Jack spent the night in the ICU waiting room, going to be with his son when he'd wake up and then returning to the too small couch in the small waiting room. He'd considered the couch in his office where'd he'd caught many naps over the years, but didn't want to be that far away from Andrew. There were a couple of other parents sharing the waiting room with him, but he chose to keep to himself, needing the quiet time to think, to figure out what kind of man he was and if he really was capable of turning his back on what was realistically his half brother.
It was morning and Andrew was awake and not happy about being caged in a hospital crib so Jack was walking the halls with him, waiting for them to prepare a regular room for him. The boy was still on the groggy side and slept on and off, his small body healing from the trauma it had endured. With a room finally ready for him, Jack laid the sleepy child on the bed that was supposed to be for the parent, opting not to cage him in the crib they had prepared for him. Andrew rolled onto his stomach and went to sleep.
Jack sat on the bed watching his son sleep and wondered if he had the right to deny him his younger brother, if his pride and hurt feelings gave him the right to make a decision that affected so many people. He was startled out of his deep thoughts by the vibration of his cell phone in his pocket. It was Kate. He took a deep breath and answered the call.
"Hey." He said softly.
"Hey yourself, how's Andrew?" Kate asked.
"He's better. The pediatrician was in earlier this morning to check on him and he's in a regular room now. He said he could probably come home tomorrow if he continues to improve." Jack said.
"That's great, give him a kiss for me." Kate said.
"I will, but he'd probably rather have it from you personally. He's already asked about you a couple of times today." Jack said.
"I can't Jack, there are too many kids here that need my attention. What about you? How are you?" Kate asked.
"I'm fine, tired, but fine, call Elisha and see if she'll come and stay with the kids. I need to see you, talk to you." Jack said.
"No Jack, I think it's best if we don't see each other until we can talk about what happened last night and you need Andrew off your mind to do that, so I'll see you both when you come home. Okay?" Kate suggested her tone soft, but unwavering.
"Okay and Kate……I love you." Jack said and ended the call without giving her a chance to respond.
A few minutes had passed and he heard a light knocking on the door right before his mother entered the room. He'd called her the night before, lonely, overwhelmed and in need of a mother and she didn't disappoint, allowing him to vent his frustrations without offering anything more than words of support. She didn't criticize him and even managed to dig deep enough to find some compassion for her only son. She promised to stop by and check on Andrew and true to her word here she was. Jack stood up, kissed her on the cheek and pulled a chair over to the bed so she could sit down. She sat down and handed Jack a framed picture.
"Is that the one you were talking about?" His mother asked.
"Yeah, thanks." Jack said.
"How is he Jack? His color looks good." She said.
"He improving, I think he's going to be okay." Jack said.
"Why did you want that picture Jack? You couldn't have been more than six or seven months old when that was taken?" She asked.
"Mom I know that things between us haven't always been great, but there are things going on in my life right now that individually I could deal with, but with them all pooled together and clobbering me at once, I feel like I might lose my mind and I need you right now, I just need you to be my mother." Jack said sadly.
"What's the matter Jack? Are you sick? Did something happen to Kate or the kids?" She asked being able to see immediately that he couldn't handle anything more than her being a mother to him, so close to snapping, so close to the edge she'd seen Christian hit and stumble over for years.
"No, I'm not sick, well my hand isn't getting better, but that's not at the top of the list of issues at the moment. We need to talk about Dad and why I wanted you to bring this picture to me." Jack said.
"Okay, but why so serious, almost morose Jack, how bad could it be?" She said.
"It's bad mom and I can't deal with it on my own, I don't know what's right anymore and you're the only person that knows what it's like." Jack explained his tone starting to scare her a little.
"What, what is like?" She asked.
"What it's like to continue to love him when he deserves to be hated, what it's like to keep making excuses for him and what it's like to wonder why he could never love us back just as unconditionally." Jack said.
"Jack, he was a complicated man, we both know that, but he's gone, so what's the point in opening up old wounds." She asked.
"Mom, I asked you to bring me this picture because last night I saw this same face and the resemblance was so startling that the picture I'd seen on the piano my entire life immediately flashed into my head. He's gone mom, but he left a piece of himself behind." Jack said.
"So what are you saying Jack? Your father had an affair that produced a child?" She asked, her tone calm as if the news that her husband had cheated on her was nothing to get upset about, that she was used to it.
