Yeah, I know. This chapter is shorter than the previous two. I thought about adding another section at the end, but I already know what I want to do and felt it would be easier to write in the next chapter. Plus that puts me ahead in the planning! :D And I couldn't finish writing it by 2 in the morning to have it up for when you guys wake up! However, I will write more and try and update soon again. Sorry for the wait!

Thanks for the reviews! They make me smile! :D (Oh, and I don't know exactly what the REM stage is that I wrote in the last chapter. Sorries! I wrote what I learned from the internet and a psych class I took 2 years ago. But I will be taking Intro to Psych this year and maybe I can give a more accurate definition in another story later! Read KateEals review for a more accurate definition! )

I think just the fact that I haven't been to college proves that I am not old enough to own Flashpoint! Maybe someday? Okay, no? That's fine too.

Enjoy, loves!

Greg made toast with peanut butter spread on top. He assumed Jules wouldn't eat a lot so the toast keeps it light and the peanut butter provides her with some protein. He also poured a glass of orange juice to wash it down.

He heard the shower turn off 20 minutes ago but barely heard any movement from upstairs. Not wanting to intrude but still wanting to make sure she was okay, he went upstairs to just outside her bedroom door. He knocked lightly on her door and waited for a reply. After a few seconds of waiting without a reply, he knocked again before slowly opening the door.

Jules was found sleeping on her stomach with her right arm tucking a pillow firmly to her chest. Her feet were dangling off near one of the nightstands. She was lying horizontal to the position people normally sleep on a bed. Greg was able to assume she walked from the bathroom and basically just fell on the bed rather than position her head near the headboard.

He was about to leave when a white stick on the nightstand caught his eye. He'd seen that before. He knew what it meant and after everything that happened in the past 24 hours this was just going to add stress to an already delicate situation.

He sighed. Then looked at Jules one last time to make sure she wasn't waking up, he turned and left. Originally he was going to make sure she ate before falling asleep and then leave, but there was no point in waking her up when sleep will be scarce for the next few weeks. He found and empty piece of paper and a pen and wrote a message telling Jules to eat something before calling him and he can drive her back to the hospital. The offer to drive her was his way of making sure she ate and because he felt she wasn't in the condition to be fully aware of her surroundings to drive.

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Flashback

"Have you ever thought about having kids?"

"What?" Sam looked down from watching the TV to his lap. Jules head had been resting there for the past hour and he assumed she fell asleep.

With her eyes still closed she continued to speak. "You heard me."

"Yeah, it's just that – Yes, I have thought about it. Why are you asking now?" He took pieces of her hair that were sprawled along his legs and twisted the strands through his fingers.

Then she opened her eyes to look at him. "I don't know. I saw a family at the store today. They were just buying groceries but they looked happy."

"And you thought of us?" He was mostly following the direction this conversation was going.

"Well yeah." Now she looked nervous, or confused. Either way, Sam thought it was cute. "What do you think our kids would look like?"

"You." Simple. That answer flowed from his lips without a second thought. There was no question about it. He personally would not mind if they had a miniature-Jules running around the house. However the stubbornness could be a little less evident in their children. He wouldn't be too fond of miniature-Jules telling him she would rather have waffles than pancakes for breakfast after the pancakes were already made.

"Why me?"

"Because you're perfect!"

She stared long and hard at him, which wasn't too intimidating considering she was below him, before rolling her eyes and saying his name with a sarcastic tone. "I'm serious."

"I am too. I want another girl to treat like a princess. I want to spoil her senseless. And when she's a teenager, I want to scare the boys away because none of them will be good enough for her." Triumphantly he looked down at her and smiled.

"Do you realize how complicated raising a girl can be? Especially when she becomes a teenager?"

"Oh, and I bet you think boys are any better?"

Their conversation continued for another 15 minutes before it dwindled down and Jules really fell asleep on his lap. When he was done watching TV he gently slid his body from under her head. After cleaning up the downstairs he walked back to the couch. He tucked his arms underneath her knees and back to pick her up. He cradled her to his body while she unconsciously curled into him. As he finished walking up the stairs, he kissed her forehead and turned his attention to the doorknob currently blocking him from reaching their bed.

The task of turning the knob was proving to be quite difficult. He couldn't reach his left hand to the doorknob without her legs hitting the door and the same difficulties reached him with his right hand and her head against the frame. He stood there for a few good seconds contemplating his predicament without waking Jules. He can blow up doors and windows and shoot through walls but the probability of him opening that door without waking her was quite low.

Finally he opted into tightening his core to balance on his left leg while the toes of his right foot curled around and twisted the doorknob to open the door. After laying her down on her side of the bed he stood up and thought about what he just did.

Jules is to never know about this.