Steele Dreaming
by Tanya Reed
I hope you are enjoying this little bit of fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own Remington Steele and I am not making any profit from this story.
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Laura and Remington Steele sat on the couch contentedly with their arms about each other. Laura's head rested on her husband's shoulder, and Remington's hand sat lightly on his wife's very large mid-section.
"I didn't think you meant it when you said you wanted to fill our house," he murmured affectionately, actually looking forward to once more changing diapers and cleaning up spit-up.
Laura chuckled softly, watching two little girls playing in front of an unlit fireplace. One, the older one, had long black hair, big blue eyes, and a smile that would one day stop young men dead in their tracks. The other, barely out of babyhood, was toddling around, pulling her sister's hair and getting into things. She was the more adventurous of the two. Her brown hair was just reaching her shoulders, and the most noticeable aspect of her face was the very prominent freckles that seemed to be splashed on in no particular order.
Grace let out a squeal as her little sister once more pulled her ponytail. "Mommy, make Lettie stop that! It hurts."
Laura sighed and untangled herself from Remington. "I think it's about time the two of you went down for a nap."
"But I'm not tired."
"Not tired!" Lettie agreed.
"You know that you have to go. It's time. If you don't have a nap, you get cranky."
Grace thought about it. "Well, only if Daddy carries meā¦and I get ice cream when I wake up."
Laura smiled. "Deal."
"Piggy-back?" Remington asked Grace, who nodded.
"Piggy-back!" echoed Lettie.
"Ah, the super-duper daddy special. I may need your assistance, Mrs. Steele."
"Anytime Mr. Steele."
Remington knelt down so that Grace could climb on his back. She did, gripping his shoulders tightly and wrapping her legs around him.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Then Remington held out his arms. Laura bent awkwardly and scooped up Lettie. She gave her a little cuddle before placing her in her father's waiting arms. Lettie wrapped her arms about Remington's neck and put her legs right over Grace's. With one hand on each child, Remington started up the stairs. Laura followed right after him, ready to catch all of them if they happened to fall down the stairs.
Together, they trumped up the stairs and into the room that the two girls shared. Remington dropped them onto the bed. Grace and Lettie laughed as they bounced on the mattress.
"Crawl in," Laura instructed.
They did, and their father tucked them in, kissing them. Laura took her turn too, then the two of them walked out, closing the door.
"You know," Laura commented, taking Steele's hand, "This is a beautiful cabin. It was very nice of Donald's brother to lend it to us for our vacation."
Remington nodded. "A dear little place. It's a shame he's selling it."
"Yes. There'll be snow here at Christmas."
Laura opened her mouth to say something else, but all that came out was, "Oh!"
"Laura, what is it?"
Laura's look of surprise turned into a dimpled smile. "What do you think of June 20 as the birth date of your next child?"