"No, not an affair, supposedly it was just a one night thing, two drunk people comforting each other. The other drunk just happened to be my wife, but hey, it's not like I was ever allowed to have something that dad couldn't so why should I be surprised. Right?" Jack spat noticing real emotion registering on his mother's face for the first time in a really long time.
"Jack, how…..I mean are you sure?" She asked.
"When I went to Maine to get the twins a few months ago, I discovered Sarah had an infant. The math suggested that he could be mine so I had DNA tests run. I guess that'll teach me to dig for answers huh?" Jack said with sick laugh.
"I'm sorry Jack." She said.
"Don't apologize for him mom. Aren't you as sick of it as I am? It's just you and me now and I guess it's time to decide if we continue to let the great Christian Shephard rule our lives or if we move on, accept and love him for what he was, but stop making excuses for the things he did, which brings up the baby. What do we do about the latest thing he did?" He asked.
"Why do we need to decide what do with the baby Jack? It's Sarah's child." Margo argued.
"Not anymore. She dumped him in my lap last night. She's gone, took off, says she has to erase all traces of me from her life or she can't be happy. I get the twins and you know I'm happy about that, but I've also got this six month old little boy that I could choose to raise as my own or I can make arrangements to have him privately adopted." Jack explained.
"What do you want to do Jack?" She asked.
"My initial reaction was to call the authorities and report him as abandoned, but Kate threatened to leave me if I did something that cold and unfeeling. I don't know mom, I don't think I have any feelings about it. Right now he's just a baby that needs a home and I could send him away and he would most likely have a happy life, but do I have the right to that? He's Kayla and Andrew's brother and he's also my brother. How fucked up is that? I can hear it now. One day I'll sit my twins down and tell them all about how they and their brother have the same mother that dumped them like garbage, but three different fathers and oh by the way, Hayden is also my brother." Jack explained shooting her an apologetic look, sorry that he was having to lay all of this on her because whatever Christian was or wasn't, he was her husband and she was still a grieving widow.
"Three fathers?" She asked.
"Yes, Kayla is Brian's and Andrew is mine." Jack said.
"How?" She asked starting to take on the same bewildered look and tone as her son.
"Heteropaternal superfecundation. It's the medical term applied when two different males father fraternal twins. Doctors used to believe it was extremely rare, but with the introduction of DNA testing we're finding out that it happens more than anyone really wants to admit and it happened in this case. Two eggs fertilized within days of each other, or hell with Sarah I guess it could've hours." He sighed.
Margo Shephard sat quietly in the chair watching her adult son dealing with things that no person should have to deal with and she understood the hurt and betrayal that was trying to suck the life out of him, that was making her typically kind, loving and compassionate son feel things toward an innocent child that he didn't know how to deal with, much less how to put those feelings into proper perspective and find a way to move on.
"Well son, I guess you and I have something in common after all and hopefully you won't let the hurt and betrayal do to you what I let it do to me. You see, it's easier to just become detached than to deal with the reality of your situation, but then you turn into me, a cold, lonely woman who thinks that it's okay to ignore a seven year old child that wants nothing more from you then to be able to call you grandma. Do you think that little boy cares about genetics and betrayal and the fact that the two people who carelessly conceived him were selfish individuals that did whatever they wanted without regard to who might get hurt?" She asked.
"So what, you think I should raise him?" Jack asked.
"I think that you should try to imagine that little boy in five years and how happy he could be because he was lucky enough to have you for a father. Try to think about how happy you would be when you watched him graduate from Kindergarten and he waves to his proud mother and father sitting in the crowd. Jack I've seen you with your children, all three of them and it is when you are happiest. Does it matter to you that Maddie is the daughter of perverted woman abuser? Does Kate love her daughter any less because of Michael? None of that matters to you son so why are you going to allow what your father and Sarah did influence how you would or wouldn't feel about this baby, what's his name, Hayden." She told him.
It was the most honest and heartfelt speech his mother had ever given him and was it possible that this awful thing his father had done to both of them would be the thing that would finally bring them the closeness both of them had always longed for, but would never work at?
"So, if we were to keep him and raise him as our son, you'd go along with that? You'd be his grandmother and treat him just like your other grandchildren because mom that is what scares me the most about taking this on. Not just you, but me too. I don't want to pass on negative feelings and make him feel like he's different, like he's done something wrong, like he's loved less than the rest of my kids. Are you sure you can do that because I'm not sure that I can and I would hate myself for hurting him in that way." Jack admitted.
