Title: Because Three is Not a Crowd....

Characters: Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi,

Pairing: Michael/Sara
Word Count: approx. 372

Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: This is just a short companion piece that was inspired by chatty_cat 's wonderful fic Bruised that can be found here. :) You may read Bruised first, it's really a great fic. Thanks Cathy!

Also, since it's been o0maybelle0o birthday, this is a little fluffy gift for you hunny. You asked for one a couple of weeks ago, so here you go, it's all yours! Blow the candles and then you can start to read right away! ;)

Because Three is Not a Crowd....

"I want you to know that I will do everything I can so that both of you will be as happy as possible".

He felt her turn her head slightly, then her tender kiss upon his cheek. "You already have."

Her features softened in reaction to his previous statement before another thought came into Sara's mind almost at it's own volition. It took her just a moment to change her expression, producing a strange grin on her face before finally speaking after what seemed like minutes to Michael.

"Only the two of us?" There was a mischievous lilt in her voice, her face ascending from its comfortable place on the pillow in order to meet his eyes.

Michael hesitated for a beat, giving her a rather curious and confused look before – to Sara's immense amusement - his eyebrows started to rise uncontrollably. Knowing he was starting to follow her train of thought, Sara smiled widely. However, as if only too late realizing the true nature and greatness of the topic, she couldn't help but cast her eyes downwards. When she started to speak again, her voice was once again soft and measured.

"Being an only child, I always believed I had missed out on something, having no siblings to grow up with. Therefore, I kind of hoped to have a large family…one day…" she said, hoping Michael would catch the meaning behind the addition to her statement, finally daring to look up, her soft brown meeting his warm blue.

For a moment he didn't say a word, only regarded her steadily, sizing her up and pondering her words. Then, with a huge grin spreading across his face, he asked, "Exactly how many are we talking about?"

Relieved to see him take an immediate joking path with the topic - rather than recoil at her suggestion - she graced him with a radiant smile that turned into a flirty grin, one eyebrow cocked.

"How many do you think you can handle, Scofield?" she asked, challenge and mischief mixed in her voice and look.

He only laughed heartily, embracing her tightly, bringing her flush against him. In a husky whisper, he murmured into her ear, "Try me."

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