A/N: Last chapter, so enjoy it!

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The next morning, I was being poked into waking up. Groaning, I opened my eyes and turned my head to the left (since I was laying on my stomach) to see James standing on my side of the bed, ready to poke me again. He smiled as he stopped poking.

"What is it, James?" I asked quietly, so I didn't wake Rich...who was practically laying on top of me: his arm was thrown over my back, while his head rested between my shoulder blades, and everything from his hips down was covering me.

"It's time to get up," he said quietly, also.

"Go back to sleep, sweetie. Daddy and I didn't get a lot of sleep last night," I said, pretty sure he didn't understand the meaning behind it.

"But I don't want to go back to sleep," he whined, softly.

"Then come here," I said, lifting the edge of the sheets.

Sure I wasn't clothed, but James was still young enough not to care. Rich and I were gods to him, so whatever we did wasn't frowned on by him.

James crawled up onto the bed and under the sheets. He then curled up at my side as I slung an arm over him.

Rich grunted, then mumbled something incoherent as he tightened the arm around my back and moved his legs more over me.

I didn't know if James fell back asleep, but I sure did.

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A few hours later, I woke up again. This time, for the day.

James was still curled up beside me, and Rich was still mostly on top of me. I slowly lifted my arm off of James (since it was going numb), then just as slowly, turned onto my back, being careful not to injure Rich (whose head laid on my shoulder then) or James. I sighed lightly as I looked from my son to my husband, then stared at the ceiling.

Rich's eyes fluttered open after another few minutes. He grinned at me as I looked back at him. I lifted my head to look at the clock on my nightstand, then back to Rich.

"Good afternoon," I said quietly.

"Is it afternoon?" he grumbled, raising his head off my shoulder.

"It is," I replied as he leaned over to kiss me. "And we had a visitor this morning." I looked over to James, who had uncurled, but was still glued to my side.

Rich looked over me to James. "How long has he been here?"

"He came in earlier this morning. I told him to go back to sleep, but complained that he didn't want to, so I let him rest next to me," I answered. "I guess he fell asleep again."

"Obviously," Rich said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Very funny," I responded, sarcastically.

His face turned serious. "Are you okay? Not worried about him...for the time being?" He nodded in James' direction.

"I'm fine," I replied with a smirk. "I swear."

Rich smirked, then kissed me again before stretching. He then lifted the covers. "I'm going to take a shower." He said before he got out of bed.

"Okay, we'll be here," I smiled.

He grinned as he grabbed his discarded sweatpants, then pulled them on, and left the bedroom to go to the bathroom.

Once Rich was out of the room, I turned on my side to face James; he was on his side, facing me. I shifted the sheets a little so his head was uncovered, but I was still covered. Propping my head up on my hand, I looked down at my son, and grinned. I brought my free hand up to lightly run it through his hair.

He really did need to get his hair cut.

After about ten minutes, when James started twitching, I removed my hand from his head, to rest it on his shoulder lightly, rubbing my thumb on the joint. He rolled onto his stomach, then opened his eyes, looking up at me.

"Hi, mommy," he said sleepily.

"Hi, sweetie," I replied, leaning over to kiss his forehead and removing my hand from him. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded, then went to push himself up into a sitting position. I held my free arm over my chest to keep myself covered as James lifted the sheet when he sat up.

"Where's daddy?" he asked, looking beyond me to the other side of the bed.

"He's taking a shower," I answered. "Which is what you and me will be taking when he comes back." I tapped his nose with my finger, making him giggle.

No point in using so much hot water.

I looked at him for another moment before opening my arms. "Come here."

He leaned into me, tucking his arms against his chest as mine wrapped around him. Pulling him against me, I rolled onto my back (making him laugh), and gave a big kiss to his cheek. He smiled, as I dropped my arms from around him, and he sat up on my stomach.

Just then, Rich came back into the room, wearing just his sweatpants, and rubbing a towel on his head. He paused in the doorway, looking at us, then grinned and came into the room.

"Hi, daddy," James said happily, after he saw Rich walk in.

"Hello, James," he replied, then sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled James over to him to kiss his head. "What are you doing sitting on mummy?"

"She pulled me on," he said, pointing at me.

