Author's Notes: I am overwhelmed by all the outpouring response I got for this story. Thank you so much! I am so happy that people like this story. And that more and more people are jumping onto the Mike/Tina bandwagon. I hope there would be more stories about these two soon! They deserve to be written about more!

And because you are such a wonderful reading public, and I am just giddy by all the Mike/Tina romance, here's another chapter to the story.

Thank you all for your suggestions and your reviews. To those who want a kiss to finally happen, we're building up on that one! Rest assured that things are definitely heading towards that direction in the coming chapters. I like the moments that they are sharing, call me a romantic, but I just love to write about their little moments.

Here's chapter eight! Feel free to leave a review and share your ideas. Cheers!

Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox.

The distant crying pulled them out of the surprisingly warm and comfortable confines of sleep. Mike became faintly aware that his nephew was crying, but beyond that, as the dark living room was bathed in the muted lights of the television (which now aired The Twilight Zone), he found himself comfortably settled into the couch with one Tina Cohen-Chang curled into his chest.

He swallowed as he became increasingly aware of the close proximity they were in. They must've both have fallen asleep while watching another Disney cartoon. Checking the VCR, which read 4:27 a.m., they must've been asleep for the past two hours or so.

His left arm was completely slung over her curled up form, while his other hand rested on her waist. Tina's head was tucked in just below his neck, securely placed on top of his chest. One of her hands was tucked between their bodies, while the other was slung around his waist, her fingers curled into the fabric of his t-shirt.

The scent of her shampoo filled his senses, and he felt his heartbeat quicken. Unconsciously, his arms tightened around her and he suddenly felt at peace. He faintly wondered if he was entering dangerous territory. Then again, he really wasn't sure what was really happening between them in the first place (and where dangerous and non-dangerous territory began.)

Mike switched his gaze to the baby monitory on the coffee table, as Jay-jay's cries became more prominent and the baby hiccupped. He sighed softly, silently not really wanting to leave the position he was in. It was definitely nice to wake up next to Tina.

Hearing the muted baby cries, Tina suddenly stirred and Mike held his breath. He faintly wondered if she could feel or hear his heartbeat. That, and he was worried that she might freak out or something. He watched her intently, as she stirred and shifted in his embrace, and her eyes opened slowly. It took her a few seconds to register where she was, and she stared at his chest, trying to straighten her bearings.

It seemed like an eternity before Tina looked up, her face bathed in the dull lighting of the television. They stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to make sense of the whole situation. A look of surprise and confusion crossed her face, fear briefly flashed in her eyes, and she stared into Mike's eyes intently.

She felt her heartbeat quicken and her stomach flutter. What was she doing? She swallowed, worried and scared. What were they doing? She looked at him, in obvious fascination. Sitting up, placing her hand on his chest (she faintly felt his heartbeat – was it really beating that fast?) in support, she pulled herself away from him. The arm around her back slid off and dropped to his side limply.

"Hi," he breathed, offering her a small smile. He looked at her worried of what she might think. She looked scared to him. He eyed her worriedly. "I—I'm sorry,"

"Hi," Tina sat up, swallowed and smiled at him. Her warm hand dropped onto his forearm and she stopped him from looking flustered. "We fell asleep,"

They shared embarrassed smiles and looked at each other. The moment broke when Jay-jay's cries filled the room. "The baby," Tina whispered, looking at the white baby monitor.

Tina shifted and started to get up. Sleepily, both of them walked up the stairs and into the room that held the baby. Tina smiled sleepily at the baby and quickly picked it up, wincing slightly at the sheer loudness of the cries and how he fisted her hair.

"There, there," Tina whispered, tucking the baby into her neck and rubbing his back soothingly. She bounced on her heels and swayed in the room, trying to fall into a soothing rhythm for the baby to fall back to sleep into.

