(A little more of Mary and Marshall! :D Please read and enjoy- just tell me if it's getting old, I'll speed things up a little! Enjoy! Comments are always appreciated!)

"Marshall?" Mary whispered in the stillness of the night, her head resting against her pillow awaiting his response.

"Yeah Mare? Is everything all right?" he asked, matching her volume, reaching for her hand underneath the blanket.

"I'm ready to tell you more- about my dream, I mean…" she stuttered.

"Okay, I'm all ears…" he shifted to his side, the bed groaning underneath him.

"We were t-together… Like we are now and-

"We had a baby?" Even in the darkness she could see his goofy grin.

"Not necessarily, I- he was-

"He?"

"Yeah he, but he-

"Was still Marks…" Marshall finished, somehow reading her mind, like he had gotten so good at doing after all of these years of partnership.

"Yeah, and I think I loved that little boy Marshall, I can't even tell you how real he was, I held him in my arms and when I woke up, I wanted him to be there as much as I wanted you to be… I love Norah so much, and I don't regret-

"I know you love Norah Mary, you don't have to prove it to me, I know." He whispered into her ear, "I know." He repeated kissing her neck.

"Oh jeez Doofus- talk about changing the subject…"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Oh God no." she answered, letting him continue, "But if you want to get lucky Marshall Mann you need to find a way to set up shop for our daughter in the guest room…" she gently shoved him off of her, chuckling as he huffed in a painful sigh of defeat,

"I'll pick up a portable crib tomorrow morning." He said grumpily, turning onto his opposite side.

"What a good doofus you are." She turned over ruffling his brown hair.

"Before we uh- go to sleep Mare, you are aware you referred to Norah as 'our daughter' right?"

"I did? Well I-

"Don't say you're sorry, that means you didn't mean it, tell me you meant it."

"Mark-

"HASN"T BEEN AROUND!"

"Jeez, calm down Marshall, whether you like it or not, he's Norah's dad! And if she gets to see him sometimes, that's more than I can ask for!"

"She deserves more than sometimes…"

"That's why she has you…"

"I don't wanna be just Daddy Marshall, I don't feel like just Daddy Marshall…" he sighed.

"You don't have to be- whatever Norah decides- if she calls you Daddy, I'm perfectly fine with that, but if by some phenomena she's in Mark's arms when she utters that word, I will have no right to be upset by it… Please see where I'm coming from Marshall, please?" She begged, feeling tears stinging at the corners of her eyes just ready to fall if they managed to get into an argument at the end of their first full day together.

"That's fair." He said, making no attempt at continuing, but feeling a severe contempt for the deal. He would argue, but not right here, not right now, not when everything was so… great.

Mary exhaled, feeling the tears that had been threatening to grace the surface to trickle down her face go back to where she preferred to keep them, bottled up to save for an inconvenient time.

Marshall could easily make this go his way, he had been there nearly from the beginning, it would be some miracle if Norah picked the lesser of the cuddly men to call "dad", although Mark was definitely hairier. Mary shook the thought from her head.

"Do you want to have a baby with me?" Mary asked, bluntly, catching him off guard.

"I- What?"

"Oh, I think you heard me." She replied, as if just another snide remark came from her mouth.

"I- wow… Mary, I-

"I'll take that as a no then…" she uncovered herself, took a peek at Norah, leaving no time for Marshall to articulate his words into an actual sentence and left the room, closing the door behind her. As if playing follow the leader, he proceeded to do the same thing, taking a slightly longer look at Norah, and following Mary's exact footsteps out of the room, just in time to catch the last nostril full of her gorgeous scent, before he opened and closed the door of their bedroom again, leaving only a slight crack so that the baby wasn't completely out of their reach.

He entered the living room to find Mary, her head in her hands, her blonde hair covering her face.

"Oh, Mare, I didn't mean it like that. I-

"It's okay Marshall, it's my fault… Seriously, one day together and I drop the baby bomb on you, really forget about it."

"No, now I won't be able to… What made you bring that up? I mean, your dream, but wow, can you just give me a few seconds to process before you jump to your own conclusions!"

He jumped from one thing to another.

"I'm sorry! I really don't know why I just asked that, Gah! What is wrong with me lately? I have Norah, I don't need another- it's just that not even a few days ago you were telling me how Norah really had you thinking about fatherhood and what it would be like and-

"Of course we can have another baby."

"Huh?" Mary looked up, an eyebrow raised, surprised.

"We can have another baby, I mean, I want a baby with you, but can we just take this one day at a time?" He grabbed her hand, "Can we at least wait until Norah can hold her head up on her own? I mean Mare, you and Norah, you're my family, and I would be absolutely crazy to pass up the chance to father one of your babies, that's a once in a life time chance. I think you know I wouldn't pass that opportunity up..." He kissed her on the neck, forcing a giggle to escape her lips.

"Hold it right there- Mary stopped, her ears perking up, "Of course Norah has to take after me, excellent timing Bug!" she yelled in the direction of the bedroom.

"What? What are you talking about?" Marshall asked. She leaned over, clicking on a contraption on the end table, shortly after a green light appeared on the digital screen, a tiny cry was exponentially more audible.

"How did you?-

"There are a whole bunch of perks to being a new mom, if my boobs were slightly bigger, I could be Superwoman."

"You are Superwoman." Marshall smiled.

"Very funny doofus. No off, that's a hungry cry, you don't ignore the hungry cry or she gets vicious…"