Bonfire

Amy snuggles up by their camp's bonfire. "Have you ever observed the Leonid Meteor Shower before?" She asks Sheldon.

He looks up from the telescope he is setting up for stargazing and shakes his head, "I haven't. Leonard, Koothrappali and Wolowitz once came here to observe it, but I stayed home. Uh… now that I think about it, they never told me how it was." He recalls. The guys never admitted to him how it really went that night.

This surprises Amy. "Really? You told me it was a worthy sight."

"Oh, the meteors are great," he replies, "But camping? We have to be thankful no wild animal has attacked us yet."

"Wild animals? Are there bears around here?"

"Forget the bears," Sheldon dismisses it, "Butterflies! Have one flying around in your tent. An insect flying all over your head, this is terrifying."

Amy nods. She is not particularly bothered by butterflies or other flying creatures, but she remembers the sounds her husband made the last time one had entered an enclosed space with him. That was terrifying.

"Still, you agreed to come here tonight," Amy realizes.

Sheldon shrugs. "Well, I said it. Even if it is just an astronomical event, it is still a great natural spectacle. And you were so curious and eager to see the meteor shower... I would do anything to please you these days," he admits as his gaze rejoices at the view of her growing belly. He would have never accepted to go camping, yet alone with his five months pregnant wife. Except that her state was exactly the reason he couldn't deny her anything.

"Just these days?" She teases.

"Let's say I am more inclined now, and I have an excuse for it," Sheldon concedes. "Oh, it begins!"

Above them, meteors shine as they impact on the atmosphere. Sheldon let himself be amazed and stare by the naked eye before leaning into the telescope. "Come and see," he offers her.

Following Sheldon's directions, Amy adjusts to sit on his lap and position herself to look into the telescope. The large grin on her face is somewhat because of the marvelous show, somewhat because of his hold on her belly. For a moment, she also believes the baby is kicking to display its presence.

She detaches from the eyepiece and turns back to Sheldon, grinning. "Did you make a wish?" She asks.

"Uh? Why?"

She expected his answers, still she replies, "We are watching shooting stars. It is customary to make a wish when you see one."

"This is silly," Sheldon remonstrates, "These aren't even stars, but meteoroid streams of particles left from the passage of a comet. How could a bunch of cosmic crumbles influence an event here on earth?"

"Wouldn't you try just for fun?" Amy insists. After all, he has just stated he would do whatever she asks for.

Unexpectedly, Sheldon shrugs."Even if I wanted to, I have nothing to ask for."

"Really? Wouldn't wish for the baby to have a higher intelligence and be in good health?"

"Any check you have undergone showed that both you and the baby are fine," he reminds her, "As for its intelligence, c'mon Amy. It's our child."

Amy nods. She would love with all her heart their kid, no matter its IQ… but let's face it, what are the chances?

"Wouldn't you even want, mm," she pauses and mentally checks if there is any Star something coming out shortly. There is.

"Wouldn't you even want the next Star Wars to be good?"

"I saw the trailer, Amy," he justifies now, "It will be amazing."

Amy sighs, and wonders if he says so just to not give in.

"You think I said so just to not give in and make a wish to some cosmic dust, do you?"

Amy nods unapologetically about it and turns back at the stars.

He keeps quiet for a while and gently rests his chin on her shoulder, pulling her closer. She smells peach shampoo and the roasted marshmallows they had before. What will the baby smell once it's born? More meteoroids fall, and they both close their eyes to dream of their child.

"I mean, I do not want to make a wish to literal stardust," Sheldon says, "But honestly, I have a Nobel prize, everything I've ever wanted… and I have what I never thought I'd want. An amazing wife, our family growing… and we are in the golden age of television and superheroes, what could I ever wish for?" She feels his breath on her neck and a soft kiss. "I have you, oh boy, you," he mutters against her skin, "what could I ever wish for?"

Definitely the baby kicked now. Sheldon gulps, feeling its movement under his hand. Never he dreamed to have this.

Amy brushes his arm and takes a deep breath. Never she had dreamed to have this. She had never dared to.

"What you said... that was really sweet," she recognizes, "If I didn't know you so well, I'd say also a bit cheesy," she jokes. "I wished for a blueberry pie, to be honest."

"They are only particles lost in the sky, they can't grant wishes!"

Amy chuckles and budges even more into him. "Whatever they are, they'd better grant me that pie really soon," she insists.

"Mm," Sheldon replies, his face buried back in her. "I promise we'll buy one tomorrow. Just let's stay here a little longer. It's so warm…"