Elsewhere in the castle while Pidge and Becca were in the kitchen…

******************************************************************

Darcy looked down at her husband.  She was leaning back on a couple of pillows and Lance was lying with his head on her chest and his arm wrapped around her middle.  He was sound asleep.  The televiewer was on low, broadcasting news from across the universe.  She toyed with a lock of his hair.  Something, she wasn't sure what, was gnawing on her mind. 

He groaned in his sleep as he felt her try to slide out from under him.  "Where you goin'?"  He mumbled.

"I just want to check on the baby."

Lance loosened his grip on her and let her slide out of the bed.  A moment later he sensed her return, but she didn't get back into bed.  Instead, he heard a soft sigh.  Opening one eye, he saw Schuyler lying beside him.

"What are you doing?"  Lance asked his wife as he rolled onto his side.

"Well, I don't think Becca's coming back tonight and I don't want Schuyler in the nursery alone."

"But we have the door open, she won't be alone."

"I don't know.  It's a feeling I have.  Just go with it."  Darcy told him, standing over the bed. 

"Okay, but she can't sleep in the bed with us, that's not safe."

"I know, I'm going to bring her crib in here."

Lance sighed and pushed the covers back, "I'll get it."

"No, no.  I got it, it's on wheels.  You're exhausted."

"Okay," Lance fell back on the bed and gently stroked Schuyler's back.  He watched as Darcy pushed the crib into the room, around the bed and stopped in front of the window where she kicked the brakes back on and steadied the crib.

"You want to talk about it?" Lance asked as she picked Schuyler up and soothingly rubbed her back.

"It's just a feeling I have.  I don't think she should be alone tonight."

"Come here," Lance held his hand out and gently pulled the two towards him.  "Everything will be alright, baby," he wrapped his arm around Darcy's shoulders and pulled her to him.

"I know," she laid her head on his shoulder and watched their little girl sleep in her arms.

"You're turning into a worrier."

"So, do you think Pidge and Becca made up?"

"Smooth way to change the subject and yes, I think they did."

"You need to get some sleep, Lance, you're exhausted."

"I'm fine," he softly ran his finger down the baby's arm.

"When are you meeting with Keith?"

"0700."

"Get some sleep, honey, I'll put the baby down."

Lance laid back and watched her carry Schuyler to the crib, "Should you keep the crib by the window, the sun will wake her."

Darcy turned to him with a smile, "Honey, have you ever known the sun to be up before your daughter?"

Lance sat straight up in bed and whipped his head toward the door.

"What is it?"  Darcy asked.

"I think the door just locked."

"But…"  She was cut off when the door to the nursery slid shut.

Lance jumped out of bed and started toward the door. 

Then there was darkness.

*********************************************************

"Do you need anything?"  Keith whispered.

He and Allura were cuddled up in bed.  She was leaning against him and he had his arms wrapped around her, gently stroking her swollen stomach.

"I don't need a thing right now," she murmured.

Cady was curled up beside her, clutching her blankie, her thumb hanging from her slightly opened mouth.  The bedside lamp glowed softly, reflecting off her blonde curls.  Allura had also felt unsettled and had asked Keith to bring their little girl in to their room.  Blaming it on hormones, she told him she was having a strange feeling and wanted Cady with them.  Keith indulged her, planning on returning the baby to her crib after Allura fell asleep.

"Do you think she's getting to be too big for a crib?"  Allura whispered, stroking Cady's golden head.

"I think we can wait a few more months."  Keith told her.

"She's getting so big."

"Don't sound so wistful," he teased.  "You've got two more babies coming."

She sighed.

"What is it?"

"How do you think she's going to react to the babies?"

"She'll be fine.  I'll make sure she has plenty of attention while you're changing diapers." 

Allura smiled, "Thanks for the support, sweetie."

"That's why I'm here."  He nuzzled her throat.

"You need to get some sleep."

"I will."

"Keith…"

"Once I see that you're asleep."

She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, "You're being silly.  I dozed off this evening, I'm wide awake right now.  If you wait for me, you'll be up for hours."

"Then I'll be up for hours," he whispered, kissing her cheek.

Allura sighed and laid her head back, enjoying the feel of his arms around her and the soft curls of her daughter's hair beneath her hand.

Keith leaned back against the pillows, holding her to him.  He was happiest at moments like this when his family was within reach and he knew they were safe.  His eyes drifted shut and he fell into a light doze.

Allura heard the soft click.  "Keith?"

"Hm?"

"I just heard something."

He stiffened and tightened his arms around her, awake and alert.  "What was it?"

"A quiet click," she whispered. "Like…like the door locking."

Keith slid out from beneath her and Allura gathered Cady on her lap.  He grabbed his communicator and stepped to the door. 

Everything went dark.