When they finally got home they decided to wait to a more reasonable hour to call Nick's family.

While Sara took a bath Nick decided it was as good as any a time to write out the checks for all the bills.

"You look pensive." Sara walked into the room dressed in her robe drying her hair on a towel.

"Do you know what this thousand dollars was for?" He showed her the bank statement.

"Ah." Sara said.

"I guess that means you do."

"I was mean to tell you about that."

"About what exactly?" Nick asked.

"It was when things went crazy at work and I didn't see you for three days."

"What about it?"

Sara got up and walked into the bedroom and returned and set the pack in front of him.

Nick studied it.

"It's a bank account."

"It's a high interest savings account. You need a thousand dollars to start it and then need to make regular payments into it."

"Okay. What's it for?"

"College fund." Sara replied. "I figured we could manage a couple hundred bucks a month. By the kid gets to be 18 it should be up to about forty four thousand plus whatever the interest adds." She paused. "You're not mad are you?"

"No I think it's a great idea, I just wish you'd mentioned it before."

"I went to the bank to pay in some money and I was reading this pamphlet about something to do with college funds and the next thing you I was talking to one of the account managers setting it up. I was going to tell you but things were crazy and I forgot."

"Hopefully the kid will be as smart as you and get a scholarship." Nick pulled her into his lap.

"It cheaper to send a kid to a university in the same state as you live."

"I know. We all worked our asses of to get scholarships or partial scholarships and then had jobs to help pay."

"This is why we're not having seven kids." Sara told him.

"How many were you thinking?"

"Two or three seem to work for your brother and sisters." Sara replied.

"So two or three huh?"

"Ask me again after the whole child birth process if I don't kill you."

"Nice to know." He ran a hand over her stomach. "What exactly do you have on under that?"

"I just got out of the bath what do you think I have on under this?" Sara inquired.

"Perhaps I should investigate." Nick suggested.

"Bed." Sara stated. "I have standards."

"What kind of standards?"

"Very demanding ones. Think you're up to the challenge?"

"I'll try my best."

"I bet you will." Sara kissed him.

A/N: A short chapter. I promise that next chapter will involve telling the parents.