DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inception.

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Arthur moved his hand up to Ariadne's cheek and trailed his fingers along her skin. He smiled at her deeply, feeling completely happy in that moment. Obviously he loved his children, but small moments like these with Ariadne were highlights in his day. This were the small moments he looked forward to, whether it was a simple glance from across the room, a small moment when the kids were playing, a quick kiss on the cheek or moments like this, when the kids were in bed and he and Ariadne would lie in bed, simply talking.

"Do you miss it? She asked, rubbing small patterns onto his hand with her thumb.

"What do you mean?" he asked, even though he completely knew what she meant.

She paused. "Dreaming."

"Regular or lucid?" he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smirk.

She smile. "Both."

"Hmm. Regular, yes. Sometimes. But I got used to that a long time ago. But I suppose, if you don't have dreams then you don't have nightmares."

"Lucid?"

He exhaled deeply. "…It depends. Do I miss the work load, the random compound tests…Eames? No. Not at all. But the feeling of complete and utter amazement when you go into a new dreamscape? The feeling of knowing that very few people in the world also do it as well? Or even just the feeling of getting up every morning and doing something totally and completely indescribable? …Yeah. I miss it sometimes." He turned his head to face Ariadne. "But I'm glad I do it less. That means I have more times for the better things. The little things."

"It was a good job," Ariadne sighed. "I miss it sometimes. But only certain jobs."

"Such as?"

She smiled. "Inception was my favourite. The Fischer job."

"Really?" Arthur asked, confusion playing on his face. "Why that job?"

"For three reasons. One, It was my first job and first look into dreaming. Two, it was the first time we met. Three, it was the most surreal thing I had ever experienced. "

"Well in that case, I suppose you're right." he said, turning his boy on it's side.

"When am I ever not right?" Arthur couldn't help but notice the deviously sexy smirk playing on her lips. He leaned over and stole a kiss from her lips.

"That's another thing I loved about the Fischer job."

"What?"

"That kiss on the second level?" she smiled. "What was all that about?"

Arthur blinked. "Umm….that was…a distraction?" He looked at her for a few moments. "Screw it."

He push his head forward, tugged on her hair. Their lips soon collided in a fiery, passionate mess. Arthur slipped his hand under the sheets, and trailer it slowly up her stomach…

"Mommy? Daddy?"

As quickly as it started, Arthur tore his hand away and sat up, slightly disappointed in the lack of progress. He quickly felt guilty when he saw his son's teary face.

"Thomas? What's wrong?"

The young boy sniffled and wiped his eyes. "I had a bad dream…"

Ariadne felt a tug on her heart as she watched her little boy cry. "What about sweetie?"

"Loud noises…and…angry people...and monsters."

Arthur pulled himself out of the bed and swept up a distressed Thomas in his arms, and placed him gently down on the bed next to Ariadne.

"It's alright, Thomas, you're awake now," he assured.

"I woke up and my room was so dark!" Thomas cried. "I was too scared to get out of bed!"

"It's alright, you can sleep with us.," Ariadne smiled, wrapping her arms around the boy.

Arthur slipped back in and allowed his son to curl up against his chest. He placed a hand on his back, wishing he could chase away any other bad dreams that might enter into his son's mind.

"Good night buddy," he whispered, hearing the soft sounds of light snoring appear. He looked back up to Ariadne, who he had also noticed had fallen asleep. Arthur couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Admittedly, he was very proud of is small family. Very happy with all the little things.