DISCLIAMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

Arthur heard the door open to his office, but he did not put down his pen, nor did he look up. There was far too much work to be done.

A small cough alerted him to the presence of his wife.

"Hmm?" he mumbled.

She gave no response. He looked up and spun his chair around, taking in the appearance of the petite woman in front of him.

"Yes, Ari?" he prompted.

She let a small spread across her face. Arthur's eyebrows knitted together. He still wasn't quite there with women signals and such. That smile was different. Like she knew something.

"What?" he asked, slightly anxious.

She folded her arms across her chest. "You have got some nerve."

He blinked. "Um…"

"I mean, this is so typical Arthur."

Shut, shit, shit. His eyes remained narrowed in uncertainty. "…Happy…Anniversary?…Birthday?…Valentines day?"

She chuckled lightly. "No, Arthur." She walked over and slid herself onto his lap, much to the bewilderment of the point man. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"What did I do?" he asked, wincing slightly.

"So…you marry me, then you knock me up. But that just wasn't enough for you, was it? You had to do it a second time."

"Look, Ari, whatever I did, I'm sorry-"

He blinked.

"…Wait. What?"

She smiled. "You just had to produce another one."

"…You're pregnant?"

After a blank moment, she nodded. She reached into her jean pocket and produced an envelope, which she placed in Arthur's hands. Knowing what it was, Arthur quickly tore open the brown paper of the envelope and pulled out the picture inside.

"…Wow," he exhaled.

She smiled. "I know."

His fingers light traced the pattern of the black and white sonogram, staring down at the figure which he knew to be his new child.

"Oh, Ari," he smiled. He looked to Ariadne's eyes, which were now watering slightly. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, catching her breath in the process.

"I love you," he said after they parted.

"I love you too," she replied. "Samantha's going to love this."

"A little brother or sister," he sighed. "We're going to have to slow down."

"Not on your life, Point Man," Ariadne smiled, kissing his cheek.

That evening at the dinner table, Arthur looked up quickly and caught Ariadne's glance. They smiled at each other briefly before Arthur put down his cutlery and turned his attention to his little girl sitting at the end of the table, who was having the most fun making a mess of her mashed potatoes.

"Samantha?"

She looked up, and Arthur couldn't help but smile at her lightly pink tinted cheeks and her large brown eyes that were identical to his wives'.

"Yes daddy?" she chirped.

Arthur looked at Ariadne again before getting up from his seat and walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"Samantha, your mommy and I have something to tell you."

Ariadne smiled down at her daughter. "Sweetie, we have some very good news for you."

"What is it?" Samantha asked, her eyes fully of excitement and anticipation.

"You tell her," Ariadne whispered to Arthur.

"Samantha…" he grinned. "…Mommy's going to have a baby."

A silence drew over the table as Samantha's eyes widened. "…A baby?"

Ariadne nodded. "Yes."

"You'll be a big sister," Arthur smiled.

The younger girl blinked a few times before turning her attention to Ariadne's stomach. "Mommy, is it in your tummy?"

Ariadne let a small giggle escape her lips. "Yes, sweetie."

Samantha wiggled out of her chair (which seemed rather large for a girl her age), and walked over to her parents. She climbed up onto Arthur's lap and looked up at him.

"When will it come out?" Samantha asked, placing her hand lightly on her mother's stomach.

"In 9 months," Arthur answered. "But Mommy needs a lot of help now to make sure that she and the baby get a lot of rest. Can you help us with that?"

The younger girl smiled. "Of course I will, Daddy." Her eyes narrowed and suddenly changed her expression into one of deep thought. Arthur and Ariadne smiled in amusement.

"But...how did it get there?" she asked. "I mean...how did it appear-"

"Magical...fairy...dust," Arthur spluttered. "And..."

"Love," Ariadne smiled. "It appeared because we wanted it to."