Rafe had fallen asleep, his head in Evelyn's lap.

She loved these times because she could watch him without his knowing it. Bob Hope's program had been over for the last fifteen minutes and that was when he had gone to sleep.

She brushed his hair back with a light touch and he smiled in his sleep. That made her smile too before she shook him gently to wake him. "Rafe, why don't you go to bed." She whispered.

"Only if you come with me." He grinned without opening his eyes.

"Not if what I think you have in mind." She said. "You need some sleep."

"I can sleep tomorrow."

Evelyn laughed softly. "Honey, you're sleeping now."

Rafe opened his eyes and looked at her. "I was fakin'. There have been so many times when you thought I was sleepin' and you'd run your hand through my hair. I love it when you do that."

Evelyn flushed at his admission. "You weren't supposed to know I did that."

"Please don't stop. That's somethin' I think about when I'm away, how it feels when you touch me." And he smiled at her.

Her flush deepened and the temptation to give in to what he wanted to do was strong, but he needed his sleep and she needed to find out if she was going to have another baby or not. She sighed, "Come on Captain, you need to go to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am." He said and sat up. "Are you sure you won't come with me?"

Evelyn shook her head in amusement. "You never give up do you?"

Rafe laughed at that. "We wouldn't be here if I had."

"I can't argue with that. All right, if you behave yourself I'll come with you."

He stood up and held out his hand to her. She took it and then he put his arm around her and they walked down the hall to the bedroom.

When they got there, Rafe told her to take the bathroom first because he needed to get his bag from the living room. She closed the door behind her and decided to take a quick bath. She'd been working out in the garden before her stomach had started to turn over and wanted to freshen up.

When she had finished, she got into a fresh nightgown and then looked at her slender figure in the bathroom mirror. She was trying to remember what she'd looked like at eight months pregnant and she sighed. It was pointless to wonder about it now because she wouldn't know for certain for another day or two. She opened the bathroom door, snapped off the light and before she had a chance to tell Rafe the bathroom was his, she saw him asleep on the bed. He'd stripped down to his skivvies, but that was as far as he'd gotten.

So much for a romantic interlude. Evelyn smiled to herself.

She woke him long enough to get him under the blanket and she turned off his bedside lamp. He'd sleep for awhile she knew and it meant that she wouldn't have to tell him anything yet.

She went around to her side of the bed and got in, turned off her lamp and laid down. What a day. Just as she went to sleep, though, she felt Rafe's arm around her and she snuggled against him.

When Evelyn woke the next morning, the first thing she noticed was how quiet it was. There was no baby crying and no Danny calling, "Mama", only the sound of Rafe's breathing next to her.

As she lay in the silence, she found she missed the familiar sounds of her children as they would each be waking up. They were the reason she had to get up in the morning and she was grateful for it. Her children kept her busy and kept her from missing Rafe too much. If there were another baby on the way, it would be a further distraction for her.

She stretched and started to get out of bed when Rafe stopped her. "Where you goin'?" His voice was still heavy with sleep.

"What are you doing awake? You should be sleeping."

"Because every time I come home, you're always gone by the time I wake up."

Evelyn turned over to see him smiling at her and she decided that now was as good a time as any to tell him. "Well since you're awake I'd like to ask you something."

"Shoot."

She sighed. "We never talked about having another baby after Sarah was born because we felt two was enough." She took a deep breath and sighed again. "What would you say to the idea of having another one?"

"Three?" He wasn't sure where she was headed.

Just tell him. "Rafe, I think I might be pregnant."

That he hadn't expected and he laid stock still. His mind was racing because as much as he liked the idea of expanding their family, it was Evelyn who would bear the greatest responsibility. "You're not sure?" He finally said.

"I thought it might be a touch of the flu, but I've got all the signs."

Rafe sat up, ran a hand through his hair and looked at her. "How do you feel about this?"

She sat up next to him. "To be honest, I'm not sure how I feel. I keep thinking about the day we were at the beach and I told you how the kids had come so fast and we didn't have time for each other. Sarah takes up so much of my time now and she'll be about the age Danny was when she was born when I have this one here. If I am pregnant." She told him.

"I feel like such an idiot."

"Why? We did this together."

Rafe shook his head. "That ain't what I mean. I miss you so much when I'm gone. All I want is to be with you and you want me to be with the kids, which doesn't leave much time for us. You are right about that. So when we finally have some time together, we ain't careful. I'm sorry Evelyn."

She took his hand and put her head on his shoulder. "Don't be sorry. I miss you just as much and I want to be with you too."

"So what now, Mrs. McCawley?" He asked and kissed the top of her head.

"We wait. Barbara said she'd call me today with results if she could. Then we'll know."

"I'll help you as best I can."

She smiled and squeezed his hand. "I never doubted you would."

"I love you Evelyn."

"I love you too."