Over the next few weeks, Helen tried to let Mike in more. But despite her best efforts, she still panicked if it looked like he was going to touch anyplace that she'd gained weight. Mike tried to be understanding. He gave her back rubs and took advantage of everywhere that she let him touch her, whether it was kissing her shoulder or stroking her cheek, any touching at all Mike figured would help her. He also made sure to tell her regularly that she was beautiful and that he loved her. Helen appreciated the steps and Mike's patience but didn't have the confidence to let him in anymore. A part of her was still convinced that the second he saw that she was no longer as slim as she'd been when they'd started dating, he'd withdraw from her in horror. Mike had decided that after they helped Bobby and Lindsay move, he was taking her on a vacation somewhere it could be just the two of them and they could reconnect. Helen, of course, didn't know about this plan.

The day of the move, Mike woke Helen up with a kiss before hurrying her out of bed so they could stop and get breakfast before heading over to Bobby and Lindsay's. Ellenor had listened to Helen and Helen now spent more nights at Mike's so Matt could stay at their place. Ellenor and Zoe were going to meet Mike and Helen there.

Across town, Lindsay woke up and, being careful not to wake Bobby, slid out of bed and walked into the living room. She looked around at the empty room. All of their belongings were already packed in boxes except for the furniture, obviously, and things that they were still using like dishes. A sudden wave of sadness came over her as it sank in what they were doing. Suddenly, she remembered the first time she'd been in the apartment. They'd been working on a case and at the time. A few weeks later, they'd started being "recreational" and had spent many weekends in the apartment, shut off from the world. It had been wonderful. Lindsay was brought back to the present when a set of arms slid around her waist.

"What are you doing up?" Bobby whispered against her neck.

Lindsay leaned into him and sighed. "I was just thinking about the move."

"Excited?" Bobby asked softly.

"I guess," Lindsay answered, not sounding sure at all.

"Hey," Bobby turned her in his arms and stroked a knuckle gently down her cheek. "What's going on in your head?"

Lindsay sighed. "It just sunk in today."

"What did?"

"That we're leaving. This was our first apartment, where I fell in love with you, where I wanted to go when I'd been stabbed, where we spent our wedding night, where our babies were conceived, where we brought Robby home to and where he had all of his firsts...and tomorrow some other family is going to move in here and it won't be ours anymore." Lindsay's voice had gotten softer as she was speaking and when she finished, tears were welled in her eyes.

Bobby drew her closer and Lindsay gripped the back of his shirt tightly. "I know honey. I'm going to miss it too. Do you want to not move?"

Lindsay shook her head, which was buried in Bobby's chest. "We have to, and I think we're ready to. I'm just not sure I'm ready to let go yet."

Bobby nodded. "Linds, are you going to forget those things when we move to the new house?"

Lindsay pulled back and looked at Bobby, shocked. "Of course not! How could you even think that?"

Bobby laughed slightly. "I didn't really. But you don't need the apartment to remind you of our wedding night or when we brought Robby home or all of his firsts. And we have so many more things that'll happen in the new house! Bringing the babies home, Robby's first day of kindergarten, our other babies..."

"Other babies?" Lindsay asked with a laugh.

"Our first night in the new house, christening every room," Bobby continued with a mischievous smile.

Lindsay smiled up at him. "That does sound nice...though I'm not sure we'll make it to every room."

"I am," Bobby grinned. "You feeling better?"

"Yeah," Lindsay nodded. "I'll still miss it."

"So will I." Bobby smiled tenderly down at her. "This is where you came back to me and gave me another chance to prove how much I love you."

"How much?" Lindsay asked with a smile. It was an old question that they both asked, even though they already knew the answer.

"More than anything," Bobby promised.

"Enough to make me pancakes for breakfast?"

"Thank you for making me feel better," Lindsay said with a smile as she rose on her toes and kissed him. "You're too good to me. I love you."

"I love you," Bobby responded. "Now get moving, everyone will be here in an hour."