Mike watched from the doorway, enchanted, as Tina began to hum a lullaby and rock the baby back to sleep. It seemed to come so naturally to her, which made everything about her so fascinating. He realized that he knew so little about her, yet, as he watched her with his nephew, it seemed to open a whole new side of her that (which he believed) only few people really knew about. He was enthralled.

"He must be in pain," mumbled Tina, looking down at the sniffling baby. Big brown eyes stared back up at her, and she smiled softly. She rubbed the baby's cheeks. "He's teething, so it hurts,"

Mike stepped into the room and watched them intently. He stopped right next to her, enveloping her and the baby in his tall frame. He looked down at them, and smiled at Jay-jay, brushing his nephew's cheeks with his forefinger. "I forgot about that,"

Tina looked up at him briefly, smiling, before turning back to the baby, who finally stopped sobbing. She hummed and cuddled the baby, swaying in the harmony of the lullaby. After a few more minutes of swaying, her gaze switching from the baby to Mike, she finally got Jay-jay back to sleep.

"He's asleep," she whispered, looking down at the limp baby in her arms. Stepping around Mike, who seemed to just enjoy watching her, she placed the baby back into his crib. "There," she whispered.

"You're great," said Mike, stepping up next to her and looking down at his nephew.

Tina blushed, oddly getting the feeling that he was not only referring to her baby handling skills. "Well," she whispered. "I guess I'm like the Baby Whisperer then,"

Mike chuckled and nodded. Stepping away from the crib, he pulled her by her forearm and steered her out of the room. They stood in the dimly lit hallway, their gaze drifting between themselves and everything else around them.

"We should sleep," he announced suddenly. He opened the door to his room, and turned on the lights. "I can give you a pair of shorts to change into, so that you can be more, uh, comfortable," he turned to his grey dresser.

Tina sleepily followed him into his room. She smiled at the sight of music CDs lining the wall, with a huge music component and an iPod dock next to it. WMHS, sports and movie posters lined the walls, with books and magazines strewn across his study table. She smiled, and sat down on the bed, watching him shuffle around the room. "It's okay,"

He was about to offer her a pair of drawstring shorts, when he turned around and saw her curled up on the bottom of his bed. He smiled faintly. "You do know that you can actually use the entire length of the bed, right?"

Tina looked up, and blearily eyed him. From her perch, she looked like a cat. "I know," she mumbled, and curled back into a ball.

Mike swallowed, watching her. He faintly wondered if he should just leave her like that. He turned off the lights, and the room was bathed with the dim light from the hallway. "Good night, Tee,"

"Where are you going?" came her muffled question.

Mike stopped in the doorway, surprised. Turning around, he watched her curled up form move on his bed, before settling into the left side of his bed. "The couch,"

"Stay,"

A heavy silence fell upon them, as Mike watched her curl into his pillow. He shifted, again wondering what was happening. He had a faint feeling that they were dancing around dangerous lines. "Are you sure?"

"Hmm,"

Taking her incoherent reply as a yes, he slowly stepped into his room, leaving the door open just in case his nephew would have another crying fit. Sighing, he stopped next to his bed, looked down at Tina, before climbing in. He lay on his side of the bed awkwardly, his hands folded on his chest and barely moving. With his heart beating in his chest furiously, he was increasingly aware of how Tina was curled towards him.

"Good night," she whispered. And before she would loose her resolve, she rolled closer to him, slowly placing her head onto his chest and slinging her arm across his form, startling him. She sighed, aware that her heart was beating furiously and obviously deafening her ears. What are you doing, Tina?

They stayed like that for a few minutes, again trying to make sense of it all. Mike shifted, folding himself around her and slowly settling in. It was uncomfortable and yet absurdly comfortable at the same time.

"What are we doing, Tina?" he finally whispered.

He knew she was still awake and he patiently waited. He felt her head shift and nuzzle into his chest. "I don't know," he heard her whisper. He faintly wondered if there was a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Okay," he whispered, taking the answer. Mike had a feeling that he didn't know the answer to the question as well. Or did he? He briefly touched her hair, stroking it, before allowing his hand to drop to the small of her back. "Good night,"

"Good night," she whispered, her eyes fell closed and she curled into his side. Before long, both of them comfortably fell asleep.

