A/N Well, sorry for the delay – took a while to get this right. I wasn't sure what mini scenes to include so there was a lot of trial and error. I may make some changes, though I'll let you guys know if I do.

Also, during the last week the story hit 100 followers. I'm actually amazed that so many people are actually enjoying this, it's really encouraging for me and also awesome!

Anyway, here it is.

18th December 2187 – Crucible Pulse + 15 months

The human studied the screens in front of her, double checking the data arrayed in the three different displays. Each displayed a different list, the first a list of contacts, the second a list of items, and the third a list of timings and locations. It was her perfectly organised plan, it had to be a perfectly organised plan.

She took a sip of coffee from a mug as she looked down the list of contacts. There were twenty names on the list, the majority experts in various deadly fields with the rest being experts in supporting roles. It wasn't often that they were all arrayed in one place, but this event required it. All of them were confirmed to be there, not one of them had even considered turning down her plan.

Then she glanced over the second list. A whole host of items were listed, from the small and mundane to huge pieces of kit, and their location was also noted. They were all spread out among the contacts, all carrying several pieces. It made the plan easier, it made it harder for them to be discovered.

The final list was also given a last check. The entire operation was noted in detail, when and where everyone was to arrive, the nature of their insertion, how they were to go about preparing their own objectives. It was comprehensive, very comprehensive. And it had to be.

She leaned back in her chair, rather pleased with her master piece of work. It wasn't as if she had been taught how to do this kind of work though, it was something she had worked out herself. But she knew it would work, it was so meticulously planned. So detailed. And, as she had already reminded herself, it had to be.

After all, it wasn't as if her sister would just let the most ramshackle, dangerous, yet loveable group of rogues near her newborn baby. Miranda Lawson required a little bit of duping, and Oriana was probably the only one who could get away with it.

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Shepard slowly awoke, groggily opening his eyes. He rubbed away the sleep before rolling over to face Miranda.

"Hey you," Miranda gave him a smirk. "Glad you finally joined us."

"It's still early Miri." Shepard pushed himself around again to gaze at her, immediately stopping and lying on his back again. Miranda was sat up with a towel over her lap, breastfeeding Lizzie in her arms. Shepard found these moments rather awkward, he always felt as if he was intruding. So he did his usual ploy of lying next to her and engaging in conversation but not actually looking at them. But, as ever, Miranda noticed.

"God John, you're not still being squeamish are you?" He could practically hear her eye rolling. "Breastfeeding is a perfectly normal and natural process, don't be pathetic."

"Yeah but it's kind of awkward for me," There was a scrabbling noise as Legion jumped up onto the bed next to him, clamouring for attention as well. Shepard gave him a pat on the head as he continued. "It's not really something I feel particularly comfortable to butt in on, if I'm being honest."

"Oh that's silly and you know it, just man up," Miranda elbowed him, skilfully keeping Elizabeth aloft with her other arm. The action got Shepard's attention, and Miranda gave him a toothy grin. "And besides, it's nothing you haven't done before is it?"

"Erm..." Shepard ran a hand along the back of his neck. "That's...uhm...that's a little different. Yeah that's...just don't...erm..."

Miranda began to laugh loudly. The noise distracted Elizabeth who immediately began to search around for the source, curious eyes darting around. They settled on Shepard, staring straight into his own with a familiar analysing gaze.

"I love winding you up John, it's so pathetically easy," His eyes flicked up to her own, and so did Lizzie's. "But seriously, you don't have to be like this. It's really not a bother for me, or for Lizzie."

"Yeah," Elizabeth lost interest in him and resumed her feeding, Miranda giving her a smile. Shepard swallowed slightly nervously, but he didn't look away. "Does it feel...well weird?"

"Weird? Not at all."

"Well, what does it feel like?"

"Relaxing, really calming," Miranda shrugged. "Of course that's the oxytocins at work, but there we go."

"Oxytocin?" Shepard scratched his head. "What's one of those when it's at home?"

"A hormone, released in certain situations such as breastfeeding," She readjusted her grip on the baby as she continued to explain. "It's a relaxant, and it helps the bonding process. You should also note that you're getting a dose of oxytocin as well."

"Really?" Shepard gave her a surprised look. "Is it contagious or something."

"Uch, your father really isn't a scientist eh?" Miranda looked back up from the baby with a grin. "Another common action that releases hormones such as oxytocin is stroking a dog, weird I know, but by stroking Legion you're relaxing."

