Hawke opened his eyes and stared in confusion for a long moment at the unfamiliar ceiling of wooden timber. Doc's cabin, he remembered relaxing. He and Caitlin were at Doc's cabin. He glanced down at his wife; her head was pillowed on his shoulder, her arm around his waist. One of his arms hugged her to him with his hand resting on her bare freckled shoulder; his other hand stroked her arm gently.

There was something different, he mused and frowned slightly. No headache, he realised. He sighed. He had spent a few days at the clinic in Foxridge with a major concussion and another few days recuperating at home before he and Caitlin had decided to head to Doc's cabin a couple of days early. It was the first time his head had stopped aching since the crash. He hugged his wife a little closer. He knew it had worried her. The injury was too similar to the one that had caused him to stay in a coma for two months. He was glad they'd had the time together just the two of them. They had both needed to regain their balance after the scare of the previous weekend. He brushed her red hair away from her face and felt her stir.

'You awake?' Hawke asked.

'No.' Caitlin replied grumpily. She snuggled back into him.

'I don't have a headache.' He said knowing it would get her instant attention.

Caitlin's head shifted and she inched up the bed and his body to look at him squarely. 'You don't?'

He shook his head and skimmed a finger down her cheek. 'Nope.'

She smiled brightly. 'Now that's the best anniversary present you could have given me.' She kissed him.

'So you don't want your other present?' He teased when she drew back.

'Is this the surprise?' Caitlin asked excitedly.

'No.' Hawke denied. He shifted and reached below the bed to rescue the package he had hidden there absently noting Caitlin was taking something out of the bedside table on the other side.

They both sat up in bed; Caitlin clutching a sheet to her. They grinned at one another before exchanging gifts.

Caitlin tore the paper of hers like a child on Christmas morning before the white box revealed another smaller box wrapped in more paper. Hawke watched her as she opened two more before she found the smallest box. She opened the suede jewellery case and gently reached in to touch the gold heart-shaped locket. Hawke inched over and took the necklace from the box. He opened it up and showed her the pictures inside; one of the two of them and one of Nicky.

He cleared his throat nervously when she didn't speak. 'I thought the pictures could be the paper.' He explained; they had agreed their personal gifts would follow the tradition of paper representing the first anniversary.

'It's perfect.' Her eyes were bright with unshed tears and they started to fall as she kissed him.

'Turn around and I'll put it on.' Hawke said his own gruff with emotion.

It took two seconds before the delicate gold was in place around her neck; the locket resting just above her heart.

Caitlin fingered her present and turned back to him. 'It's your turn.'

Hawke carefully unwrapped her gift knowing it would drive her mad. He was certain she was about to grab it out of his hands and unwrap it herself when he finished and extracted a white box.

'I've always wanted one of these.' He joked.

She slapped his shoulder and he pretended to wince. 'Open it.' She demanded.

He complied and froze. His fingers reached in and took out the framed sheet of music. The signature on the bottom was Mozart. He recognised the piece as part of one that was a particular favourite of his. 'How did you get this?' He wondered out loud as his fingers traced over the glass and the gold frame; there was an inscription on the bottom; 'To my husband, all my love, Mrs Stringfellow Hawke'. He found himself smiling.

Caitlin smiled smugly at his reaction. 'It pays to have a grandfather who's an oil billionaire at times.' She admitted.

'Cait, this had to cost…'

'Hey.' She cut him off with a wave of her hand. 'You're not the only one with a trust fund you know. And besides you're worth it.'

He tugged her into his arms and kissed her soundly; the wrapping paper and boxes were quickly pushed aside as kisses turned to passion.

It was much later that they found themselves wrapped up in each other still, cuddling under the covers. Hawke checked the clock. It was early and he had plenty of time to get them up and ready for the surprise. He felt a quiver of nerves and hoped Caitlin would like what he had in mind.

'Whatcha thinking?' She said raising her head from his shoulder to look at him.

'About the info in that letter you discovered.' Hawke covered quickly. It wasn't a complete lie. The discovery of a potential brother and sister had been preying on his mind although both he and Saint John had both been pleased at the additional evidence that their parents had survived the boating accident.

'Well it was Marella and Jo really.' Caitlin admitted. 'I don't speak Japanese.'

'It's weird,' Hawke commented as he ran his fingers down her spine absently, 'thinking that I have a brother and a sister I don't know anything about.'

Caitlin smoothed an errant lock of hair away from his forehead. 'Marella says the lead on your sister was pretty good. You might be able to get to know her real soon.'