"Yes sir," Lindsay said with a smile. As she turned to leave, Bobby gently swatted her behind and Lindsay turned to give him a warning look. "You better not start anything you can't finish Mr. Donnell."

"Oh, I bet I could finish Mrs. Donnell," Bobby started walking slowly towards her.

Lindsay began backing up slowly. "Bobby, they're going to be here in an hour and we both know that your father will probably be early. And I want my breakfast!"

Bobby laughed. "Thinking with your stomach again?"

"I'm six months pregnant, of course I am!"

"Okay, you'll get your pancakes." Bobby walked into the kitchen while Lindsay hurried into the shower. By the time she was out and dressed in khaki capri pants and a lavender tank top with her hair pulled into a ponytail and light make up on, Robby was awake. Lindsay dressed her son and they both walked into the kitchen where Bobby had pancakes ready for all of them. After eating, Lindsay cleaned up the kitchen while Bobby took Robby into his room to finish packing.

A few minutes before 9, the doorbell rang and Lindsay opened it to reveal Helen in the denim capris she'd bought a few weeks before and a red sleeveless shirt. Mike was standing behind her carrying a bag from Krispy Kreme. Lindsay let them in, hugged Helen, kissed Mike's cheek and eyed the bag hungrily.

"Oh, why did you bring me those? I just had breakfast and now I want one!"

Helen laughed. "We thought that everyone could use something to keep them going. How's the packing coming?"

"Good. There's a few things in Robby's room still out and in our room and the dishes. That's about it though."

"What do you need me to do?" Mike asked.

"There're boxes in our room that need to be brought out. Bobby won't let me carry anything!"

"And with good reason," Mike answered. "You're both going to supervise today and that's all! No lifting."

"Mike," Helen sighed. "I'm perfectly capable of carrying something."

"No. And I bet that everyone'll agree with me, too."

Helen rolled her eyes. "Fine. Where's my favorite nephew?"

"He's helping Bobby pack up some things. Robby! Come here, honey!"

Robby ran out of his room and launched himself at Helen. "Hi Tee! Are you gonna play with me today?"

Helen laughed. "Maybe later. I'm going to help you guys move to the new house, okay?"

Robby nodded. "Will you play with me there?"

"Of course I will, honey. I brought you a present."

"Really? What is it? Can I have it now?"

Helen led Robby to the couch and sat down. The little boy climbed up next to her and Helen handed him the book she's brought before, wrapped in dinosaur paper. Robby immediately tore into it, throwing the wrappings on the floor. He held up the book and looked at Helen.

"What's it say, Tee?"

"It says 'God Gave Us Two'," Helen explained. "Do you want me to read it to you?"

Robby nodded and snuggled close and Helen began reading the story of a little boy bear whose mother was going to have a baby. His parents explained that God had given them two children, the little boy and his new brother or sister. Then at the end, the mother bear had twins and the little boy's response was "God gave us three!"

Robby smiled up at Helen. "His mommy had two babies like mine is!"

"Yes she did," Helen answered. "You like it?"

"Yeah," Robby exclaimed.

Lindsay, who'd been listening, smiled. "What do you say to Auntie Helen, Robby?"

"Thank you," Robby said, wrapping his arms around Helen's neck.

Helen hugged him back. "You're welcome, baby."

"Can I go show Daddy?"

"Sure you can," Helen said setting the boy on the ground. "Your mommy and I are going to go pack up her room, okay?"

Robby nodded and ran off yelling, "Look what Tee gave me, Daddy!"

Helen and Lindsay walked into the darkened bedroom where they began packing the few things that were left, mostly stripping the bed and such. Bobby came in to take a box when Lindsay caught her breath and rested a hand on her stomach.

"Linds? Are you okay, honey?"

Lindsay glanced up at him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. The babies are kicking, that's all."

Bobby smiled tenderly, resting a hand next to hers. "They're active, that's for sure."