"Well, I do feel pretty chilled out," Shepard turned to look at the St Bernard who was now flat out on it's back next to Shepard with it's paws flailing in the air, demanding the continuation of a belly rub. He gave it a grin. "Thanks for the good vibes buddy."

"When you two are done slobbering over one another you should probably go and take a shower, we have to go and get someone officially named," Miranda leaned her head down, giving Lizzie a huge smile. "Don't we?"

"Yeah it was ten for the appointment right?" Miranda nodded. "Cool, it's pretty much in the centre of Milan, the building has only just been rebuilt. Parking could be tricky."

"Exactly why we have to go early just in case."

"Oh yeah?" Shepard raised an eyebrow. "It's not because you want to take Lizzie on her first of, what I'm sure will be, many luxury shopping trips?"

This time Miranda stammered. "Erm...no?"

"Tut tut, not even a week old and you may well have her breaking my bank account," Shepard pouted comically. "Can't wait to marry her off to some rich bloke."

"Shepard!" Miranda gave him a cold glare, her hiss distracting Elizabeth as well. A second pair of Azure eyes joined her own, presenting two ice cold glares of identical nature. Shepard gulped again, it was rather unnerving.

"Just a joke, no need to commit homicide now..."

"I wouldn't of thought you would be so blasé about things like that."

"Oh don't worry, I'm not," He adopted a serious expression. "Every boyfriend will have thorough background checks from the SPECTRES and from Liara's network, you will scrutinise them thoroughly when we first meet them, and if needs be I'll pay Kasumi to follow them for a few weeks."

"Wow," Miranda raised an eyebrow in genuine surprise. "And I thought I was going to be the overbearing, obsessive, and protective one."

"She is my little baby, and I don't want anyone ever taking advantage of her," Shepard sighed, leaning in closer and giving Elizabeth a kiss on the forehead. "I wish you could stay like this forever, small and totally lovely. No trouble."

"God Shepard, you really are getting into the hang of this 'doting daddy' thing," Miranda smiled tenderly. "But it's rather cute to watch."

"Yeah, yeah." Shepard waved a hand, rolling his own eyes.

Miranda inclined her head at the door. "Now get in that shower."

"Yeah, yeah," Shepard smirked. "Wanna join me?"

"Wow, I've only been waiting for that since her birth," Miranda sighed. "Shepard I had a baby six days ago if you hadn't noticed, I'm hardly in the right state for that, am I?"

"Miri, I was only joking."

"I know, but it won't be long. Honestly," Miranda smiled again. "Just have patience."

"There are a whole host of more important things to me than sex in our relationship Miri, you know that."

"Yes, I know that too but..."

"Legion, stay," Shepard cut off Miranda and stopped the escaping dog before it walked out the door. He walked over to it, having noted a brown stain on the white fur on his back. He knelt down, tentatively taking a sniff at the stain. "Have you been rolling in chocolate? God you need a wash."

The dog looked around at him rather innocently, large eyes jumping out at him. Shepard shook his head, standing up and facing Miranda with a dramatic expression.

"If you won't shower with me," He drew himself upwards. "Then Legion will."

At the mention of a shower the dog bolted, but Shepard was quicker and grabbed it's collar. He marched it into the bathroom, giving Miranda a grin and a wink. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, muttering something to Elizabeth.

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The Turian knelt in the snow above the target's location, halfway up a mountain and obscured by a large boulder. He gripped his sniper rifle and studied the view of the targets through the scope, aiming down towards the house.

He watched as the trio left the house, flicking between them. He watched the male shut the front door of the house and lock it before walking towards the waiting skycar out the front. The target walked around to the drivers side of the skycar but stopped at a shout from the female with the baby in her arms. She made a quip as she headed around to the drivers side, giving the man the baby and ordering him to the passenger seat. Then they got into the skycar, taking off a few seconds later.

"They've left," The Turian pressed a hand to his communicator on his visor. "Mission is a go."

"Brilliant!" The reply was rather enthusiastic and a bit too loud, giving the Turian a bit of a shock over his earpiece. Still, he was used to worse problems on a mission.

He folded away his mantis, standing up and turning to his Quarian companion. She gave him a light slap across the face.