"Jack I understand, I do, but you have to let that go. You have make peace with the idea that your father and Sarah were selfish people and that what they did had nothing to do with you, but with there own personal misery and there is no excuse for people behaving that way, we don't have to make excuses for it. We're better than them and it's okay to say that. I do not want you to turn into me son, but if you don't find a way to just say "fuck it" and move on, what you see sitting in front of you is your future." She told him, her use of profanity making him laugh lightly.
"You talk about yourself like you're a monster mom and you're not. I think I always knew better, but I always hoped that maybe you didn't know what he was up to, that you never knew what it felt like to find out you weren't good enough, what it meant to be so inadequate that your spouse starts looking for something better." Jack said.
"See, that is what I'm talking about Jack. People like your father and Sarah, they love to play the victim, to make other people feel responsible for what in reality is their own failures. It took me a lifetime and a lot of therapy after he died to finally understand that Jack so don't do that to yourself. You didn't fail Sarah, she failed you. You are the victim, not Sarah. That little boy is the biggest victim in all of this, but he doesn't have to be Jack. Giving him to you was the kindest thing Sarah could've done for him." She told him.
"Why don't I ever get this side of you mom? I want you to be a part of my life and my kids' lives. Why do I have to be in a full blown crisis to see this side of you?" Jack asked.
"Probably because before all of the therapy I'd kept this side of me tucked securely away so your father couldn't destroy all of me, but speaking ill of the dead doesn't flatter either one of us, so how about if we just move past it Jack? Move past the guilt you are feeling because you do want to love that baby and raise it as your own, but that brilliant, analytical mind of yours is telling you that it's wrong, that you should feel this or that, instead of what you are feeling. You've always done what's in your heart Jack so why stop now?" She pushed.
"What about Maddie? Are we done battling over that issue?" Jack asked.
"I've already found a couple of Christmas gifts for her. I was wrong. I was being a cold-hearted bitch Jack. She's a bright, beautiful child and I have no good excuse for my actions. Some days are just worse than others I guess." She apologized.
"So you're on anti-depressants I take it." Jack said.
"Yes and they seem to be working quite well don't you think?" She asked with a smirk.
"Kate's pregnant." Jack said and looked at her like a naughty boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, waiting to get scolded or lectured for getting her pregnant so soon.
"Well, you've got two of each right now so I guess she's carrying the tie-breaker huh?" Margo teased.
"It's a lot of kids all at once." Jack admitted.
"It is, but you can handle it." Margo said confidently.
"A wife, five kids, four under the age of three, a demanding surgeon's schedule and the whole chief of surgery thing, could anyone really handle all that mom?" He expressed his doubts.
"Probably not, but you'll figure it out Jack and whatever you decide you'll have my support, I promise. Now, is there anything I can do for you before I leave? I'm sorry, I would stay longer, but I have a few errands that I can't put off." She told him.
"No, we're good. Thanks mom." Jack said.
She stood, leaned over the sleeping little boy and kissed him on the cheek and then gave the big boy a kiss on the cheek.
"You know I love you Jack. Regardless of how many arguments we have, you are my son, my greatest achievement in life and I'm always here for you." She told him.
He nodded and returned the kiss on the cheek and then watched her exit the room, feeling better about the situation and most definitely surprised at how she reacted to Haley. He guessed he'd never figure either one of his parents out, but hoped he would at least enjoy a civil relationship with the one he had left.
Jack spent one more night with Andrew in the hospital and he was released later the next day, still a little more tired than normal, but basically the same little boy he was before the accident. Jack entered the house with Andrew on his hip. He quickly pushed and kicked to be let down. Jack chuckled and set him down.
"Anybody home?" Jack yelled.
Kayla came around the corner, smiling and excited at the sound of her father's voice, her excitement doubling when she spotted her brother standing next to him.
"Dew home!" She squealed and hugged her brother.
"No hug!" Andrew demanded and pushed his sister away.
"Come here baby, daddy would love to have a hug." Jack told the girl, picking her up easily with just one arm.
Jack carried Kayla and led Andrew into the living room. Elisha was sitting on the floor with the baby, trying her best to entertain him.
"Where's Kate?" Jack asked.
"It's Monday Jack, she's at work. She said to tell you that Madison had dance class tonight and the group is going for pizza afterward so she won't be home until nine or nine-thirty." Elisha said.