Lindsay smiled weakly. "Yeah. I just hope they're not kicking each other in there."

Bobby kissed her lightly. "Practicing their soccer skills."

Lindsay laughed slightly and Bobby left with the box. When he was gone Helen looked at Lindsay accusingly. "You had another cramp, didn't you?" Lindsay sighed, but didn't answer. "Are you still getting them?!" Helen exclaimed in a whisper.

"Once in awhile," Lindsay admitted reluctantly.

"And you still haven't told Bobby?"

"No, I haven't. I'm not going to, either. I'm sure they're nothing."

But Helen wasn't sure if Lindsay wasn't trying to convince her or herself. "Linds, you have to tell him! He deserves to know!"

Lindsay sighed tiredly. These were the same arguments she'd been having with herself. "I don't want to worry him, Helen. I'm sure it's just the stress of the move and everything. It'll calm down after we're settled into the new house."

"And if they don't you'll tell him or at least go to a doctor?"

"Yes," Lindsay said. "I promise, if they're not gone in a week or two I'll tell him."

Helen sighed. "Fine. I'm worried about you."

Lindsay smiled and walked over to Helen, sliding an arm around her shoulders and squeezing gently. "I'm okay, I promise."

"I don't want anything to happen to you."

"It won't," Lindsay promised. "I'll be fine." She moved back to the box she was packing. "Are things better with you and Mike?"

Helen shrugged. "I don't know. I'm trying to let him in more...but every time I think I'm going to do it, I'll let him touch me or see me, I panic. I want to get over this, I just can't!"

Lindsay smiled in sympathy. "You'll let him in again, I know you will. When you're ready. How's he being with it?"

Helen sighed sadly. "He's being great about it, so patient with me and everything. But every once in a while I catch him looking at me, you know when I turn around? And he looks so confused and hurt. I hate to think that I'm hurting him..."

"He understands, Helen. He wouldn't want you to come to him if you weren't 100% comfortable with it, I'm sure of it."

Helen smiled weakly. "I'm working on it though. He keeps telling me that he loves me and I'm beautiful. He's been great with the boundaries I've set. He even rubbed my feet last night."

"Aw," Lindsay sighed. "Bobby does that for me sometimes. See? He really loves you."

Helen's smile became stronger. "Yeah."

The women were interrupted when Stephen, Bobby's father poked his head into the room. "There she is," he said with a smile. "My favorite daughter-in-law."

Lindsay grinned and walked over, hugging Stephen and kissing his cheek. "Hi, Stephen. Thanks for helping. How are you?"

"I'm fine, honey," Stephen said with a smile. "How are you?"

Lindsay rested a hand on her stomach. "We're doing great."

"Still haven't beaten me," Stephen teased as he patted his own stomach with a smile.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Lindsay laughed.

Stephen laughed as well before turning to Helen. "And how's my son's main opponent?"

"I'm fine, Stephen," Helen answered with a grin as she also kissed Stephen's cheek. They'd become fairly close since they saw each other at most of Bobby and Lindsay's get togethers. Helen had begun to think of Stephen as family and she'd spent the previous Christmas with them since her parents were on a cruise and Mike had been in Chicago.

"Congratulations on your new addition," Stephen added.

"Oh, thanks. We're really excited."

"I'm sure you are. Well, I'll leave you ladies to packing, I just wanted to say hello before I start helping the men moving boxes."

"Don't so too much, Stephen," Lindsay warned. "You could keep an eye on Robby and Zoe, keep them out of our hair for us."

"Robby's looking at a book while he devours a doughnut. But I might do that."

Lindsay nodded. "We'll be out soon."