"Garrus Vakarian, if I ever see you point a gun at Shepard again I will take it off you and shoot you," She leaned forwards threateningly. "And you can guess where."

Garrus swallowed, taking a step back and rubbing his cheek. Though Tali's slap hadn't been particularly hard it had surprised him. "Spirits Tali! I needed to see when they were coming out."

"You could have taken the scope off," Tali pointed at him with an accusatory finger. "You didn't think of that did you Vakarian?"

"Where I go my sniper goes, you know that," Garrus shrugged. "And anyway, it wasn't loaded, the safety was on, and my talon was no where near the trigger."

"If you say so," Tali picked up her bag lying behind them, grabbing Garrus' and throwing it over to him. He caught it deftly as Tali began to walk away. "C'mon, we need to help out the others with the set up."

She began to descend the hill, carefully treading through the snow drifts. Garrus followed, folding his sniper and placing it in his own bag. In truth he wasn't so sure about Oriana's plan when he first heard it, Miranda had never seemed like the kind of person to enjoy surprise parties thrown by a huge bunch of nosey, dangerous – and not necessarily all – friends. It wasn't as if she was the most sociable person ever, and she hadn't gotten on with all of the crew of the Normandy. But Miranda had improved immensely, and once you got past her exterior she could actually be a pleasant person. Maybe not everyone could see that, but Garrus certainly could. For Shepard's sake, he had made sure he could.

On the other hand, this party wasn't just for Miranda. It was for the child, and that was Shepard's child. And everyone here was close to Shepard, they all wanted to congratulate and meet the new arrival. And Garrus was amongst them, he couldn't be happier for his friend. Everyone agreed Shepard deserved this peaceful life, especially after all he had done.

As they reached the house all of the conspirators had arrived, turning the space in front of the house into a huge mess of a skycar park. Shuttles and cars were parked appallingly, with all of their doors open and their occupants scurrying about already. They didn't know how much time they had before the family returned, and so speed was of the essence. Garrus dodged Grunt, who was dragging a gigantic chocolate fountain through the snow, and spied Oriana in the middle of the chaos. She was shouting out orders, in a rather familiar manner, with an overly enthusiastic grin – one that had been plastered all over her face since that morning when they had met to discuss last minute plans.

"Oriana," Garrus headed over to her, Tali following. "Anything we can do?"

"Garrus, hi," Oriana did a quick check around herself. "Yes, you can help Dr Chakwas put up the bunting in the house."

"Erm..." Garrus scratched his head. "What's 'bunting'?"

"You know what, I'll do it," Oriana looked around again. "Go and help James."

"On it."

Garrus walked around to the Kodiak shuttle that James had 'borrowed' from the Alliance, arriving around the back to see Steve Cortez passing out crates of lager to the marine.

"Now this," Garrus' voice got the humans attention. "Is a job I can do."

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"You know, that was a lovely touch with the middle name Miri."

Miranda turned to give him a smile from the pilots seat. "Well, Elizabeth Hannah Shepard has a ring to it."

"My mom'll love it," He looked down at the baby in his arms, Lizzie was sort of smiling at him. Not quite a full on smile, but Shepard could see a tiny curve at the corners of her mouth. She was learning, and learning quickly. He wasn't surprised though, and child of Miranda's was obviously going to be a genius. "And it suits you hey?"

"And she'll look darling in her new outfits, especially that cream, fluffy onesie." Miranda was still smiling as she focused back on the skycar she was flying. "She'll have to be a proper fashion diva, I'll make sure of that."

"Yes but does a six day old baby really need designer clothes?"

"Any girl needs her designer clothes, but any girl of mine..." Miranda gave him another smirk. "Well it's a requirement of life."

"It's a good thing that I have a lot of money then, couldn't imagine how I would pay for two of you and your habits," Shepard adjusted his grip on Elizabeth, rubbing his thumb lightly across her cheek and being rewarded with a squeal. "I don't think an Alliance pension would cover it."

"Oh it most definitely wouldn't."

"Well if you're gonna teach her about fashion then I'll have to oversee the important stuff," He gave Miranda a grin. "Music taste, particular favourite breeds of fish, collecting models, taste in films, you know – the vitals in life."

"Oh god."

