Was watching "The Real Fake Car Job" and yeah...

At Home - Crystal Fighters

Annie You Save Me - Graffiti 6

"Stop staring at me."

One of his eyebrows rose up, a smile tugging at the scar in the corner of his mouth. "Not starin'," he assured her, lying through his teeth, "just watching you."

A short puff of air disturbing her bang briefly, "Right. Watching my bigger than a house ass."

He laughed, head dropped down, shaking back and forth. "Darlin, trust me, you're ass is fine."

Faith glared half-heartedly at him, both hands braced against her lower back. Her belly, approximately eight months pregnant with his child, had never looked bigger. To her.

His son – they didn't want a surprise for their first kid, the second could be a surprise – was growing inside her. There weren't enough ways to explain to her she looked amazing to him. Gorgeous. Sexy.

Faith stood in the middle of the restaurant's kitchen, judging for herself what he bought as a surprise. He talked about his plan once with Sophie, his idea for retirement. Eliot always wanted to run a restaurant. While running Hardison's pub had been part of their cover, when he married Faith – under his real name – that just made him even more certain he would get them something of their own. When he retired from what Faye called his life as one of Robin Hood's merry men.

Parker loved being called Robin Hood.

The crazy thief and her hacker boyfriend were somewhere off in Italy, finishing the last job.

Still felt weird saying that. The last job. Their last job ever.

"How," Faith said turning around, looking up at cabinets and equipment, "are we supposed to run this place, just you and me while we raise Peter?"

Eliot grinned at her, leaving his spot leaning against the wall to pull her into an embrace. He kissed her neck, her nose and her lips. "James," he adjusted, one hand on the side of her round belly, "and his brothers or sisters-"

"You're nuts if you think I'm doing this again."

"-are going to learn their parents work hard to give them good lives."

Her eyes rolled, "Right, because they'll never figure out you're a multi-millionaire."

"We," he corrected her, because she still had trouble realizing his money was her money. Legally. He married her under his real name. No pre-nump. "We are millionaires."

She groaned, bowing her head against his shoulder, "Next you're going to 'food is life' me, and I swear to god you will regret teaching me how to punch someone."

Like he'd never heard that threat from her before. He'd heard it a dozen times since she missed her first period and panicked over bringing their child into the world. "My sister is ten miles away. Your grandparents and the ranch are twenty miles away. Parker and Hardison are supposed to be based over in Chicago, a phone call and plane ride away."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked him.

Eliot just smiled again.

And that, I believe will be the conclusion to this story. I think. I dunno. You know what happens to me when things hit me.

Inspiration, damn it.

For those that stuck with, thank you. This year was a roller coaster. My nana, the woman that helped raise me, passed this March 13th. She fought Stage 4 lung cancer for a year and one month. She died one month after her birthday.

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