"You look a little stressed Elisha, is this going to be too much for you?" Jack asked.
"It's a lot Jack, but this little guy is just so out of sorts today and we don't really have the necessary equipment for him so it's making it more difficult than it needs to be. Can you take a look at him and make sure he's not getting sick?" Elisha asked.
Jack set Kayla down, picked up the fussy little boy and laid him on the large, fluffy ottoman in front of his favorite overstuffed chair. He looked him over from head to toe and decided he was a healthy baby.
"No fever and no signs of teething. Maybe he's just trying to adjust. I still have all the equipment from when the twins were babies. I'll go get some of it and I'll put one of their cribs up for him." Jack said and handed the baby back to her.
Kate and Maddie came through the front door around 9:15 PM, Kate instructing Maddie to get ready for bed. The house was very quiet and she wondered if Jack hadn't made it home with Andrew after all, surprised that he hadn't called her at all, but deciding he was probably tired of getting the cold shoulder from her so he didn't bother. She walked into the living room and stopped, placing one hand over her mouth and sighing softly. Jack was stretched out in the large overstuffed chair, legs propped up on the ottoman sound asleep with Hayden sleeping on his chest. She approached the chair and kneeled beside it, lightly touching Jack's arm.
Jack's eyes fluttered and then finally opened. She smiled at him and then kissed him on the cheek. He glanced down at the sleeping baby and then back at her.
"What time is it?" He asked.
"It's a little after nine. Is he okay?" Kate asked nodding at the baby.
"Yeah, I think he's just confused and who could blame him. He was whiney and whimpering and just wanting to be held I guess because he calmed down when I put him up here with me. Can you take him, put him in his crib?" Jack asked.
"His crib?" Kate asked.
"Yeah, I put one of them back up for him in the twins' room." Jack said.
Kate looked at him, knowing her lack of support and cold shoulder had probably hurt his feelings, but if it had he wasn't showing any signs of it. It was as if it was just another normal evening in their home. She carefully lifted the sleeping baby off of him and held him to her chest until she was sure he wasn't going to wake up.
"Would you like to tuck Madison in for me? I'm sure she'd love to see you." Kate said.
"Sure." Jack said.
Jack spent about 30 minutes with Madison, talking, catching up on all the events in her young life and then he snuggled up next to her and read to her until she fell asleep. He eased off the bed, pulled the blankets up to her chin, kissed her on the forehead and left the room. He walked into the master bedroom, closed the door and locked it and checked the baby monitor he'd placed in their room earlier in the evening to make sure it was functioning properly.
He saw the light coming from the bathroom and made his way to the dresser, stripping down to his boxers and then entering the bathroom. Kate was relaxing in the Jacuzzi tub, eyes closed, jets off and steam rising from the water. He kneeled beside the tub, grabbed the bath sponge and dunked it into the hot water, startling her a little.
"Sorry, I thought I'd wash your back for you." He offered, his voice soft and sweet.
She sat up, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, letting her chin rest on her knees. He began moving the sponge over her back, letting the water run slowly down. She closed her eyes and enjoyed how relaxing the moment was.
He sat beside the tub, taking in her beauty, her soft skin wet and pink from the hot water. He dropped the sponge in the water, placed his hand in the bottom of the tub to brace himself as he leaned in and began kissing her neck and shoulders.
"We need to talk Jack." She said softly.
"We will, later." He said and continued to move his lips over her soft skin.
"So are you going to join me?" She asked as she felt her body responding to him.
He continued to place light kisses over her shoulder and upper chest and then pulled back some, looking into her eyes and then kissing her slowly, his mouth hot and wet and swallowing hers, the desire there nearly taking her breath away. He pulled away and smiled at her.
"Between the twins, the baby and myself, I've had a shower and two baths tonight so I think I'll just sit here with you if that's okay." He said and watched her rest her head on her knees again, turning it to the side so she could look at him.
"Do you remember that song "It's in his kiss"?" She asked drawing a puzzled look from him.
"Yeah." He replied.
"You know, I never understood what the lyrics to that song meant until I met you." She said sweetly.
"Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done Kate, it's never been something I even had to think about." He admitted.
"Yeah, I know, I feel the same way. Help me dry off?" She asked her head still resting on her knees, her face lightly flushed and glowing, the light hitting her eyes perfectly and making them twinkle.