"And speaking of vids I can start the education today, there's a brilliant comedy on tonight. It's called Spaceplane!" Shepard couldn't hold in a chuckle at the thought of the film, it was one of his favourite comedies of all time. "It's absolutely hilarious, basically there's a passenger liner and the crew all eat the same food for dinner – the fish – and they're all really ill. Then an ex fighter pilot, who has a ridiculous drinking problem, has to save the ship. Everything goes wrong, but it's all really silly stuff."

"Sounds stupid and immature."

"That's why it's so fantastic," He looked down at Elizabeth, giving her a smile. "You'll love it Lizzie."

"She won't..." Miranda paused mid sentence as she banked the shuttle down towards their house. There was a huge mess of other vehicles parked in a haphazard array in front of the house. "What the hell?"

It was then that Shepard caught sight of someone moving around the shuttles, and after narrowing his eyes he realised it was Zaeed. The old mercenary tried to dodge out of their view and run to the house behind a shuttle, but he was far too slow to do that. Shepard then realised what was going on, and broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Looks like the welcoming committee are here."

Miranda turned to glare at him. "Does this mean our house is full of reckless and dangerous nut cases? Because I really don't want Elizabeth getting scared or freaked out."

"Miranda," Shepard laid a hand across her arm gently as she began to park the skycar, still holding Elizabeth with the other in his lap. "They are our friends, pretty much my family and yours too. All they'll want to do is to meet Lizzie, there's no harm, in that."

"They've basically broken into our home."

"Aw Miri, come off it," Shepard rolled his eyes. "For a start Garrus is registered on the DNA scanner, so is my mother."

"Yes, and I highly disagree with providing others a means of getting in our house," Miranda gave him a reproachful look. "Precisely for this reason."

"And Oriana? She can get in too."

"That's different," Miranda protested to him, grabbing a door handle. "She wouldn't do anything like this."

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"You did what?" Miranda glared at her sister who was standing across the study from her. Oriana simply stood there smiling.

"I invited all of your friends for a bit of a party to celebrate my niece, who I would dearly love to spend some time with today," Oriana folded her arms. "I was trying to do something nice."

"I...Well thank you Ori, but..." Miranda put her head in her hands. "Look I wasn't expecting this, I was hoping to have a bit of time to get sorted before all of this."

"So when was I going to meet Lizzie then?" Oriana challenged her. "Or Shepard's mother for that matter?"

"Well obviously you two would..."

"Then don't be ridiculous, people like Garrus and Liara are Shepard's best friends," Oriana sighed. "It's about as important for them as it is for me."

"Yeah," Miranda dropped her head, feeling a little ashamed. "I guess you're right."

"C'mon. Just have a bit of fun," Oriana nudged her playfully. "Be a bit normal, you know?"

"I suppose I'm just being a bit over protective," Miranda chuckled lightly. "Shepard is too, though he'll claim otherwise."

"Just wait until the boys are chasing her in her teens, then you'll have to restrain him," Oriana put a thoughtful finger to her chin. "Having said that he is a Councillor, he could probably make someone disappear."

Miranda laughed. "He mentioned something like that earlier."

"Now come and join the party," Oriana smiled before exiting the room, turning in the door. "Come on Randa!"

"I'll be there in a minute."

Miranda remained there for a couple of seconds before leaving. She had really wanted to wait until Lizzie was settled before having something like this, and she had planned on being a little particular over who exactly was going to visit. Did she really want people like Jack, Grunt, or Zaeed with her baby?

She stopped that line of thought, scolding herself mentally. These were Shepard's friends, and they were the closest she had to friends as well. They had a right to be here, and she was being rather selfish by thinking otherwise. With that thought she left the study heading towards the living room.

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"Battlemaster," Shepard turned as he heard Grunt call him. The young Krogan was striding through the hallway, Wrex following behind. Clearly they had been going for the food in the kitchen. "May I meet the new member of the Krantt?"

"Of course Grunt," Shepard raised an eyebrow. "You don't have to ask."

"Actually he does Shepard," Wrex leaned his back against the wall next to the fish tank, folding his arms as he explained. "A battlemaster introduces his young to the Krantt when he wants to, not the other way around."

"Oh right, so it's Krogan tradition?" Shepard smiled. "Well she's a human baby."

"Shepard," Grunt looked up nervously. "Can I hold her?"

"Erm..." Shepard looked around, checking Miranda wasn't anywhere near. She wouldn't stand for this at all. "Well I suppose so, but you have to be very very gentle Grunt. She's very delicate."