It didn't take long to finish packing and Lindsay and Helen began supervising the loading of everything into the moving van. The rest of the firm had arrived and Eugene and Jimmy had begun helping Bobby and Mike carry everything downstairs. Ellenor and Bec were carrying the smaller boxes while Lucy and Stephen entertained the kids. The new furniture for the living room, dining room, and bedrooms was already in and the rooms had been wallpapered, painted, and carpeted. All that needed to be done was setting up the guest room and the family room. The other furniture was going into storage except for their old bed which would go in the guest room and the living room furniture which was going in the family room. When everything was in the van and cars, Lindsay looked around.

"Where's Robby?"

Bobby stopped. "What do you mean?"

"He's not here," Lindsay's voice raised slightly in panic.

"Okay, let's check the rest of the apartment. We would have seen him leave."

Lindsay nodded and she and Bobby set off towards the back of the apartment. Lindsay peeked into Robby's room and stopped. "Oh, Robby," she whispered. Robby was sitting in the corner with his knees curled to his chest and his stuffed bear clenched in his arms and his face buried in his knees. Hearing his mother's voice, Robby looked up with tear stained cheeks. "Baby," Lindsay said softly as she walked into the room and sat next to her son. Robby crawled into her lap and wrapped his arms around her neck.

"I don't wanna move. I like this house."

"I know you do. You're going to like the new house too."

"What if there's monsters," Robby whispered.

Lindsay smiled and kissed Robby's head. "There's no monsters."

"How do you know?"

Bobby smiled as he walked in and sat next to Lindsay on the floor, wrapping his arm around both of them. "Because I checked the whole house last time we went over there. No monsters anywhere, I promise. Ready to go see your new bedroom? Mama has it all ready for you. But you can put your books up and your toys, okay?"

Robby nodded slowly. "Can we go swimming?"

Bobby and Lindsay laughed. "Maybe tomorrow, buddy," Bobby said. Bobby stood and helped Lindsay stand as well. He took Robby from her and settled him on his hip, kissing Robby's cheek then the top of Lindsay's head. "Let's go."

They walked back into the living room and joined the rest of the group. They divided into cars and began driving to Bobby and Lindsay's new house in Stoneham. Lindsay had carefully labeled every box with the room it was supposed to go in and had put signs on every room as well. When they pulled up, Lindsay helped Robby out of his car seat and he clung to her hand as they walked to the front door. Bobby and Lindsay had brought him over to visit the house several times, but it was different to visit and to know that this was where he was living. As they opened the door, Bobby smiled down at his son.

"Can you go on inside? I want to tell Mama something."

Robby nodded slowly and walked in. Lindsay turned Bobby. "Wha-?"

Bobby smiled and wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her knees, lifting her to his chest. "I'm carrying you across the threshold."

"Bobby!" Lindsay squealed as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and the other cars began pulling up with their friends and family who watched the scene in amusement. "That's on your wedding night! Put me down before you throw your back out!"

Bobby laughed. "I'm not going to throw my back out, though it's nice to know you have such a high opinion of my strength that you don't think I can carry my wife."

"Your very pregnant wife! Bobby, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I won't," Bobby promised. He held her closer and carried her through the door, depositing her gently on the ground.

Lindsay smiled up at him and brushed her lips over his. "Thank you, that was very sweet and very chivalrous."

Bobby kissed her back. "I try." He turned to Robby who was staring at them with big eyes. "You want to go see your new room, buddy?"

Robby nodded and slipped his hand through his father's and they walked up the stairs, Lindsay following behind. Lucy had finished painting both Robby's room and the nursery about a week before and Lindsay and Bobby had gone over one night and gotten both rooms ready. Of course, Robby's toys and books were still packed but at least Robby wasn't going into an empty room. Bobby opened the door and Robby walked in. He turned in a circle before looking at his parents, excited. "It looks like Fenway!"

Bobby and Lindsay laughed. "Yep," Lindsay said. "Lucy painted it for you."

"Wow! An' there's baseballs an' everything!"

"You like it," Bobby asked with a smile.

Robby nodded his head up and down violently. "It's cool," he said happily. "Can I show Zoe?"

"Sure," Lindsay said as she ruffled his hair. "But no jumping on your new bed, okay?"