Hours later, with the sun peeking through Mike's windows, Tina woke up once again to the distant sounds of baby noises. She faintly heard Jay-jay babble in the next room. Events from earlier and the night before came hurling back at her, and she became increasingly aware of her current state. She blushed, noting how Mike's form had curled around her and held her in a protective hold.

He was still asleep, and as she watched him, she smiled. She had to admit, he looked handsome. And thinking back, Mike had consistently been nice to her and one of the sweetest and kindest men she had ever met. And it would be a lie if she said that she wasn't attracted to him. But still, she wasn't sure where this was all leading to. Was she having reservations? She wasn't sure. Confused, perhaps.

Very gently, she pulled herself away from his embrace and slowly crawled out of bed. Pulling on her sneakers, she silently tiptoed out of the room. She offered a whispered greeting to Jay-jay and picked him up, and silently made her way down into the kitchen. She figured she'd make the baby his bottle.

Placing Jay-jay into his high chair, she shuffled around the spacious kitchen. Heating water and pulling out a baby bottle and formula. Cooing at the baby, she mixed up everything and checked the milk's temperature.

"I should seriously make a living out of this," she mused out aloud, as she finally deemed the milk as drinkable and handed Jay-jay his bottle. He took it gratefully and began sucking greedily.

She sat down, and propped her head into her right hand, watching the baby in amusement. She had to admit, from the babies she babysat in the past, this one was one of the cutest and nicest. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was Mike's nephew. Tina smiled at that.

After a few more moments of loud suckling, the bottle was empty. Standing up, she took the bottle from the baby and placed it in the sink. "Good boy," she said, and picked up the baby. Swaying around the kitchen and rubbing his back, she burped him. While it was amusing to take care of a baby, it definitely was hard work, she mused silently. It was going to be a long time before she'd ever have one.

"I thought you left,"

Tina stopped swaying, and turned around, and smiled in greeting at Mike. She took in his unruly look, taking in his sleepy yet amused expression, his wrinkled clothes, and his hair. "Hey," She shifted uncomfortably, as he weighed her down with his stare. Memories of this morning's happenings were fresh on both of their minds.

"Hey," he replied, not moving from his spot and taking in her form that clearly looked that she just rolled out of bed. She looked beautiful.

Placing the baby back into his high chair, Tina kissed Jay-jay on the cheek and grinned when she received an amused giggle in response. "I've made you coffee," she said, pointing on the silently brewing pot. She made a face when this soundly oddly domesticated for her. Running a hand through her hair, she smiled at him. "I should go home now,"

He looked at her, suddenly feeling worried. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Don't you want breakfast?" He began to fuss. "I'm sorry, you spent the night here. I made you look after a baby, I shouldn't have—"

"I like it here," Tina announced, though blushing slowly at her revelation. "You've been really nice to me, Mike," she said and smiled slowly, offering more meaning to what she said. She fiddled with the sleeve of his sweater that she was still wearing. "I'll give you back your shirt,"

"Keep it,"

Tina stopped and watched him. Her hands curled around the ends of the sweaters sleeves and she felt once again warm inside. "Okay," she said. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled at him. "I'm going now,"

Mike nodded, stepping into the kitchen he picked up his nephew and followed Tina through his house. He watched her slip into her jacket and grab her stained black sweater. "Thank you for helping, Tee," he said. He stopped and thought over his next words. "I'm glad you came,"

Tina stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. She smiled slowly and nodded. "I'm glad I came," she said. She watched him thoughtfully. "Call me if you need any help,"

Mike nodded and watched her leave. He smiled, and looked down at his gurgling nephew. He felt good, incredibly good – despite certain uncertainties that still hung in the air. But all was good. And later in the day, he would definitely give Tina a call.

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