Oh my god, it's the last prompt. I would just like to thank all of you for staying with me these past thirty days, and for putting up with me not updating every day. This was a ride and I appreciate you guys reading it! Oh, and remember those feelings from the prompt "Watching the other sleep"? They came back.

Day Thirty: Pillow talk

Taylor let out a sigh as she shifted against Saguru. Her bare calves moved against his legs and her head was very comfortable at its place on his chest. She traced the muscles of his stomach idly before laying her hand flat right above where his heart was supposed to be. If she was really silent, she could probably figure out the beat of his heart.

But she didn't need to be silent as it was already silent between them. Saguru was quiet and she could tell that he was thinking hard about something. She really didn't want to interrupt him, but they were sitting in silence for awhile now and she was growing tired of it. "I think we should get a cat."

That surprised him. "What?"

"You seem like a cat person to me. We only have dogs, so that kinda works against you. I mean, we have Wilson and he can seem like a cat with the way he likes to lounge around and sleep all the time, but I think an actual cat will be good." She was rambling, but anything was better than silence after sex.

"Is that so?" He asked, moving his arm from under her so he could lightly brush his hand over her hair. She almost let out another content sigh if she didn't realize that he was going back into his thoughts. Her hand went back to tracing over the small dips in his stomach, memorizing every detail that was there. But she's done this plenty of times before. Even if she enjoyed doing it, it wasn't helping getting rid of the silence that came back.

So she moved again so she could look at his face. He was staring at the ceiling, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought. "What's wrong?"

It took him a moment to respond, and when he did he didn't answer her question. "What was it like growing up?" The tracing faltered and he wondered if it was the wrong thing to say.

"Any specific part you want to know?" She asked slowly.

"What was it like growing up without your father around?" He elaborated. He knew that Taylor hated not having a father around, and it was even worse when her mother wasn't around either. She expressed those feelings before. The light tracing continued as she rested against him again.

"I hated it," she said again, as if he needed reminding of it. "The kids at school would always talk about their dads and what they did with them and I was never able to join in like they could. I never had that bond with my dad that the rest of the kids had with theirs." Her hand lightly brushed against his chest as it moved its way back up to his heart again. "It's weird- as a young child I remember him and my mom being there to raise and take care of me. But I suppose that after they both got their promotions they decided that work was much better than raising their three kids."

Work was more important than the relationships and bonds they had with each other and their children. His chest tightened a little at that.

"Were you happy as a child, though?" Saguru asked, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of her slightly tangled hair under his fingers.

She hummed an approval and tapped a beat on his chest- his heartbeat? He didn't think his heartbeat was that fast. "Nick and Jason made up for it. They always took care of me in their place, making sure I had as good as a childhood as they had, if not better." She grinned at the fond memories of them getting in trouble together, doing dangerous things that no kids her age should have been doing. That sledding accident in the spring that gave her a scar came to mind.

It came to his mind too. He wondered what other adventures she had that he wasn't aware of.

"They acted like my parents sometimes," Taylor continued, her voice nostalgic. "They would take turns on who was the mom and who was the dad and would act like a normal parent would. Chasing away potential boyfriends, setting a curfew, making sure I did my homework properly, that kind of thing."

His hand left her hair to take its place at her shoulder, his thumb drawing circles on the soft skin there. "Chasing away boyfriends?"

"Mm-hmm, but that was partly a brother thing too. Y'know, making sure no one hurts their baby sister and all. They knew how to act like brothers if they needed to as well." Taylor looked at him again before speaking almost hesitantly. "…Why do you want to know?"

"No specific reason," Saguru replied, opening his eyes to look at the ceiling and all of its imperfections again. "I was just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" He didn't answer and she took a more demanding tone. "Saguru, what were you thinking about?"

"Just into the future- it's not that important." He said, biting the inside of his cheek before stopping. After all of the reprimanding he gave Taylor, he was not going to do that nasty habit. He wasn't going to be a hypocrite.

