The ligts that dances above us (First Northern Light)

He was only locking up for the night when he thought he saw their backyard covered in this new light. It was like someone was deliberately hitting their house with a flashlight from miles away.

Sam walked up to the door that led to the porch. And there it was.

Only once in his life, has Sam seen the northern lights. He was ten, and still remember the feeling of something dancing along with the stars, making the sky look so much alive. He had always taken that as a sign that someday, somewhere, his life would turn out much better that the current one.

Sam was right. It did.

He smiles and decides that he can't let his wife miss this one. He knows she has never seen something like this before, and damn it he wants to share this one with her.

Just as expected, Andy is asleep.

She's been sleeping like the dead this pregnancy, Andy has. Not like the first time, when her insomnia kept them both awake almost every night, and she would fall asleep during parade the second she sat down.

No, this time, she can't seem to get enough sleep. And that makes Sam think that maybe, they shouldn't be having another one just yet. Because with William, who's only seven months old, their looking at being parents to Irish twins. Two babies in one year.

Yeah, they'll have their hands full for sure.

They haven't regretted it once.

He kisses her head once to see if she starts to stir. She don't. Of course she don't, he chuckles.

"Andy? Sweetheart, wake up",he says soft and low against her ear.

She shoots up, like she just remembered something. "Is it Will?". She sleeps through the feedings too sometimes. Sets her alarm, but somehow, Sam is always the one who wakes her up.

Midnight feedings is something Sam really likes. He joins her in the nursery, places her feet in his lap and watches her feed their child. It's his favorite thing to do.

Sam smiles. "No, he's sleeping. There's something I want to show you downstairs, come on", he urges, hands her the fluffy robe she bought last week. She has at least ten of them. One in every god damn color, Sam thinks.

"Good for nesting", she had told him. Sam chuckled at her reason for buying another one. Kissed her, and told her he would buy her ten more, because she just – ah she's his wife!

"Sam, this better be good. You know how much I value my sleep", she tells him.

On the last step of the stairs, he tells her to close her eyes. Takes her hand and guides her into the living room by the windows that overlooks their backyard. Covered in a fresh layer of white cotton.

"Now, open them", he whispers, places his hands around her, safe on top of her growing baby bump.

And, he figures that this is one of those few times, he has managed to get his wife completely speechless.

There are a few sounds that comes out of her though, and he guides her hand under the one he kept on her belly.

"Sam!", she whispers, and by the sound of it, he knows she isn't too far away from crying actually. That's another thing that is different this pregnancy. Her hormones. It's like they were woken up this time. She cries at every turn and laughs the next minute.

Sam loves her more and more every time.

"It's northern lights!", she sobs out. Trying hard not to sound too affected. "I've never... never seen anything like this before".

Sam smiles and kisses her shoulder. Sam, he knows.

They stand there, for a good five to ten minutes, just admiring the dancing sky, and suddenly Sam regrets that he never took her dog sledding under that arctic moon.

He will though. When their half old and not at all grey by hair. He's going to take her, his wife. He knows that too.

When they can't see the lights anymore, Andy takes a breath and turns around in her husbands embrace. She smiles too. A little wet under her eyes, but she smiles.

"Thank you for waking me up", she says against his lips.

"You're welcome sweetheart. I really wanted you to see it".

He wants to tell her about the time he saw it for the first time too. Wants to tell her about the hope he had for his future, and how happy and grateful he is for having her, and Will and every milestone ahead. But that's a story for another night. Now, he wants to get her in bed, let her sleep a couple of hours before Will wakes up and demands to be fed.

And of course, he'll be up with them too, like he always does.