A/N : Yikes, it's been ages since I updated this baby. I still love it dearly, though.

I hope you do too? Please let me know??

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Michael laughed. He pulled her deeply into his arms, kissed her passionately, and laughed while doing it all. Hugging her tightly, he rocked them both on the sofa, while the smell of food wafted towards them. He could now smell the deliciousness of it all – freely. He was free of all sorrow, of all stupid predictions teenage chick flicks had put inside his head, of heartache, failure and distress. Sara had just coloured their whole future with brightness.

And she couldn't even see. Giving him a big smile, she tentatively asked : "I guess that's a yes?"

"Sara," he looked deeply into her eyes, "I would like nothing more than to have another child with you. In fact," he continued, pressing their fingertips together, "I've been thinking about that myself." Michael pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. "I'm so happy."

She grinned. "I can tell." A short silence followed, with Michael breathing in little puffs, still recovering from his wonderful fit of laughter, and Sara thinking of his distress when he stepped foot inside their house tonight. "Michael –"

He hummed. "Hmm?"

"What were you thinking of, when you came home tonight? I haven't seen you that sad in ages." Her brow furrowed and she turned to him, confusion etched upon her features. She watched the seriousness return to his eyes and immediately, she felt guilty because she had ruined his high.

Michael shyly pressed a kiss to her temple and stroked her hair. "You know how insecure I get sometimes, right?" She nodded, motioning for him to continue. "When you said I think we should talk, scenes from teenage movies and romantic drama's flashed in front of my eyes. Sara, every time someone says 'I think we should talk', something bad happens."

She hugged him. "That's why they're movies, sweetie. They don't have anything to do with reality." Sara squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry."

He turned his gaze out the window and swallowed hard, shaking his head to clear the things he'd felt. "It's just my damn insecurities."

"Well," she laughed, "if it makes you feel any better, I've been fretting all day, too. I was so scared that you'd say no."

Michael smiled. "Promise me that the next time..."

"...we'll communicate better? I promise." She ran a hand over his head, loving the feel of his short hair. She'd always had a thing about men with short hair, opposed to her friends, who loved it shoulderlength. Sara gave a small sigh. It sounded romantic, it sounded cheesy – but Michael was just...perfect.

She snuggled deeper into his chest and pressed a small kiss to his shirt. Perfect.

All of a sudden, she leapt out of his arms (smacking his nose in the process – he held his hand to it protectively) and ran into the kitchen. Three seconds later, she appeared in the doorway, wearing her cute ovenmittens (which read world's best mom) and leaning against the doorframe. "Dinner's ready."

He sat down across from her and grinned. "My favorite."

Sara gave him a small wink. "I know."

-

They were sitting in front of the fire, cuddled up together. He was softly reading a book aloud, mumbling the words through the silence. With his other hand, he was stroking her hair, loving the feel of the softness beneath his fingers.

Sam started crying. "I'll get her," two voices spoke up. They smiled at eachother.

"In the future," Michael smiled, "we'll split."

She patted his leg and stood up to check on her daughter. Michael reached for the phone, dialed the number he knew by heart, and waited for his brother dearest to pick up. His brother. Michael didn't know how he would have managed had he been an only child. He didn't want his daughter to go through that. A great smile spread over his face. They were going to have another baby. He'd dreamt of it...and now...

"Hello?"

"Linc, it's me."

His brother let out a big breath. "Thank God. I'm dying to know what all the fuss was about. You haven't been this fussy since you were five and wet your pants at school."

Michael rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks Linc...that's just the thing I wanted to relive tonight." He stayed silent and counted the seconds until his brother would crack.

"Okay – alright, alright, I'm sorry." Hah! Victory! "Now, will you tell me?"

Michael puffed up his chest and proudly stated : "We're going to have another baby."

Lincoln cheered. "I KNEW it! I knew it would be something like that. I'm proud of you, Mike."

"Yeah."

Sara walked back into the room and Michael followed her with his eyes, an expression of pure love in them. His wife smiled and rolled her eyes a little, walking over to him so he could kiss his daughter. He gave the little girl a small peck on her forhead and moved his hand through her tiny,soft brown curls.

Bouncing Sam on her hip, Sara motioned the phone to her. Michael, who had no idea whatsoever Lincoln was talking about, interrupted his brother."She wants to talk to you, Linc."

"Lincoln?" Her soft voice replaced his low one, and Lincoln smiled.

"Hey, Sara. I believe congratulations are in order."

"Well," she grinned, rubbing her hand over her belly (after Michael had taken Sam, of course), "not yet."

"You sure have a very excited husband over there."

She looked over at Michael and laughed at his comical expression when his daughter gently pulled at his lip. "I sure do."

They chatted for a minute about Michael and Veronica, until Lincoln told her 'the wife' was calling for dinner. He had to go.

Sara hung up and raised her eyebrows at Michael, who just shrugged while bouncing Sam on his lap and waving her small hands in the air.

"Michael?"

"I uh –" he bit his lip, "maybe I should call Pops, let him know that er –"

She kissed the nape of his neck. "I'm on it."


So, what did you think? Pleaaaase let me know?

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