The rest of our time in Malibu, Nick and I were vigilant about using protection. Although, I wasn't so sure it would matter. I mean, the one time we didn't use it before, I got pregnant with Austin.

When we were back in Vegas I finally got my period. Strangely, I was disappointed. In fact, I seemed to start moping. It seemed like every time I held Austin and every time Nick and I made love, I felt sad. It didn't make any sense to me. I mean, I love my son. I adore my husband. And trust me, I love being with my husband in every sense of that word. I just felt out of sorts. I'm not sure if Nick noticed it. He didn't say anything, but I did catch him every now and then studying me trying to figure out if he should say something.

Finally, after two weeks of me moping around, Nick said something. I had just put Austin down and Nick and I were sitting on the couch snuggling. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at me. "Sar, are you ok?"

I glanced up at him and my eyes started to pool with tears.

Nick looked extremely concerned. "Hey, what's going on, honey?"

I shook my head as the tears started to flow down my face. "I don't know. I just feel really sad."

Nick looked a little helpless. "Sad? Like how?"

"I'm not sure." I started to think about when I started feeling sad and suddenly it dawned on me. I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at Nick.

He studied me and brushed a lock of my hair back behind my ear.

"Nick, I'm just really confused." I wasn't sure how I was going to tell him what was on my mind.

"You want to talk it out?" His features were soft and concerned.

I played at the buttons on his shirt. "It's just that when we got back from Malibu and I got my period, I thought I'd be really relieved. I mean, since we didn't use any protection. But I wasn't. I was disappointed." I started to cry again.

Nick just pulled me against him and rubbed my back, soothing me with his voice. "It's ok, Sar. Go ahead and cry."

He held me like that for a while. I finally pushed myself up slightly so I could look at him. He was smiling.

He reached over and brushed the traces of the tears away with his thumb. "Sara, do you want another baby?"

I sniffled and then started to chuckle. "I think I do. Do you?"

He grinned at me. "I'd be lying if I said no."

I wrinkled my brow. Having another baby held a lot of implications for us.

I think Nick must have read my mind. "What about work? I know how much you love your job."

I let out a deep sigh and looked into Nick's eyes. "I do love my job, Nick. But I love you and Austin more. I don't want someone else raising our child because I'm busy pulling a double shift. I want to protect him from the things we see everyday. I don't want him to become a victim because I was one of those parents who couldn't be there for him."

Nick held me close. He knew what it felt to be the victim. He understood how I felt. "You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?"

I pulled away and nodded. "Yeah, I have. I know we didn't plan to have kids so soon, but having Austin sort of shifted the timeline a little."

Nick grins at me. "Yeah, I guess it did."

I smile back. "I guess all I'm saying is that since we've already started, why don't we just let nature take it's course and see what happens."

Nick chuckled. "Do you know what you're saying?"

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Yeah."

Nick grinned. "Because I was thinking that ten or eleven kids sounded nice."

I swatted at him and chuckled. "I was thinking two or three."

Nick put a serious expression on his face for a moment and then looked at me and grinned. "Well, I've done the math Mrs. Stokes, and we only have one. Either way, we're going to have to start working on it if we want more kids."

I start laughing as Nick starts to tickle me. He pulls me up as he gets up from the couch and then grins as he slings me over his shoulder, his hand firmly on my butt. I'm already working at pulling his shirt out of the back of his jeans by the time he closes our bedroom door and sets me down on the bed. He crawls onto the bed next to me and we begin to touch and taste each other as we slowly remove our clothes one piece at a time.

I'm really glad Nick wants to have another baby too. No matter how long it takes, I'm sure we're both going to enjoy trying to get me pregnant.