Grinning, I grabbed his hand, pulling him back down on me, then tickled his sides. He wiggled, laughing, and kicked out, trying to get away, but Rich grabbed his feet. When I stopped tickling him, Rich let go of his feet, and he calmed down.

"All right, you. Let's go," I said, lifting him off me to set him on the bed, next to Rich.

"Where are you two going?" Rich asked, as I rolled out of the other side of the bed and snatched up my robe from the floor.

"Mommy says we're taking a shower," James responded, as I saw him swing over the edge of the bed next to Rich and dangle his feet.

"Oh, really?" Rich asked, looking over his shoulder to me.

"Just thought we could save some water," I answered, grinning, as I tossed my robe over my shoulders and tied the tie around my waist.

"You could have told me that. I would have taken him."

"Ah, but then we couldn't have fun without you."

Rich rolled his eyes, then picked James up off the bed. He brought him over to me, and James practically jumped into my arms, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"You can get something to eat if you want," I said to Rich. "Just don't burn down the kitchen."

With that, James and I left the bedroom and headed to the bathroom. We took a short shower; most of the time, I held James and sang off-key songs (I'll admit I don't sing very well, but I do whatever I have to do to get James to smile). Once we were done in the shower, I dried off and put my robe back on, then wrapped James in his towel, and took him back down the hall to his room...still singing.

In his room, I pulled his clothes out of the drawers, while he sat on his bed, laughing as I danced around the room.

"Go downstairs and find daddy. Tell him to keep you busy for a few minutes," I said, once he was dressed, as I lifted him off the bed and set him on the floor.

After he scurried out of the room, I left also, and headed back to my room. I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt, then headed downstairs myself.

Walking into the sitting room, I found Rich and James sitting on the couch, staring into the fire Rich had started. James was sitting next to Rich, resting his head near his shoulder (since he couldn't quite reach that high), and Rich had his arm around James' shoulders.

"You call this keeping him busy?" I asked my husband.

"Better than running around the house, isn't it?" he countered.

"True," I said softly. "Did you eat?"

"Yeah, and the kitchen is still standing. There's coffee out there for you," he answered, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the kitchen.

"Then, did you feed him?" I pointed to James.

"No."

"Hungry, James?" I asked my son.

He nodded.

"Well, come on. We'll go eat something."

James hopped off the couch, and we went into the kitchen. I pulled out two bowls and filled them with cereal, then poured some milk over it. James and I ate quietly. When we finished, James got off his chair and headed back in to sit with Rich, while I washed out the bowls.

I went back into the sitting room when I was finished and saw the two playing the game we got James...and from the looks of it, James was winning. I stood behind the couch, leaning on it, while they finished the round.

When Rich threw down the card in his hand, I knew James had won.

"You're very smart, son," Rich said, ruffling James' hair, then looked up at me. "Want to join us?"

"Not this time. I have a phone call to make," I said, walking around the couch.

"The airline?"

"Yeah," I sighed softly. "Keep playing with him for a while until I get it sorted out, will you?"

"Of course."

Nodding once, I headed up the stairs to the end of the hall and into the office. I sat in the chair in front of the computer, then rolled said chair across the room to grab our book of phone numbers. Bringing it back to the computer and phone, I opened it to the airline's number and dialed. I talked to my supervisor and told her about the situation between Eric and Katerina. I also told her of my suggestion to just have them working for different airlines instead of being fired. She agreed, but it really wasn't her decision in the end; she said she'd do what she could, though.

When I hung up the phone, I tossed the book of numbers back onto the table across the room, then let my head fall back, and brought my arms up to rub my face with a growl.

"All right?"

Taking my hands away from my face and tilting my head back down, I looked towards the door at Rich, who was standing in the frame.

"Yes, just glad to have that over and done with," I answered.

He came into the room, and spun the chair around so I was facing him. Kneeling down in front of me, he put his hands on my knees, then stared into my eyes.

"Which part?" he asked in a whisper.

"Every part," I said, also whispering.

Rich slid his hands up my thighs and all the way up my arms. When his hands stopped, I lifted my arms up and wrapped them around his neck as I slid off the chair and kneeled on the floor directly in front of him. Pulling him tightly to me, I rested my head on his shoulder, my face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around my back, also holding me tightly.

"God, Rich..." I said in his ear, holding him tighter.

"Tell me what's on your mind, Love," he said, softly.