"Yes Shepard, I'll be careful."

Very slowly Grunt placed his hands underneath Elizabeth, massive fingers supporting her body. Shepard let go very carefully, letting her weight be taken by Grunt's mammoth digits. The Krogan raised her up, still moving slowly, and began to stare down at her with his lizard eyes. Shepard wasn't sure how Elizabeth would react to a fully grown and battle scarred Krogan staring her in the face at almost point blanc range. She showed that she was a Shepard through and through though, happily staring back with inquisitive eyes at the Krogan. She even gave one of her almost smiles at him.

"She's so..." Grunt looked up at Shepard. "So squishy. Well, all of you are squishy, but she's really squishy."

"She is a baby Grunt, I know that Krogan children are born with natural body armour," Shepard gave them a smile. "But just make sure you support the head."

"Oh, sorry," Grunt carefully moved a digit, propping up Elizabeth's head. "She is squishy, but she's strong. I can smell it."

"Hah!" Shepard chuckled. "Hear that Elizabeth, you smell."

"No, I didn't mean it like that," Grunt had missed the joke, a look of seriousness across his face. "I mean that I can feel the strength off her. It's not surprising, you are the strongest battlemaster around and Lawson is a strong female indeed."

"Thanks Grunt," Grunt took a pace forward, carefully placing the baby back into Shepard's arms. "She seems to like you."

"Meh," Grunt shrugged. "What's not to like?"

"You're all right whelp," Wrex spoke up, clapping Grunt on the shoulder. "But it's all about Uncle Urdnot."

Shepard laughed again as the two Krogan walked off towards the rest of the crowd in the living. Just at the same time Miranda appeared from the basement with his mother in tow, chatting animatedly about babies. He groaned internally, his mother could be most embarrassing when talking about him as a baby. As they passed a pair of hands scooped Elizabeth out of his arms, accompanied by a mischievous laugh from his mother.

"Sorry, I need to kidnap my granddaughter."

Shepard was still staring down at his now empty hands. "How did you do that so quickly?"

"Practice," His mother gave him a wink, nudging Miranda at the same time. "Now, lets go and show her off a bit more eh?"

With that Hannah hurried off, rather happily. Miranda followed, though she turned and gave him an exasperated smile. Shepard made to follow, but decided he needed another drink first. He headed into the now empty kitchen and grabbed another beer from the fridge, before turning to walk out again. He stopped though, realising that the kitchen wasn't actually empty after all.

"Hey Jack."

"Shepard." The reply was curt and clipped, but not really rude.

Shepard headed over to the dining area of the kitchen, taking a seat opposite the ex-convict at the table. "Not joining in the party?"

"It's not really my scene," Jack looked up at him with a wry grin. "I don't mean the party, I mean babies."

"Really?" Shepard grabbed a bottle opener from the worktop behind him, breaking open the bottle. "You didn't think you could work with other people, look at you now. And with the kids at Grissom, they really loved you."

"Yeah but they're big kids," Jack smiled fondly. "Though I kinda feel like they're mine anyway. But I don't see myself as a proper mother."

"Miranda didn't either."

"Yeah but it's different for her," Jack took Shepard's beer from him before he could take a swig, taking one herself. "She's a princess, she can bring one up."

Shepard chided in reply. "Jack..."

"I know, I know," Jack rolled her eyes. "Be friendly and all that crap."

"Actually I was going to tell you off for nicking my beer..."

Jack laughed. "All right, I'll grab you a new one," She stood up, going to the fridge for another bottle. "But honestly, I'm trying with Lawson. I won't promise we'll ever be best buddies, she still plays on my nerves, but we are both trying to get along."

"That's all I've ever asked of people," Jack came and sat back down, providing him with a new drink. "Thanks."

Jack was about to reply when there was a clatter in the entrance, Legion sprinting into the room followed by Stephen – Jacob's one year old son. The toddler was only just walking, but his half crawl half run was ridiculously quick. Jacob followed the pair, calling for the child to stop chasing the dog. He caught the kid, grabbing him and hoisting him effortlessly up into the air.

"Slow down Stephen, you're causing a stir," It was then that Jacob noticed the pair at the table, walking over with a smile. "Hey guys."

"Hey Jacob," Shepard gave the one year old, that was now seated on Jacob's shoulders. "Hi Stephen."

The child gave him a huge grin but said nothing.