"K Mama!" Robby raced out of his room and down the stairs to find his friend. Bobby and Lindsay smiled at each other. Robby seemed much happier about the move now. They both followed their son downstairs and while Bobby helped with the unloading, Lindsay began to unpack things. She started in Robby's room, wanting to get it set up for him first. Then she began putting dishes away with Helen and Lucy's help. Around lunch time, Stephen left and came back with fried chicken, potato salad, pasta salad, fruit salad, and disposable flatware. Everyone took a break to eat lunch then began working again.

During lunch, Robby and Zoe had barely been able to keep their eyes open. It was a big day for two three-year-olds. Lindsay threw out her plate and Robby's before picking him up.

"I'm going to take someone upstairs for a little n-a-p."

"No nap," Robby murmured, already half asleep on Lindsay's shoulder.

Ellenor nodded. "Miss Zoe could use one too."

"I'll take her," Helen volunteered, lifting the little girl into her arms.

Ellenor smiled. "Thanks."

Helen kissed Zoe's head lightly. "No problem." She and Lindsay walked upstairs and Helen paused, turning to her friend. "Where should we put them?"

"How about my room? The bed's big enough for both of them."

Helen nodded and they laid both kids down on Lindsay's bed. Lindsay kissed Robby good night but he grabbed onto her shirt. "Stay with me?"

"Me too?" Zoe asked grabbing onto Helen.

Lindsay sighed. "Okay, we'll stay until you guys fall asleep."

Lindsay and Helen laid down with the children between them. Lindsay sighed thankfully. Her back hurt, her feet hurt, and she was tired. Maybe she'd close her eyes for just a few minutes...

Robby sat up and turned to see his mother sound asleep next to him. He looked over at Zoe who was also awake. "Is Tee asleep?" he whispered. Zoe nodded. "Wanna go play?" he asked. Zoe nodded again and they crept carefully off the bed, knowing that if the adults were woken up, Robby and Zoe would have to take a nap.

Two hours later, Bobby glanced at the clock. "Hey Eugene, have you seen Lindsay?"

Eugene paused in trying to set up the stereo. "Not since she took Robby up to nap."

"Neither have I."

Mike came in then with Jimmy. They'd just finished moving everything into the family room and setting up the family room. "We're done in there," Mike said. "Hey, where's Helen?"

Bobby and Eugene traded looks. "We were just wondering the same thing about Lindsay. The last time any of us saw them, they were putting the kids down."

"Maybe they're upstairs with the kids," Jimmy suggested. Bobby and Mike nodded, heading upstairs to check.

Bobby poked his head into the master bedroom and smiled. Helen and Lindsay were both sound asleep, curled up on the bed. "Hey Mike," he whispered.

Mike followed Bobby's gaze and laughed softly. "I guess they were tired."

"Where are the kids?"

Mike held up a finger and, listening closely, Bobby could hear giggling coming from Robby's room. "Sounds like they're doing okay," Mike whispered. "Should we wake them up?" he asked motioning towards the women.

Bobby nodded. "Lindsay'll be mad if we don't."

Bobby and Mike crept to the sides of the bed and sat down carefully. "Helen," Mike whispered as he stroked a finger down her cheek. "Wake up, honey. Nap time's over."

Helen blinked her eyes open slowly and looked around, slightly confused. "Huh?"

"You fell asleep," Mike explained.

Across the bed, Bobby was rubbing Lindsay's back. "Lindsay," he called softly. "Time to get up, sweetheart."

Lindsay rolled over and looked into her husband's eyes. "I fell asleep?"

"You sure did," Bobby said, bending to kiss her gently.

"How long did we sleep?" Helen asked.

"About two hours," Mike said with a smile.

"Oh God. Where are the kids?" Lindsay sat up quickly but Bobby held her back.

"Relax honey. They're playing in Robby's room and everything sounds perfectly fine."

