Corso didn't dream, but he didn't sleep long either. After a couple of hours, he woke with a start and scrambled off the scratchy, hard fabric of the short couch he'd been slumped on. He quickly showered and changed, thankful Akaavi had grabbed a bag from the ship when she'd arranged these rooms. He hurried down to the double doors guarding his wife, hoping to get a tech to let him see her again. He was in luck, and the female tech had heard about the situation. Her colleagues had told her of his story, and how he'd seemed so devoted to the woman who was in stasis. The tech had yet to experience any emotion that strong and was intrigued. She let him in, led him to the black haired woman, and left to see if he'd talk to her more.

He looked around the monitors, all were green but some of the numbers weren't as high as before, and that concerned him. He turned to ask the tech, but she was gone. He sighed and took Miriah's hand, noting it was cool and placed it between his own to warm it. He saw blankets on a shelf and took one, folding it around his too-still wife, knowing she'd be more comfortable if she were warm. He took his seat again, laying his head beside hers, just the nearness of her filling that blank spot he'd been walking around with all day.

"Hey baby, I'm back. I'll bet you never thought you'd sleep this much at one time. Nightmare free, too, I hope." He smiled, her insomnia legendary among the family. "I have some great memories of you before we were a couple, back when you were fighting your attraction," he laughed softly, "and I was barely able to function in your presence. Remember the night you dreamed of rakghouls? Man, when I went to see if you were okay and you grabbed me, I thought I'd either die of sensation or just evaporate into thin air. I went through every manufactured blaster cycle in my head, just trying to keep from taking you then and there." He brushed his fingertips over her cheek, lost in his memory. "You were so scared, and I was trying so hard to be a gentleman. That was the first time I'd seen you drunk, and not even the alcohol was enough to dull the nightmare." He shifted, afraid to disconnect any of the equipment currently attached to Miriah, but also needing to touch her, feel her against him. He slipped his hands under her head, and gently lifted her face to his, kissing her softly. He felt the despair rise again and pushed it down, he couldn't let her feel how worried he was.

The tech watched from her monitor as he gently brushed the woman's hair off her face. His love for this woman and child were foreign to her, but moved her, and she was inclined to let him stay with her. She would let him, for now anyway. She turned to the other patients, but returned often to the monitor showing the couple.

Corso again put his head next to Miriah's, playing with the strands of hair that refused to stay off her face. The lighting was low, and just being where he could touch her helped. He lay there with her, listening to her breathe, when he thought he heard a whisper. He lifted his head to look at her, and saw her lips move. He thought she might be dreaming, she still hadn't opened her eyes. He leaned over her and heard her slight whisper. "Love…you.."

"Oh Miriah, I love you so much," he breathed in her ear. "Hang in there, darlin'. We'll get our son here safe and sound." The tech, who'd seen the change in her brain waves signaling her state of consciousness, came in to check on her. She wasn't totally awake, but not wholly asleep anymore either. The doctor had decided to let her wake up and see how her heart reacted before sedating her again, and the tech explained this to Corso. He nodded his understanding, his eyes never leaving his wife. The tech left them together, amazed at the feeling of connection in that small room.

The sedation was leaving her, and Corso could see his son moving more, pushing against Miriah's skin as the baby struggled to shift in his confined space. It had now been twenty six hours since he'd looked into those silver eyes, and he found himself wishing she'd open them again soon, if only for a few seconds. She was moving on her own a little, lifting her fingers and moving her lips and eyelids.

"mmmpff" he heard, and saw her try to lift her head. He gently put his hand on her forhead, telling her in that soft drawl, "Miriah, honey, stay down, just open your eyes instead. I'm here." She opened her eyes, blinking rapidly in the light, but didn't try to get up.

"Is he okay?" she mumbled. He knew she was talking about Devin, and reassured her that he was indeed doing well. She seemed to fall asleep again then, and even thought it had been brief, just being able to hear her speak and see that she was fighting was a relief.

The medical personnel shooed him out of the room so they could examine her, and he walked out to his bench, seeing that Akaavi and Aric were there. He joined them, telling them the current situation.

"Well that's improvement," Aric said, smiling. "Nothing can keep Spitfire down for long, Corso. We'll just have to be patient and keep hopeful." He offered Corso a hot caffa, which the tired man took. "Maura and the twins will be here soon, since we have the apartment. I imagine Mags and Felix will be, too. You're not alone, Corso, either of you. Use us, we're here for you." Corso had lost his own family so long ago that he'd grown more accustomed to not relying on anyone else, so this was a change in thinking for him, a welcome one.

Magdalane was practically running from the hangar, Felix trying to catch her. When he did catch her at the elevator to the main level, he grabbed her arm. "What are you thinking? Please, slow down, don't fall and be hurt—you can't help her then." She looked at him, knowing he was right but too upset to acknowledge that. They stepped off the elevator and quickly traveled the space to the medical center, neither of them speaking. They spotted Aric and Corso, and made their way to them, Magdalane practically shoving people out of her way.

"How is she doing?" Mags asked, not even saying hello. "Is she awake or do they still have her sedated? Is she having contractions now or…"

"Slow down, Mags, she's semi-awake. She's not being sedated anymore until they evaluate her heart. I got to see her open her eyes, and she knows what's going on around her. Devin is doing fine, his lungs are maturing at the proper rate. She is still sleepy, but better." Corso had put both his hands on his sister in law's shoulders. "Thanks for coming here." She collapsed onto Corso, hugging him tightly, choking back tears. "It's ok, Mags, really. Please don't cry." She released her hold on him and spun to the double doors, bursting through them, daring anyone to try and stop her.

Corso watched her go, dazed by her reaction. "I'll never understand women," he said, looking at Felix, who was shaking his head.

Aric snorted, "Brother, if you do, you gotta let the rest of us poor souls know. Maura confuses me daily." Felix had to chuckle, he could relate very well to what the other men were saying, especially now that Mags was pregnant.

Magdalane went to Miriah, sending force waves ahead. She found that she could actually converse with her sister through the force and it settled her.

"Mir, what's going on?"

"Hell, Mags, I've been asleep, you tell me."

"Can you hear what's going on out here?"

"Most of the time. Corso has been telling me stories, wonderful stories full of things I never knew he felt. I don't hear much other than his voice though."

"Devin is doing exactly what he was supposed to, so that's good."

"Oh! Thank the stars, all they would tell me is 'don't worry', like they know me at all!"

"Do you want me to tell Corso anything?"

"Yes, tell him Calypso will get her chance, though it might be a couple of years. He doesn't want any more in case this happens again."

"He's worried sick, Mir, we all have been but he looks, I don't know, defeated, scared. I'll pass it along but I'd expect an argument." Before she could ask anything else, she felt the force connection weaken and knew her sister was sleeping again. She got slowly up from the small chair and made her way back to where the men were sitting.

"Corso, I can talk to her through our force connection. She's doing as well as she can, but she said to tell you she's not in any pain, thank you for the blanket, and Calypso will get her chance, but it might be a couple of years before that happens." He slumped against the bench, relief written over his face.

"Thanks, Mags, so much," he grinned at her. "Don't know what I'd do without you guys." He held his hand out to Akaavi, who took it with a frown. "You too, 'Kaavi, you're family here. I'd be smelly and tired and hungry without you all." Akaavi smiled slightly at that, dropping Corso's hand and punching his shoulder.

"Well, the gang's all here except Maura and the Dynamic Duo," Aric said, "and I expect they'll be here shortly. We can't have a cookout but we will have dinner together, yes?" They all nodded agreement and settled in to wait for Maura. None of them even considered letting Sarai know what was going on.