"I don't ever want to fly on an E-474 ever again," I replied. "I hate that shitty plane."

"I don't want to fly it, either. It was a pain in the arse to fly."

I snorted, then pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. Then I shifted my arms to let my hands come to either side of his neck. Swiftly, I pulled him into a kiss. When I pulled back, I just stared at him for a few moments, then slid my hands down his arms to take his hands, as I leaned my head against his chest.

Rich squeezed my hands and at the same time I took a deep breath.

"Where's James?" I asked, lifting my head up.

He opened his mouth to respond, but we heard the short, running strides coming down the hall, signaling that James was on his way. Our son stopped in the doorway.

"Mummy, daddy!" he said excitedly, practically jumping up and down.

"What James?" I asked, releasing Rich's hands, and beckoning James over to me.

He hopped, then ran over to me. Standing at my side, he put his hand on my shoulder, and bounced on the balls of his feet.

"It's snowing!" he screeched.

"Is it?" I asked him, but glanced at Rich, grinning.

James nodded vigorously. "Yeah, look!" He pointed to the window.

I stood from the floor, then walked over to the window in the office...James following me. Glancing out the window, I saw that it was, in fact, snowing; and it was coming down a little heavy.

"Well. Would you look at that?" I mumbled.

James tugged on my jeans. When I looked down at him, he lifted his arms to me, and clenched and unclenched his fists (which meant he wanted to be picked up). Smiling, I bent down slightly to lift James up and onto my hip.

While James stared out of the window to watch the snow fall, I looked back at Rich, who still sat on the floor. I motioned with my head for him to join us at the window. He got up from the floor, smirking and shaking his head, and walked up behind me. Kissing my temple, he rubbed James' back, then looked out the window.

"Indeed, it is snowing," he said softly.

"Can we play?" James asked, very excitedly, looking up at Rich with wide eyes and a very large smile.

"Not right now. We have to wait until it covers the ground and stops," Rich replied.

"But when it does stop, as long as there's still light, we'll go out and play," I said. "And we have to hit daddy with some snowballs." I added with a grin, leaning towards my son.

James bounced in my arms and squealed. He then squirmed to get down, so I set him back on the floor and he ran out of the room and down the hall.

Rich was still behind me as I turned back to look out the window. Pressing up against my back, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on my right shoulder. Tilting my head back, I leaned it against his shoulder. I then brought my right arm up to loop around his neck. Rich turned his face and kissed my neck then my collarbone.

After another few moments, I picked my head up, and dropped my arm. Rich lifted his head, as well. I turned in the circle of his strong arms to face him and threw my arms around his neck. Looking into his eyes again, I grinned, and (once he grinned back) kissed him.

When I pulled back, I readjusted my arms, then hugged him close. Rich moved his own arms to hold me tight and ran his left hand up and down my back.

"Are you done in here?" he asked, softly, in my ear.

"Yes, I'm done," I replied.

"Then let's go downstairs."

Nodding against his shoulder, I kissed his cheek as I pulled back. We then let go of each other; Rich took my hand as we left the office and went downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, we went into the sitting room and saw James on the floor, playing with the boat we got for him from Germany...he had yet to stop playing with it.

James smiled up at us as we came into the room. Smirking back, I let go of Rich's hand, and went over to the couch. Rich followed me and sat with his back against the arm and back of the couch. I brought my legs up onto the couch, then leaned against my husband as he brought his arm up across the front of my shoulders. I grinned up at him as I brought my own arm up to hold onto his. I looked back at James and saw that he had stopped playing with the boat, and was now watching Rich and I.

Lifting my free arm, I beckoned James over to us. Smiling, he jumped up off the floor, and ran over to the couch (still holding onto the boat), jumping up on it. He sat on my lap, then turned to his side, resting his body against mine and his head on Rich's arm.

Releasing Rich's arm, I wrapped both of my arms around my son. I felt him sigh as I began to rub his back.

For the first time in a long while, I was content; Rich and I were home, we were both safe, and James was in my arms safe and sound...and that's how I wanted it to stay for the rest of my life.

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A/N: I always have a hard time ending stories without it sounding too corny. I hope this wasn't too bad. It's better than some endings of mine, that's for sure (I think).

For anyone who stuck with me to the end, thanks!