Lindsay sighed in relief. "Well I should probably get back downstairs. I'm not being a very good hostess sleeping."

"Everyone understands," Bobby said as he helped her stand.

Mike pulled Helen to her feet and hugged her briefly before slipping his arm around her and leading her back downstairs. "Did you have a nice nap?" he asked softly.

Helen nodded. "I didn't realize how tired I was until I laid down. I was just going to rest for a few minutes..."

Mike laughed. "The joys of being pregnant."

Helen and Mike were putting boxes of things in the babies' room a few hours later when Helen felt a fluttering in her stomach. She gasped and cupped her stomach with a smile on her face.

Mike looked at her, instantly worried. "Helen? Are you okay?"

Helen grinned at him. "I'm great! The baby moved!"

"She did," Mike asked with a smile blooming on his face.

Helen nodded. "Come here." Without thinking twice, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach, right over where the baby was kicking.

Mike stared at Helen in awe as he felt the first movements of their child. "Wow," he said with a soft smile. "That's amazing."

"Isn't it?" Helen beamed. Mike nodded, then realized that Helen had done what she most feared, she'd let him touch her somewhere she felt unattractive. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he knelt in front of her and pressed a gentle kiss to her stomach. Helen froze, realizing what she'd done, then smiled broadly. She ran a hand over Mike's hair and he smiled up at her.

"You are so beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse.

Helen smiled, suddenly wanting to be alone with her boyfriend more than anything. She wanted to share her pregnancy with him, the whole thing. His one act of kissing her stomach had dispelled the last of her fears. She pulled on Mike's hands and he stood up, enveloping her in a hug. "Let's get out of here," she said softly. "I missed you."

Mike smiled cautiously. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure," Helen assured him with a grin.

"Okay," Mike agreed. They headed to find Bobby and Lindsay and tell them that they were going home.

Lindsay hugged Helen goodbye and pulled back, looking her friend in the eye. "Are you okay?"

"I'm great," Helen answered honestly. "Take care of yourself," she added pointedly.

"I will," Lindsay promised. "We should have lunch this week."

"Okay, that sounds good. Call me tomorrow?"

"Sure."

Helen and Mike left and not long after they did everyone else headed home too. Ellenor and Zoe were spending the night at Matt's alone and Helen was glad. She wanted to have alone time with Mike. When they arrived back at the apartment, Helen smiled shyly at Mike. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous around him.

Mike, picking up on her mood, smiled. "Why don't we order dinner?"

"Don't you want to..."

"Of course I do." He walked over to Helen and kissed her gently. "We have all night honey. We'll eat dinner and if you're still sure you want to..."

"I will be," Helen said with a smile.

"Just to be sure then. And," Mike smiled teasingly. "You're going to need to keep up your strength."

Helen laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Promises, promises."

Mike kissed her, his tongue brushing over her lips until she opened her mouth, allowing him entrance. Their tongues danced around each other until Helen moaned and pulled back. "You better order the pizza if you want to eat before we start, because if we don't stop now I don't know if I'll be able to."

Mike smiled and kissed her lightly. "What do you want on the pizza?"

"Spinach," Helen answered immediately. "And mushrooms and sausage."

Mike laughed. "That's a new one."

Helen blushed. "The baby wants it."

"Well then, by all means we can't have the baby going hungry." Mike called and placed their order. "I can go pick it up in half an hour."

"Okay. While you're getting it, I'll make us a salad."

"Sounds good to me," Mike said. He left a few minutes later to drive to the pizza place.

When he was gone, Helen threw in a couple CDs while she was making their salad and setting the table. A couple songs in, "All That Jazz" came on. Helen grinned and hurried to the stereo to turn up the volume. She loved that song.

"Come on babe, why don't we paint the town/And all that jazz," she sang loudly as she danced around the kitchen, wiggling her hips enthusiastically.

Mike walked in the apartment and stopped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Helen was standing with her back to him, singing loudly and wiggling around, apparently how the singer did in the show.