He stood, grabbed a towel and held it up, ready for her step out of the tub and into it. She stood, stepped out and into the towel, him wrapping it around her and then pulling her into him, his hands holding gently to her lower back. He stared intensely into her eyes for while he walked them over to the vanity area, stopping and then turning her around, keeping her back pressed into him, bringing his mouth down and kissing the back of her neck, his warm breath making her shiver.
He reached up and pulled her hair loose, letting it fall loosely around her shoulders. He reached for the hairbrush and then slowly and carefully began moving the brush through her hair, the act sweet and sensual at the same time and she could feel her body continue to respond to him, her center growing moist and her skin becoming increasingly warmer.
He set the brush down and tugged on the towel, watching it drop to the floor, standing behind her and admiring her in the mirror. He snaked his hands under her arms and around to her stomach, down toward her bikini line, feeling her take in a deep breath as she let more of her weight lean into him. He let his hand glide gently over the area where he knew their baby was growing and brought his mouth to her ear.
"It's growing, do you want me show you?" He asked as he took hold of her hand and placed it over the area where the top of her uterus was starting to grow up and out of the pelvic area.
She felt the tiny bump, so small her limited medical training never would've allowed her to find it on her own, and smiled, letting their hands linger and sinking into the warmth of his strong arms. His hands traveled slowly upward, cupping her breasts gently and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, making them hard and making her moan as she watched their reflection in the mirror.
His hand slid down again, past the small tuft of hair and between her legs, penetrating her wetness with one finger and then two, so wet and ready for him already that he felt his own breathing starting to turn into a desperate pant, a pant she could feel on her neck while his need for her poked into her backside.
"You're so wet Kate. Do you want me right now, right here? Do you want to watch me take you from behind?" He whispered in a sexy, husky tone that made her flood his hand with her desire.
She didn't answer him verbally, but chose to let her actions do her talking as she moved his hand away and turned to face him, running her hands down his hairy, muscular chest, letting her nails lightly scratch over his stomach as she moved them to his sides and slipped her fingers into the waist-band of his boxers, pulling them down to his knees and allowing them to drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and she took his hardened length into her hand, moving forward and closing her mouth over his while pumping him slowly.
She pulled out of the kiss, licking his lips with the tip of her tongue one last time before turning around, bending over and placing both hands on the counter. He let one hand glide slowly down the center of her back, while his other hand positioned his dripping cock at her entrance, slipping the tip into her slick, wet vagina just enough to make her whimper and spread her legs a little further apart. He pushed in about halfway very slowly and let her adjust and then with one quick push connected them fully, both of them grunting and groaning at how deep he'd gone.
He lay over her back and nibbled lightly on the back of her shoulders and neck while she watched. He finally moved his mouth to her ear and looked into the reflection with her as he began to move in and out of her slowly.
"I'm deep baby are you okay? I'm not hurting you am I?" He asked.
"No, it feels amazing, go a little harder." She told him, holding tightly to the counter and watching in the mirror.
The sight of his body wrapped around hers, moving in and out of her while his hands moved over her back and then around to the front, caressing her breasts and then squeezing them as he pumped a little faster, pinching her nipples as their bodies slapped together. He finally moved his hand down between her legs, rolling her swollen clit between his fingers then down her slick creased, bringing his wet fingers back up and rubbing an electrifying circle over the nub, the orgasm building and building and then she finally went over the edge, closing her eyes and her legs at the same time.
He stopped his thrusts and she reached down and held his hand in place, panting and moaning and finding it hard to stand up. He let his cock slip out of her and helped her straighten up, turning her around and wrapping his arms around her, his erection covered with her juices and pressed between them. He kissed her deeply and began backing her into the bedroom slowly, pulling out of the kiss when they reached the bed. They quickly pulled the bed coverings off and she lay in the center of the bed on her back, knees up and arms open wide. He moved onto the bed, crawled in-between her legs, pushed himself back inside of her and let his body drop onto his folded arms, kissing her again as though he were dying of thirst and trying to drink her up. He pulled out of the kiss and looked into her eyes, his dark, watery and full of emotion.
"I love you so much Kate and I know I really piss you off sometimes, but please don't ever threaten to leave me and then make me stew over it for two days." He said sadly.
"Jack, I……" She started but was stopped by him kissing her again.
