A/N: A very fluffy chapter…Hope you like it. Reviews are appreciated.

Putting the key in the lock Burke was grateful to be finally home after a long day full of emergency surgeries. He was so tried he could have stayed in one of the hospital on-call rooms but Cristina was at home and he needed to see her. It had been more then 24-hours since he seen her and made sure that she and the baby were ok.

He pushed opened her slightly ajar bedroom door to find her strewn across the bed curled against her pillow. Leaning against the doorframe he longed to be that pillow she was hugging onto tightly. He never realized how much he loved sleeping next to her. He missed her hair in his face, and her light snoring noises she made when she was in deep sleep. He remembered watching her sleep when he woke up before her and on some mornings he'd wake her up by placing kisses all over her face. The frist time he did it she called him a 'dweeb' and pushed him away, but after a while she'd wrap her arms around him and let out the giggle he loved.

Walking into the spare bedroom he collapsed onto the bed not bothering taking his clothes off. He needed sleep. And it wasn't long before he was in a deep slumber.

He placed his lips onto the cold metal and soon the apartment was filled with the sound of his trumpet. The soothing sounds of his favorite Eugene Foot song was the only thing that made the long day he had bearable. His lips left the instrument when he felt a tug at his shirt.

He was wrong the music wasn't the only thing that could make a long day bearable.

'Wow daddy!' Burke turned to the small voice. A little boy who was about 5 or 6 years old stood next to him with a smile on his face. 'Can I play?'

'You want to play the trumpet?' Burke asked the little boy who had this wild curly hair that reminded him of Cristina. 'Yeah, mommy said I had to ask you.'

'yeah you can play, daddy can teach you.' He said bring the little boy closer and handing him the trumpet. Bringing the trumpet to his lips the little boy blew as hard as he could, Burke let out a small laugh when the noise that came out wasn't exactly what the boy had in mind. 'Daddy I can't'

"Yes you can. You just need practice.' burke said, looking up he saw Cristina walk out of the bedroom. 'Mommy look what daddy let me play.' Before Cristina could answer he ran into his room and soon faint sounds could be heard.

'You gave him your trumpet? She asked with a raised eyebrow. Burke got up and wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear 'yeah, he likes it.'

She smiled and turned in his arms so she was facing him. 'You know he just wants to be just like you'

'Yeah I know, but he has a lot of both of us in him." Burke said with a smile before he leaned down and captured her lips with his. When their lips slightly parted she giggled and let out a 'poor kid'.

'He'll be fine' Burke whispered as he trailed kisses down her neck onto her shoulder. She was amazing beautiful and Burke wasn't going to let her out of his arms anytime soon. He heard her whisper an 'I love you Burke'

"Burke" he felt a weight press onto the bed. "Wake up" the voice called again. He rolled over to ignore it and go back to his dream. He opened his eyes when he recognized Cristina's voice.

"What's wrong? Is it the baby? He asked groggily as he sat up in bed. "No the baby's fine. But he wants ice cream."

"The baby wants ice cream?" He let out a sigh of relief that it was only a craving. Turning to go back to sleep he mumbled. "There is ice cream in the freezer I bought it the other day."

When she didn't leave he turned back to face her "It has nuts in it. Nuts make me sick." He fought the urge to tell her to pick them out, she was carrying his baby and he was supposed to take care of her. Getting up he asked what kind she wanted and was out the door driving to the 24-hour convenient store.

Walking through the door he called out for her. When there was no answer he figured she went back to sleep, it was 3: 45 in the morning after all. He was looking forward to going back to sleep, walking tiredly back to his bedroom he froze at the door.

She was asleep in his bed. Walking in, he wasn't sure what to do. Should he sleep on the couch, her bed or should he just lay down next to her. It was his bed and it wasn't like he had plans to grope her. They'd just sleep.

He slipped under the covers next to her. The smell of her hair and the sound of her light snores brought a smile to his face. It had been five months since he'd been in the same bed with her. Far to long to be without the person you love.

Placing a kiss on her forehead he settled into sleep. This time he didn't have to dream of happy moments he was living one.