"Start the car, I know a whoopee spot/where the gin is cold but the piano's hot. It's just a noisy hall/ where there's a nightly brawl and all that jazz!"

When the song ended with Helen striking a dramatic pose, Mike couldn't help himself. He began clapping. Helen whirled around, her cheeks bright red. "I...I didn't know you were home."

Mike raised his eyebrows. "I figured you didn't. That's a quite a show."

Helen turned even more red. "How much did you see?"

Mike smiled. "About two stanzas. I didn't know you can sing. And I liked your dance." Mike wiggled his hips in imitation.

Helen sighed as she put their salad on the table along with a glass of milk for her and a soda for Mike. "We did that show when I was in law school. I was Velma."

"Which one's Velma?" Mike asked, setting out the pizza.

"Catherine Zeta-Jones played her in the movie."

Mike nodded. He'd never seen it, but he remembered the commercials. They ate dinner quickly, both wanting to get it over with. Mike cleaned up the kitchen and Helen went into her bedroom. She grabbed a blue satin teddy and a matching robe and went into the bathroom to change. The teddy fell over her, dipping low over her breasts and draping over her stomach, not too tightly but not hiding it either. She slid the robe on over it, freshened up her make up and brushed her hair and her teeth when she heard Mike enter the bedroom. She put down the hair brush and looked in the mirror. She took a deep breath. She could do this, she wanted to do this.

Mike was laying on the bed with the bedside lamp on when the bathroom door opened and Helen walked out. Mike felt his breath catch in his throat. He stood slowly and walked towards her. "You look so beautiful," he said softly as he framed her face with his hands and kissed her.

Helen smiled nervously. "You haven't seen all of me yet."

"Can I?" Mike asked. Helen nodded and he moved his hands down to the belt of the robe, untying it and opening it so it slid down her shoulders, pooling on the floor. Mike could almost see Helen holding her breath. He smiled and reached out, gently stroking a hand over her belly. "You are so so beautiful." He looked at her face, and smiled.

Helen wanted to believe him so badly. He stroked a hand down her cheek and leaned in, kissing her hungrily. Helen responded and he slid his hand down her body, appreciating her new curves as he did so. His fingers reached for the bottom of her teddy and slowly drew it up her body. They broke apart and he pulled it over her head.

Helen paused, her heart seemingly frozen in her chest as Mike let his gaze wander up and down her body, seeing her for the first time in more than two months. The changes were undeniable, her breasts were much larger. That and her stomach sticking out were the most obvious changes. She watched Mike's face carefully, trying to gauge his reaction. Mike stroked a finger lightly over her breast before cupping it in his hand. He looked at Helen and smiled. That smile was all Helen needed.

Mike drew her back to the bed and she followed easily. He sat down and drew her down next to him, kissing her gently at first, then more passionately. They lay back on the bed and Mike let his hands run over Helen's skin refamiliarizing himself with her body and learning its new curves and contours. As he rained kisses over her shoulders and began working his way downward, Helen busied herself with his shirt, getting it up over his head. He finally pulled it off himself and Helen went to work on his belt and shorts. They were quickly kicked off the bed as soon as she got them undone. Helen wrapped her legs around Mike's waist and began pushing down his boxer shorts. Mike moaned.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by a ringing phone. Mike groaned, this time in frustration. "That's my cell."

"You should get it," Helen said. "It could be important."

"It might not be," Mike said hopefully.

"If it's not, I'll be right here waiting," Helen purred.

Mike jumped off the bed and grabbed the phone from the pocket of his shorts. "Maguire here," he said. Then his face grew serious. "Oh my God. When? Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. Thanks."

Helen sat up in the bed and looked at him, worried. "Mike? What happened?"

Mike raised tear filled eyes to meet hers. "My grandfather died," he answered softly.

Helen stood up and without thinking hugged him tightly. Mike's arms tightened around her and she felt his body shake with silent sobs.