"You guys coming in to join the party."

"Yes we are, aren't we Jack?" The convict gave him a slight glare. "Oh wait, I've just remembered something."

"What?"

"Spaceplane's on in..." Shepard looked at the clock on the wall. "About ten minutes."

"No way?" Jacob's face lit up. "I love that film, it's brilliant. Brynn hates it, but it's hilarious."

"Come on then!" Shepard stood up, raising his bottle high. "One last charge, to the vid-screen!"

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"Bloody men." Miranda shook her head as she walked into the kitchen. The men of the crew had taken over the living room to watch that ridiculous comedy, all being rather vocal in their support of the film. Now they were spread out over the sofas and floor, and crates of beer had been stacked by the fireplace. She had tried to wrestle Lizzie away from Shepard, but he had insisted on beginning her education in popular culture.

The women had retreated to the back room, chatting amongst themselves. Mainly about the state that the boys were already in. Miranda had gone off to find more wine, though she didn't expect to be followed.

"Miss Lawson," Miranda turned to face EDI, the synthetic walking just behind her. "I have a question, if you please."

"Sure," Miranda nodded, she had heard about EDI's incessant questioning ever since she had gained a body.

"Do you think Jeff and I could have a child?"

"Uhm..." Miranda raised her eyebrows, she hadn't expected that. "Don't you think that's a question for Shepard perhaps?"

"No, I want a mothers perspective," EDI paused. "And I've told Jeff to question Shepard."

"I haven't been a mother for very long though, you could ask Hannah."

"I know you far better, and I value your opinion."

"Right," Miranda had a think. "Well, obviously you can't naturally have a child. So I'm guessing you're thinking of adoption right?"

"That is a correct assumption."

"I'm really not very good at relationships, but I suppose if you two are happy then it's a good thing to do. I guess," Miranda furrowed her brows. "And there are lots of kids who need good homes, though you two are still serving on the Normandy."

"We have thought about that, and we are still considering our options," EDI smiled. "I was simply wondering if you believed I, as some would put it, 'had what it took'."

"I'm not an expert EDI, sorry. But still, I don't see why not – stranger things have happened."

EDI smiled again. "Thank you Miss Lawson."

Miranda stood there for a couple of seconds as EDI left, still trying to process the conversation that had just occurred as Shepard entered the room. There was a massive grin across his face, and to Miranda's experienced eye he looked a little drunk.

"All right Miri?"

"Erm...Kinda just had the strangest conversation with EDI."

"More questions?"

"Yup."

He chuckled. "Hah!"

"So," Miranda mused. "Has the film finished?"

"Nope, just on a break," Shepard reached up into one of the top cupboards, grabbing two bottles of rum. "Just grabbing some supplies."

"Who's got Lizzie?"

"Javik."

"What!" Miranda bolted from the room.

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Miranda slowly headed up the stairs to the master bedroom, her head slightly heavy with alcohol. She had been very sensible, not drinking too much wine, but having not drunk for nine months her tolerance wasn't exactly at it's usual height.

The house was much quieter, everyone having left by now. It was about three o'clock in the morning though, about time that people should be gone. Lizzie had obviously gone to bed far earlier than that, but people had been sneaking up to check on her all of the time – Shepard in particular had been consistently checking on her.

As she reached the top of the stairs Miranda pushed the bedroom door open carefully, a fond smile forming as she saw the sight within. Elizabeth was lying in her cot asleep, with one side of the cot's railings removed. Shepard was leant against the open side, also fast asleep. He was snoring quietly and a magazine was help loosely in one hand. As Miranda approached she noticed the magazine was the latest issue of 'Weapons monthly' – a production featuring the latest developments in weapons, armour, and tech. He had been reading it to Elizabeth, and it was open to a page with a new medical interface. She noted, with a hint of pride, that it featured technology that she had actually developed as an offshoot from Project Lazarus.

Miranda removed the magazine from his grasp and placed it on the bedside cabinet. She considered moving him but she didn't want to wake him up, so instead she grabbed the duvet off the bed and placed it underneath him, covering the floor with it. She also grabbed a rug before snuggling up next to him, pulling it over them. She gave him a kiss on the jaw as his arms moved in his sleep, coming to rest in their natural position around her shoulders as she began to drift off as well.

A/N Let me know of any improvements that can be made, I'm always looking for ideas to improve.