'Yeah. Maybe.' Hawke met her blue-green eyes. 'Maybe I should concentrate on getting to know Saint John first, huh?'

'He and Michael seemed to have gotten over their fight.' Caitlin murmured. Hawke had mentioned he thought the two men had gotten into some kind of altercation.

'Good.' Hawke stated unequivocally. He caught Caitlin's questioning look. 'I'm not sure I like the idea of two grown men fighting over me.'

'You're worth fighting over.' Caitlin said. A shadow flitted across her face as she remembered Angelica Horn and Hawke's arms tightened around her. Angelica had miraculously survived the gunshot wound. She was in critical condition and under lock and key at one of the old FIRM clinics.

'Hey.' Hawke comforted her. 'It's over.'

'But it isn't, is it?' Caitlin said. 'Not until we catch her husband, the boss, whoever he is.'

'We'll get him.' Hawke said confidently. 'By the way, what did you tell Jo about Airwolf turning up on her own?'

Caitlin shook off her mood and grinned. 'That it was part of her programming to respond to a Morse code instruction from her pilot but we'd never used it before so I hadn't wanted to say anything in case it failed.'

'Inventive.' Hawke said dryly.

'I thought so.' Caitlin agreed. She sighed ruefully. 'We're going to have to tell them about Airwolf's artificial intelligence sooner or later.'

'Yeah.' Hawke cuddled her closer. 'I vote for later.' He kissed her again and she settled back across his chest, her head tucked under his chin.

Thank God Airwolf had turned up when she did, Hawke thought. From the account Caitlin had given him, the helicopter had saved her life. He had almost lost her. The thought sent a shudder through his frame. He couldn't imagine his life without her, Hawke mused, and he didn't want to. He frowned remembering his dream after the crash.

'What's wrong?' Caitlin asked feeling him tense.

'Nothing.' He denied.

She raised her head and shot him a knowing look.

He shrugged. 'I was just thinking of Dom.'

Her gaze softened.

'I miss him.' Hawke said roughly.

Caitlin brushed her lips over his. 'Me too.'

'Hey,' he said his conversation about his family with Dom coming back to him, 'I was thinking…'

'What?'

Hawke looked at her intently. 'How would you feel about a sibling for Nicky?'

Caitlin's eyes widened a little. 'You mean another baby?'

'Yeah.' Hawke nodded. 'What do you think?'

Caitlin searched his blue eyes. 'I guess we've never really discussed how many kids we're aiming for.'

Hawke stroked her bare shoulder. 'Kinda depends on you. You had a tough pregnancy last time out.'

'Yeah.' She shrugged. 'I wouldn't look forward to the morning sickness again but I'm not keen on Nicky being an only child.'

'I wouldn't mind another baby.' Hawke admitted. He remembered Dom's words. A daughter. 'Maybe we could try for a little girl.'

'A little girl?'

'Yeah. Like her mommy.' Hawke touched a finger to her lips. 'What do you think?'

'I could be persuaded.' Caitlin said.

Hawke grabbed hold of her and she gave a surprised laugh as he shifted them so she was lying beneath him. 'How would you like to be persuaded?' He asked suggestively.

'You're on the right lines.' Caitlin said. They were both smiling when they kissed.

A couple of hours later, Caitlin laughed nervously as Hawke brought the chopper into land by their own home; she was blindfolded in preparation for her surprise. He surveyed the front of the cabin with satisfaction.

'Aw, come on, Hawke.' Caitlin protested. 'Can't I take this off now?' Her fingers pawed at the band of material across her eyes.

'Not yet.' Hawke said. 'Just wait there.' He quickly alighted and moved around the front of the helicopter to help her get out on the other side. He led her round to the front of the chopper and reached up to undo the blindfold.

'OK?' He asked before he removed it.

'OK.' Caitlin said firmly.

He took the material away.

She blinked and her hand moved to cover her mouth in shock.

The clearing and wooden deck in front of the cabin had been laid out exactly in the same way as it had on the day of their wedding a year before. White and yellow flowers edged the clearing; petals were strewn on the ground. Sunlight bathed everything in a golden glow; the lake shone like glass under the clear blue sky. A judge stood ready at the arbour that had been created on the deck; their friends and family stood smiling at them. Caitlin saw her parents, her own sisters and brothers gathered along with Saint John, Jo, Michael, Angelina and Marella who held Nicky. Her eyes filled up with tears and she looked at her husband in shock.

