"Are you still with me?" Sofia kissed Sara's shoulder. Arm in arm they laid on the couch, snuggled into each others arms and covered under a blanket.

"Yes, sorry. I was thinking."

"Am I allowed to know what you thought of?"

"Our children."

"I think they're sleeping now. You made my heart beat fast, that means they had action too and need to rest now."

"Do you too? I can bring you a pillow if you want to sleep and don't want to walk upstairs."

"I'd prefer to talk to you. We can sleep later. No need to sleep now, we'll lose our rhythm."

"Okay. Shall I bring you something to eat? Drink?"

"You're not my waitress even I'd love to see you in a short black skirt."

"Pervert."

"Me? Never."

"I'll put some pizza in the oven and get us some juice."

"Sounds good to me. Fast food and we don't have to stand in the kitchen, you can come back to me immediately."

"I will."

Sofia watched Sara how she left the couch naked and waked to the kitchen. If watching her wife walking through the house naked was part of the wedding packet, she liked this part. In fact there was nothing of being married that she didn't like. It started with a wonderful wife she loved more than her life and ended with knowing that every time she came home, somebody was waiting for her.

"I added some cheese and salami on your pizza." Sara came back and crawled next to Sofia.

"Cutting salami and cheese naked in the kitchen. I should have taken a photo of that."

"Don't you dare."

"Look children, that is your mom after we had sex and she's preparing the dinner while I was lazy on the couch."

"Our children don't need to see photos like that."

"Not? Are you prude, Sara?"

"Yes."

"Really? Good to know."

"Go on like this and you'll get the vegetarian pizza while I'll throw all your meat away and eat the rest of the pizza."

"You wouldn't like that. Tell me what you were thinking of. About our kids."

"I was just wondering if we get two girls, two boys or one each."

"We can find that out." Sofia looked at the envelope. They had the answer of that here, all they needed was to open the envelope.

"We told doctor Price we're not sure yet." And that only a few hours ago. They wanted to wait until Sofia was due. Could they open the envelope now? Weren't they strong enough to wait at least one night? Couldn't they be a little bit strong?

"Aren't we?"

"I don't know…do you want to know?"

"I'm dying to find out since I know I'm pregnant."

"Okay." Sara got up and took the envelope to the couch.

"I saw you walking around naked, the first good thing about this envelope."

"Don't act like you've never seen me naked before."

"I did but I enjoy it every time again. Can't get enough of you."

"You're crazy."

"Crazy in love with you." Sofia pulled Sara in her arms and kissed her hard and short. That felt good. "Thanks."

"Being pregnant makes you act strange."

"You think?"

"Yes." Sara held up the envelope. "You're the one who's pregnant, you should open it."

"You're the one who has to live with my moods, you should open it."

"I won't argue with you." Sara opened the envelope and gave it to Sofia. "You get the paper out."

"Okay." She turned on the side so that the envelope was between her and Sara. This way they'd see at the same time what the answer was. Slowly Sofia pulled a paper out. It was folded.

"Ready?" She asked the brunette.

"Ready."

"Okay." Sofia opened the envelope. The handwriting of her doctor told them what they wanted to know.

Congratulations! You're expecting two boys!

Now they had their answer.

"Two boys." Sara smiled.

"Are you happy with that?"

"I'd be happy with two girls too. The only thing that counts is that they're healthy."

"True. Two boys. Apparently boys are easier to raise then girls. No bitching around."

"But more alcohol and if we'll have two boy racer…"

"They'll get stopped once and I'll make sure they won't drive until they're twenty-one."

"You sound like your mother."

"I'll be worse. I hope you hear me, boys. If you start to make some trouble I'll kick your asses. There won't be any asking for favors to get you out of the shit, you'll get more trouble from your mom if I find out you did something you're not supposed to do."

"You'll be the bad one and I can be the good one."

"You won't get them out if they did behave."

"We'll have to talk about that later. If we do a good job our children won't make any trouble."

"We're not too bad, our children will be the same."

"If the father wasn't a screw up."

"I don't believe that the gene of your parents will influence you that much that you have to act like them."

"Says the cop with a cop mother."

"I do the same job like my mother but I'm not like her."

"You're similar. You've the same way to interrogate a suspect like her."

"That's something I've learnt from her."

"I wonder what I've from my mom…my dad…"

Sofia knew what Sara was talking about and got her in her arms. "You've the cute gap from your mother and the dark brown eyes and hair from your father." She had seen some photos of Sara's parents, two or three were buried deep in a box with old things of Sara's childhood. Sofia wasn't sure if this box had survived the move into the house or if Sara had thrown it away as a part of her life she didn't want to think of anymore.

"I hope that's all."

"Sara, there is nothing like a killer gene. Don't talk yourself into something that doesn't exists. You're not your mother, you won't kill your partner and you're not your father, you won't abuse your partner and your child. You are Sara, you are your own person."

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right."

"Smuggy."

"That's me." Sofia kissed Sara. "Tell me, with which name did you come up for a boy?"

"Huh? Why me?"

"Sara, two children, you name one, I name one. And if we both can live with the name the other one came up with, it's settled. So, what is the name you want for our son?"

"Uhm, I don't know…"

"You didn't think of that?"

"I thought we'd think about names together."

"We do but you need some ideas."

"Do you have a name in mind?"

"Yes." Sofia smiled. She had thought of so many names for boys and girls, she had found herself writing down names when she was supposed to work.

"Which one?"

"My favorite is Jonah."

"I like that one."

"Really?"

"Yes." Sara kissed Sofia softly. "I do."

"Now we need your name. Which one do you like? Come on, everybody has favorite names. But don't come up with ex boyfriends. I don't want a Gilbert."

Sara had to laugh. She didn't think of giving one of the boys the name of an ex boyfriend of hers. That would be ridiculous.

"Would you like Dorian?"

"I would. Dorian and Jonah. Sounds good. That was easy. One more problem."

"Which one?"

"The surname."

"You give birth to them, we don't share a surname, they'll have your surname."

"They are your children too. Don't you think we can give them your and my surname?"

"I doubt that's possible because they don't acknowledge our wedding as a legal wedding here."

"In that case I want you as the legal guardian of both. They are our children and I want you to have the same rights I have."

"We can try that."

"You're my wife, you're the mother of the children as much as I am. I'll give birth to them, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm more their mother than you are."

"You'll be listed as their mother."

"Screw that. You're their mother too. And if they don't agree on that I'll give them a hard time."

"We'll see what happens. Jonah and Dorian will have your surname, that's okay for me."

"You'll be the legal guardian. Our children."

"Yes our children." Sara kissed Sofia to calm her a little bit down. Her wife got very angry when she had the feeling somebody didn't give Sara all the rights she were supposed to have.

"I'll get our pizza." Sara left the couch after a last kiss and came a minute later back with two pizzas and some juice.

"Those were the days when we had wine with our pizza. I hope you guys appreciate that your moms don't drink wine anymore. We'll do that because we love you."

"I'm sure they're thankful for that." Sara put one hand on Sofia's belly and started to eat with the other one.

"They better are. I mean I don't miss wine but I do miss my beer."

"The little sacrifice you have to make to be a mom."

"No suits, no beer, no more night shift. I'll miss the guys."

"Me too."

"Stay there, Sara, there's no need to change shifts only because of me."

"There's no better reason to change shifts than you. And I don't want to be out at night while you're out in day time. I won't see you anymore and I won't see much of our boys. Family is more important than work."

"That's true." Sofia linked her fingers to Saras. She'd leave her job but not Sara.