8.

Sleep would not come that night, even less so than the nights before. Without her there next to him he simply couldn't relax. Her mind was closed to his and he hoped she felt as bad as he did. He recognized their fight earlier for what it was; an outburst of pent up emotions, but that didn't mean he forgave her for putting away their daughter's belongings without even telling him.

During the past weeks he had found some small form of comfort in watching Anna's room. He would stand in the entrance and remember how her face would light up when he came home. How she would jump off her bed and run into his arms so that he would pick her up and fly her through the air. And when he would turn around he'd find Deanna standing behind them with a soft smile on her face and the light of love shining in her eyes.

A light that had been painfully absent ever since her family had died. It was now just the two of them and they were fighting. Suddenly he saw how wrong it all was; their precious little girl shouldn't be dead, nor should his brother-in-law and mother-in-law be, but they were and now they had to stick together – not push each other away. He was hurting for all of them and for Deanna too and he just wanted it to stop.

Making up his mind he slipped into a robe and hurried to the door. He didn't know where Deanna was, but he'd find her and when he did he'd apologize even if it'd be the last thing he did. The doors opened and he stepped out side to come face to face with his wife. There were no tears in her eyes and she seemed painfully calm, but he knew that inside that pretty head emotions were raging like the worst of thunderstorms.

"I'm sorry." They said simultaneous, both laughing awkwardly at their timing. "I shouldn't have put away her belongings Will…but I just couldn't--"

"Shhh, I don't want to fight about this Deanna. Come inside, I think we could both use some sleep."

Deanna nodded and followed her husband. In their bedroom he slowly undressed her, hiding a smile as he felt her shiver under his light touches. When he was done she returned the favour, working just as slowly.

.::.I know you're still angry,.::. she thought quietly when they lay down, .::.and hurting. I am too and I want nothing more than for it to stop.::. She curled onto his chest and grabbed a handful of his chest hair. .::.I want to go on with my live; with *our* live, without feeling all this pain.::.

Will kissed the top of her hair, ignoring the dark curl that stuck to his lips as he pulled away. .::.I want that too Imzadi, but we can't forget them, ever.::.

.::.I know…but some times I wish I could.::. Her guilt flood into his mind and he hugged her closer; knowing exactly what she felt because he felt it too.

He'd nearly drifted off to sleep when her mind reached out to his again. .::.Will?.::.

.::.Hmmm?.::.

.::.I think I might be pregnant again.::.

===tbc...===

Can't have a story without at least a bit of hope, right? J The reviews are still very much appreciated *g* CrusherJaneway, thank you for your support :D