Jack and Irina lay tangled in the sheets, and turned to face each other once their breathing had returned to normal. They had the room to themselves again; Katya had left in the late afternoon so they'd moved Sydney into the room her aunt had vacated.

Jack ran his hand over Irina's ribs, stopping in the dip of her waist for a moment before continuing up over the curve of her hip. "Are you still mad at me?"

She smiled lazily. "When was I mad at you?"

"That I let Katya take Sydney."

"Oh." Irina rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "Katya always used to be the irresponsible one. She—" She sighed. "I keep forgetting how much everything's changed over the last ten – eleven – years. She's good with Sydney; I never would have imagined that."

"If I could have found another way, I would have taken it."

She turned her head and smiled. "I know you wouldn't deliberately put Sydney at risk. It must have been hard for you to let her go."

"I worried about her too. I'm still worried about her."

"I know."

"But we're together now. That's all that matters."

She caught sight of a newly healed scar on Jack's arm. She traced it slowly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He smiled. "It was a love bite."

"No, Jack, I thought you were – I'm sorry."

He cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her head so she was looking at him. "It doesn't matter."

"Jack."

"It amazes me that you can bear to be touched at all."

"Only by you."

They kissed slowly. Jack rolled so he was on top of her, then began to kiss his way down her body. She felt something hot and wet on her skin, and it took her a moment to realize Jack was crying.

"Jack? Sweetheart?"

He ran his fingers over her belly. "How – How do you get over it?"

Nadia. Her breath caught in her throat. "You don't," she managed to say.

"I wish—" He closed his eyes, his face a mask of pain. "I always wanted more children with you."

"Jack—"

"I want our family to be whole again."

Her mouth was dry; her heart beating loudly in her chest. "Jack, I think I'm pregnant."

There it was; the suspicion lurking in the back of her mind finally given voice. She held her breath waiting for his response.

He looked at her in silence, and when he finally spoke it was with a whisper. "Pregnant?"

"Sometime that first weekend," she said with a smile. Then, nervously, "You're okay with it?"

"Yes! You? It's not too soon after – How do you feel?"

"Scared. Happy."

Jack smiled and covered her belly with his hand. "We're having a baby."

"Yes."

"I love you."

She pulled him closer to her.