his head, leaning down and capturing her lips with his.

They walked across the hall to their bedroom, hand in hand.

Two years later, Peter sat in a huge armchair, bouncing his son on his knee.

Henry giggled and shrieked as he was bounced up and down. "Faster, Daddy! Faster!"

Claire paused in the doorway to watch her husband and son, resting her hand on her hip. "Honey, do you really think it's wise to be bouncing him around like that when he just ate breakfast twenty minutes ago?"

Peter looked up sheepishly, his familiar lopsided smile firmly in place. "Sorry, Mom."

He hoisted the little boy down to the floor, and patted his rear-end. "Why don't you go find your shoes. You and Mommy and I are going to see Uncle Nathan and Aunt Heidi and your cousins."

Henry squealed, darting down the hallway to his room in search of his shoes.

Claire walked over to her husband, plopping down on his knee.

Peter grinned up at her. "Well, well. A precious second alone." He leaned in and kissed her roughly, reminding her of life before parenthood.

There brief moment was interrupted by little Henry's reappearance, shoes in hand. "I found them, Daddy!"

Peter sighed, pushing his forehead against Claire's. "Good job, buddy."

Claire stood up, winking at Peter. "I'm going to go change, and then we can leave."

Peter nodded, the taste of Claire's lip gloss lingering in his mouth.

Right then, he made a decision.

They needed some time alone.

"Come here, Henry. Your shoes are on the wrong feet."

Claire threw her head back and laughed as Henry wrestled with Simon and Monty a few feet away from their picnic site.

Claire wouldn't have taken Nathan for much of a picnic person, but the congressman seemed very much relaxed.

Peter was sitting on the edge of the lake with his older brother, talking to him in hushed tones.

Heidi began to gather their garbage, and Claire hurried to help her. "What do you think our husbands are talking about?"

Heidi glanced over her shoulder. "Hmm, good question. Probably something to do with politics knowing my Nathan."

Claire chuckled, nodding. "Probably."

Heidi smiled as she observed Henry playing with his older cousins. "Henry is adorable."

Claire nodded, pausing to reprimand her son. "Henry, not so rough!"

She turned back to her sister-in-law. "We love him to death. But Peter and I haven't had a moment alone since he was born. We haven't…" She bowed her head, a blush staining her cheeks.

She lowered her voice a few notches. "We haven't made love in over three months. That's a record for Peter and I."

Heidi smiled softly. "You need some time away."

Claire nodded, sighing.

Peter and Nathan stood, making their way over to their wives. Peter knelt down next to Claire, dropping a kiss on her cheek. "Guess what?"

Claire tilted her head. "Um…you're pregnant."

Peter shook his head. "You're a funny one, aren't you?"

Claire nodded. "Yes, dear."

Peter kissed her mouth lightly. "Nathan and Heidi have agreed to take the munchkin for the weekend so you and I can get some much-needed alone time."

Claire's face lit up. "Oh, thank you!"

Nathan smiled. "Anything for you two."

Claire snuggled into her husband's chest, smiling broadly.

Peter rolled off of Claire, panting heavily. "God, Claire. You are so incredible."

Claire giggled softly. "Not so bad yourself, big boy."

He chuckled, smoothing her damp hair away from her face.

Claire looked over at the clock. "Do you think it's too late to call Nathan and Heidi?"

Peter groaned. "Claire, you checked on him three hours ago. I'm sure he's fine."

Claire smiled, burying her face in his chest. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just that we've never been away from him. I miss him."

Peter smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Me too."

It was quiet for a few minutes, and then Peter cleared his throat. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to check in on him just one more time before he goes to sleep…"

Claire squealed, sitting up and reaching across him to grab the phone. She dialed the number, listening as it rang several times.

Finally, Nathan's voice came over the phone. "H…Hello?"

Claire's eyebrows furrowed. "Nathan? It's Claire. Are you okay?"

Nathan's voice came out choked and hurried. "Claire, you and Peter need to get back here. Now."

Claire's eyes widened in fear. "Why? Nathan, what's wrong?"

Peter sat up, the look on his wife's face frightening him.

Claire only heard one word before she passed out. "Sylar."

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