AN: Sorry for taking so long! Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the storyline.

Adrian's POV

I smile as Sydney stretches her arms in front of her as she settles deeper into my bare chest.

"Mmm."

She turns around and places her forehead under my chin, her cold nose dancing across my chest in an almost circular motion as she nuzzles into me.

"I wish we could stay here forever."

"That would be nice," I murmur, nuzzling her neck. "Escape Plan Number 52, stay at Court and hide in our bed forever."

"That would be nice, but I like Escape Plan Number 53."

I've always liked her habit of being systematic, even in jokes. It was cute and so Sydney.

"And...that is?"

"Get fake papers from a Moroi Mobster with brightly coloured clothes, run away to Europe with my gorgeous boyfriend, and elope...Not necessarily in that order. We might elope before heading to Europe."

"Huh. Lucky guy. What's his name?" I ask teasingly, tickling her sides and making her squirm closer into me.

"Hmm...I was thinking either this cute boy named Braden or this very sexy guy named Ian. Not sure which yet, though. However the first option is a great kisser," She teases, lightly poking the tip of my nose before kissing the place she had just assaulted with her cute finger.

"Watch it, Sugar Plum." I fake glare at her, snatching the aforementioned cute finger and placing a quick kiss on the tip, returning her chaste gesture.

I grow worried though after remembering the events of yesterday and lose the enjoyment I had felt while experiencing such a domestic scene with Sydney. With all the time we have to spend apart or acting as only friends, those moments rarely happens. "So...What happened with those bastards?"

"We're safe."

I decide to lighten the atmosphere up a bit after seeing her frown. She's much too beautiful to wear such an expression. "You sure, my Corn Cob?"

Sage sighs, clearly frustrated, but smiles to show she isn't truly angry at me. "Yes...and Corn Cob? You're getting worse. Maybe there's a class you can take."

"Ok, if you say that is all settled, then I believe you." I ignore her mean jab at my cleverly thought of names of endearment. They are supposed to be horrible. "So, what are we doing today?"

"Well, I was thinking we head back to the lab and put together a few more boxes of the ink. I need to at least get some done so we don't have to be here for the next five years."

"You could at least spread it out a little though? Think of it as a holiday away from the alchemists? Besides...I don't want you straining yourself."

She smiles. "As long as my gorgeous boyfriend keeps me hydrated with juice and stuffed full of cheese and crackers...and keeps me away from coffee, I'll be fine."

"Hey," I say teasingly. "These hands don't do manual labour."

Sydney's POV

It was when we got to the lab and I started laying out the ingredients that Adrian got truly serious.

"So...you think I'd be a good dad?"

I laugh at first believing he was joking. "I already agreed to marry you, not that you've technically asked yet, but aren't children the next logical step?"

"I guess, but...really? You'll have a child...children with me?"

"Yes, I'm going to have children with you." My good mood sank as I realised he really was worried about it. "Why's that so hard to believe? Don't...don't you want them?" I ask sadly, surely he can see how brilliant he'd be at it. He'd be the cool parent where as I'd be the script, over baring one.

"Of course I do! It's just I don't think I'd be very good at it. Look at how bad I had my life screwed up before you came along. Imagine what I could inflict on my child! And I could drop it, or poison it, or – "

"Adrian!" I interrupt angrily. How dare he think such things! "Just because you didn't have the best...upbringing doesn't mean your kids have to face the same fate! For one, I'll be there to keep you and the little ones in line, and two, your bad experiences can only help you. You know how it feels to be in that situation and will not inflict that on our children."

"Sage – "

"I'm not finished. I love you Adrian and I want to experience this with you – "

It's my turn to be cut off. Only I think his way is better.

"I love you too, Sage." He sighs before kissing me again. "Thank you."

I simply smile, but that smile only increases at what he says next.

"So...with all that looking through baby name books for a witchy name, did you have any good ideas yet? I was thinking about something individual and funky like Tigerlilly or South-East or Marty. Something that stands out."

I screwed up my face. That was so not happening and lucky for him, I could tell that he was joking.

"How about something like Tatiana for a girl? Or possibly Adrianna, Anna for short. Not sure about boys names yet. Though I did like Daemon..."

I look at his shocked face. "You would name one of our daughters after..."

"She was important to you. And 'one of our daughters'? How many are you thinking of having?"

"After that pep talk, as many children of any gender as you'll allow."

I laugh. "I'll think about a maximum number later and get back to you."

We stare at each other for a while smiling before Adrian interrupts. "Well, my little Sesame Seed, I suggest you get some work done while I go out to do the manly job of hunting down your food. Need the practice before I have to provide for our soccer team worthy bunch of kids."

"Ah yes, the skill and manliness it takes to go out and get orange juice, cheese and crackers." I didn't mention that I'd most likely be the one working while he stayed home with the kids. Still painting of course.

"Don't forget the dates, Sage, you can't forget the dates. They are the hardest of all to hunt."

Oh Adrian, what am I going do with you. Looking at his lips again, I get a pretty good idea and thread my fingers through his hair to pull him down so my lips can meet his.

"Be back soon?" I ask pouting after realising him from my hold. Yes, I can barely believe it myself, but love seems to influence even me to do a lot of crazy stuff. My mind goes almost blank whenever he is close.

"As you wish, My Love."

He turns to leave but I stop him. "You know, I think I like that one the best."