A/N: I know this chapter is really short but the next one is long. Enjoy!

Sara yawned loudly as she forced her eyes open; She really hadn't slept well the night before, waking up every half an hour in fear that she had rolled onto Liz and was suffocating her.

"Hi, baby!" She smiled to Liz, who was kicking and looking around the room.

The infant cooed at the sound of her mother's voice; Sara really didn't know if Liz knew it was her or if she was thinking "Hey, someone to entertain me!"

Sara sat up and pulled Liz into her arms, snuggling her next to her chest.

"Liz, are you hungry? Momma's hungry. Yes, I am. I'm having cereal and you get formula," She continued talking to the infant.

She was surprised to see Gil standing in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Ah, my two favorite ladies! I'll warm Liz's," He kissed Liz on the forehead," Then I'll make yours." He kissed Sara passionately.

"Whoa, not in front of the child!" She laughed as she shielded Liz's eyes.

Sara sat down at the island in the kitchen and continued talking to Liz.

"Baby, why couldn't you sleep last night? You wanted your momma and daddy? That's it. Please don't eat my clothes," She gently pulled the fabric out of the infant's mouth.

Gil handed Sara a bottle and watched her feed Liz.

He smiled as Sara smiled down at the infant in her arms.

"She's perfect," He thought. "They both are."

With a grin he started on Sara's breakfast; She had only wanted cereal but he thought she needed more.

"Toast, cereal and an orange; Is that okay?" He asked as Liz finished the bottle.

Sara shifted her to her shoulder and began burping her; Something that at first, she had been very frightened of.

She was afraid she would pat Liz's back too hard and injure her; But after a few times she really got the hang of it.

"That sounds perfect. Then you can talk to Liz."

Gil carried the meal over to the island, set it down in front of Sara and lifted the baby from her arms.

"Liz, what should I talk about?" He asked the squirming child.

She cooed happily as her father carried her around the room, searching for the perfect subject.

"Bugs, of course!" Sara answered for Liz.