"No Kate, I mean it. I can't handle that. I can handle fighting with you over things that matter, but we can't ever do that again and go to bed without a resolution, without making up. I missed you so much and I needed you to talk to me because I'm nothing without you in my life. Do you understand that? Do you believe that you're everything to me, but more importantly can you handle that you mean that much to me because if you can't, if it's too much, if I'm smothering you or whatever you have to tell me now while there's still a slim chance I'd survive losing you." Jack told her.
"It's not too much." She said and pulled him in for another kiss.
He pulled out of the kiss, pushed up on his arms and began making love to her again with deep, slow strokes, lowering his head and closing his mouth over one nipple and then switching to the other and then moving his mouth back up to hers, so hungry, wanting her like every woman deserves to be wanted, picking up the pace and bringing her to another orgasm before pulling out of her, rolling them onto their sides and wrapping his body around her from behind, re-entering her and holding tightly to her while he continued to make love to her, his chin resting on her shoulder and his sweet breath and promises to always love her filling her ear. They climaxed together and their bodies finally relaxed, him still inside her and holding her as close as he could without crawling inside her skin.
She held tightly to the forearm that was wrapped around her, her way of telling him she wasn't ready for him to move, that she needed to stay connected with him just a little longer.
"Jack, I'm sorry I hurt you, but you're reaction to Hayden really threw me for loop and to be perfectly honest it kind of hurt." She apologized.
"I know and I know that you must've been wondering about my true feelings where Kayla and Maddie are concerned, but it's not the same Kate. I love them and I do want to be Maddie's father if the two of you want me to be." Jack said.
"What about Hayden? What do you want to be to him Jack?" Kate asked.
"I thought we'd adopt him and be his parents and forget about how he got here, but just be thankful that he's here. Believe it or not you can thank my mother for helping me to realize that it's okay for me to want to do that, that I don't have to resist what comes naturally because somewhere in my head I think I'm supposed to be to angry, hurt and disgusted to want to be a father to him." Jack told her and finally slipped out of her.
She rolled over to face him, giving him her patented "I'm chilled could you get us a blanket" look and then laughing lightly when he responded to the look and retrieved the bed's comforter from the floor and covered both of them with it, snuggling close, their faces just inches apart.
"I'm glad you mother was there for you Jack. She probably understood what you were going through better than anyone." She said.
"It's a lot of kids Kate, I think we may have to get Elisha some help, not to mention a bigger house." Jack chuckled.
"I'm thinking about quitting my job Jack, maybe after the holidays." Kate said.
"You don't have to do that Kate, we can make this work without you having to give up what you love to do." Jack offered.
"Maybe I love being your wife and the mother of five more. Actually there are no maybes about it, I want to enjoy my children still be able to have time and energy left for you. I do like the idea of a bigger house, preferably one with a room for Elisha." Kate laughed.
"Yes, she's going to have to stay whether you're quit your job or not, it's too many young children to handle on your own. We got pregnant fast. Judging by what I felt you're about 10 to 12 weeks along, so that means baby Walker will be here around the end of May, first week in June, which would put Hayden right around 13 months." Jack said.
"Baby Walker?" Kate asked.
"It was a bottle of Johnny Walker scotch that landed me in jail and eventually in your clinic and in the happiest place I've ever been in my life so if we have a boy I think we should name him Walker." Jack said and winked at her.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing you weren't drinking Yeigermiester that night." Kate teased and they both laughed.
"We should probably get some sleep, you've got the clinic and I've got the hospital and an appointment with Dr. Morrison tomorrow." Jack said.
"I took off tomorrow. Haley needs things we haven't had time to buy, formula, diapers, food, clothes, a few toys. Why are you seeing the neurosurgeon tomorrow?" Kate asked.
"I dug out the playpen and one of the walkers that belonged to the twins. You might want to pick up another highchair, the twins really aren't ready to give theirs up yet." Jack suggested.
"The neurosurgeon Jack?" Kate pushed.
"She's going to do some tests, try to figure out why my hand isn't getting better." Jack said.
"Are you scared?" Kate asked.
"No, I think I'm ready to just know one way or the other so I can decide my/our future." He sighed.
"Do you want me to come with you?" She asked making him smile, placing his hands on the sides of her head and kissing the tip of her nose.
"You're sweet and cute. I'm fine Kate, but thanks for the offer. So, are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep now or do you want to make up some more?" He asked with a grin.
She moved closer to him and whispered into his ear. He groaned and then chuckled.
"Kate, I'm shocked." He said.
"No you're not." She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into another, deep, wet, sensual kiss, both having opted for making up some more.