"I bet it is," she challenged. She sat up and stared at him, studying his honey-brown eyes and the way his hair fell messily into his face. Taylor usually liked the way he looked after sex, but right now she was a little put off at the way he avoided looking at her. "Saguru, tell me."

Saguru sighed and shifted so he could partly lean against the headboard. He closed his eyes again, finding that he couldn't escape looking at her with them open. "You'll think it's stupid."

"That'll be surprising, since it's coming from you." He reopened his eyes for the sole purpose of giving her an annoyed look.

"After all of this time, do you really still believe a stupid thought can't come out of my mouth?" Saguru asked, irritated. Taylor furrowed her brows and shook her head.

"No- I'm sorry, please continue." She said.

It took him a moment to continue again and when he did he spoke slowly, hesitantly. "Once we're married, and possibly have children, I'm worried that I'm going to give them the same childhood that you had with your father." He admitted.

The crease between her eyebrows deepened. "I don't understand."

"You've been with me on cases before- sometimes we get stuck somewhere for a few days. Sometimes someone gets upset that they're being accused of murder and will attack someone. Sometimes we're shot at and people will go so far as to murder another human being for putting someone in jail." He couldn't seem to stop, as if he needed to make sure that she really understood what was going through his mind. "Sometimes I have to spend my time shadowing another person to gather information on them. Sometimes I stay and work late to make sure I have all of my facts correct. Sometimes I have to leave for a few days to meet a major, important person. I'm going to be gone often."

Taylor's voice reflected her anger and frustration. "So you think that just because you're going to be gone for so long our children will have the same childhood that I- that we had?" She knew that his father wasn't there for him much either. Sure, he was there physically, but at the same time he wasn't as major a part of his childhood that other fathers were for their children.

He didn't say anything. She placed her hand on his. "Saguru, when your dad came home did he expect a lot of you since you were so smart?"

"Yes."

"Did a lot of the expectations come from your social class as well?"

"Most likely."

"Mine did too." She said delicately. "Now, think about this: you come home from a case and walk through the door. Our child immediately comes running up to meet you. Which do you ask about first: their day or their grades?"

"I would ask about their day and save the education stuff for dinner conversation." He finally looked at her. "What are you getting at?"

"Saguru, do you think that you would actually care about your children, or would you just show them off like some trophy?" Taylor asked. "'Cause I know you, and I know that you will be a great father that will love and care about his children."

Saguru's eyes softened and he placed a hand on her cheek. She leaned into his touch and placed her hand on his. He caught the glint of the engagement ring on her finger and his heart swelled with emotions for her. "You know me too well." She scoffed and he continued. "You will make a great mother too, no matter what you think."

"You think so?" She asked softly.

"I know so."

A smile danced across her lips. "You wanna know something else?"

"Sure."

"I love you," Taylor told him. His eyes widened in surprise and he couldn't help but smile at the words. At her. "And I know they will too, whether you're at work all the time or not."

"You just lied; you don't know that will happen." He accused. No one can know the feelings of someone else in the future. That was so troubling about the human mind and emotions; you will never know the thoughts and feelings of someone else.

"Alright, so I did." She agreed. "But I do know that you won't fall into the same upper-class-child-trophy trap that our parents' did. And if you did then I'll probably kick your ass or something."

Saguru chuckled. "That wouldn't surprise me at all." He slid his hand to the nape of her neck and pulled her down to kiss her. She leaned over him, closing her eyes and kissing him back.

He pulled her back after a moment and she looked at him. With the way her face glowed and her hair seemed to float behind her shoulders messily, she seemed to fit the look of an angel perfectly. She was anything but, though, and his smile turned into a smirk. "What now?"

"I love you." He said and watched her face turn slightly pink. She was still embarrassed from the words finally being spoken aloud, regardless of her easily speaking them just a minute prior. Or maybe she was that happy over hearing the words. He told himself that he was going to say it to her more often. Meanwhile, she leaned down and kissed him again.

"I love you too."