'String…'

Hawke took hold of her hand and kissed its palm gently. 'Marry me again?'

Caitlin nodded and they hugged much to the amusement and joy of the waiting crowd. Caitlin found herself quickly pulled away from Hawke as her mother ushered her into the cabin to change. Hawke was equally harried into a spare room to get changed into a suit.

It didn't take him long but he found himself fumbling with the tie.

'Here let me help you with that.' Saint John moved into the room and turned his brother to face him. He fastened the tie with a thoughtless efficiency that spoke of years of military experience. His tanned face was set in a frown of concentration; his hazel eyes fixed on his task.

'You know,' Hawke commented, 'I dreamed this the last time.'

'What?' Saint John asked.

'You helping me with my tie; giving me last words of wisdom.' Hawke confessed.

Saint John's hands slowed momentarily. So, he thought, that explained why Michael had been insistent Saint John go help his brother. 'It was a selfish decision, String, leaving you alone and it's one I'm going to regret all my life.'

Hawke registered the sincerity of the words and nodded. 'Maybe we should stop looking into the past.' He said. 'Concentrate on the future.'

'Sounds like a plan.' Saint John said. 'You never did learn to tie these things right.' He grumbled good-naturedly as he finished. 'There. You're set.'

'You guys done in here?' Michael walked in and Hawke blinked in surprise. His friend was holding Nicky in one arm and carrying a buff folder in the other. He had never seen him look so comfortable with the baby.

'I take it you passed the infamous baby test.' Hawke said wryly.

'Just.' Michael admitted. His gaze strayed to Saint John. 'I had some help.'

Hawke raised an eyebrow. Michael and Saint John conspiring? Maybe he ought to be worried.

'I'm glad I've got you both together.' Michael said. 'This arrived yesterday.' He handed the folder to Hawke who flipped it open.

His eyes shot back to the spy. 'This is the FBI file on my parents.'

Michael nodded. 'You were right. Your parents did go into witness protection soon after the boating accident. There's a note in the file that states they were informed you and your brother perished at sea.'

Hawke's eyes darkened with anger.

'At least we know they survived now.' Saint John said placing a comforting hand on Hawke's shoulder. 'Go on.'

'Unfortunately, the rest is not great news.' Michael said. 'Apparently soon after the birth of your sister…'

'So that letter Jo found was correct?' Saint John interrupted.

'Yes.' Michael brushed his moustache and adjusted his hold on Nicky. 'Apparently there was an incident.'

'An incident?' Hawke asked.

'Their cover was blown and there was an attempt on their lives. The FBI moved them but within two days your parents disappeared along with the baby.' Michael sighed. 'They left a note stating that they didn't believe the FBI could protect them.'

'That's the reason why the file is open.' Saint John concluded.

Michael nodded. His nose wrinkled suddenly. 'Excuse me but I think your son needs changing.' He left the room and the two brothers found themselves alone.

Hawke threw the folder on the bed in disgust.

Saint John sighed. 'At least we know they made it into witness protection.' He looked at his brother. 'We'll find them.'

'We will.' Hawke agreed. 'But whatever happens, we'll always have each other, right?'

Saint John pulled Hawke into his arms for a brotherly hug. 'Right.' He patted Hawke's back and stood back. 'I'm glad you're renewing your vows. It kinda feels like I'm getting to attend your wedding after all.'

'Yeah.' Hawke agreed fervently.

They made their way out and Hawke took the familiar position in front of the judge. Saint John stood proudly beside him as his best man and Michael was stood as his second as before. The other guests gathered around in an informal circle leaving a wide gap for Caitlin and her father to walk through.

Hawke turned to look back at the cabin instinctively and smiled. Angelina made her way towards them as she had done a year before, distributing yellow and cream petals from a small white wicker basket. He knew she considered this practice for her father's wedding to Marella. The dark haired agent was next to make the walk from the cabin; she was carrying Nicky. Caitlin moved onto the porch with her father.

The dress was new; a simple cream column of silk. She wore the same cream wool shawl, draped over her arms and held a bouquet of gold and cream roses in her hand just as she had before. His locket hung around her neck. Their eyes met and held as she was escorted to his side.

Hawke took her hand and interlinked their fingers.

'I love you, Mrs Hawke.' He said softly.

She smiled at him joyfully. 'I love you too.'

The judge cleared his throat and the renewal of their vows begun as an eagle cried its approval overhead.