Kevin watched his wife sleep next to him. She looked so peaceful. Kevin considered himself a lucky man to have married such a beauty. As cheesy and overused as it was, Mia completed him. Half of his heart was filled with her kindness and couldn't function without Mia by his side with her signature sweet smile or even her stern eyebrows when she needed to put his stubborn self in check. Kevin allowed his eyes to gaze at her growing stomach. He knew Mia would make a wonderful mother. She's already a caregiver to many kids at a daycare when she isn't in school working on her culinary degree. Kevin hopes she can drop her daycare job soon though but he wouldn't tell Mia that. She made it clear that she would work there until she got her degree in school and he didn't bother to argue with her.

Mia's eye lids flied open. She felt panicked but she relaxed once she realized Kevin was next to her wide awake.

"Good morning." Kevin offered her a warm smile.

"Morning." Mia whispered and attempted to smile back but failed. She didn't want Kevin to know she was upset.

"What's wrong?" Kevin frowned. "I thought my Sleeping Beauty was always happy to see me in the morning."

Mia sighed, knowing she couldn't lie to him even if she tried. "I had a dream. Our baby was born and I couldn't make out the gender but he or she had your eyes. Everything felt so right. Everything in the world was perfect and then my dream soon turned into a nightmare." Mia swallowed a lump in her throat. "There…there was something wrong with the baby."

"What was wrong with the baby?"

"I don't know. I woke up at that part."

Kevin wrapped his arm around her and comforted her. "Our baby is going to turn out just fine. He or she is going to have great parents and aunts and uncles too. Emily is going to be cooing all over the poor thing. Our baby is going to be so spoiled!"

Mia giggled at the thought of her friends buying the baby everything it wanted and more. "That would be nice but we need to get some shopping done today if we want to see that dream happen. We don't have any groceries in the house to last us."

"Do we have to do that today?" Kevin stretched and faked a yawn.

"Yes we do lazy pants." Mia kissed him passionately. "Is that enough motivation for you?"

"What are we still doing in the house?"

"So how was your night amiga?" Antonio asked Lauren as he took a seat around the kitchen table. Lauren had gotten home late when he was fast asleep in his bed so the light samurai didn't get to ask until now.

"It was great. I haven't had fun like that in a while." Lauren responded.

"Did you sing?"

"Maybe I did…maybe I didn't." Lauren shrugged, still a little tired. She did sing last night. She sang her song and Cody sang his then they both ended up singing a few duets before calling it a night when they got tired. The fire samurai dragged her feet to the freezer and began to search. "Jay, where's my French toast?"

"I don't know why you're asking me when you're the only one that eats that stuff." Jayden told her. "Add that to the grocery list along with coffee."

Lauren groaned. "You finished that too?"

"No, you did." Jayden corrected her. "Remember yesterday when you and Antonio started wrestling over the jar and it got all over the floor. Then both of you left me to clean it up?"

"Lauren wasn't sharing." Antonio pointed out. "And I clearly had it first."

"Sharing my butt!" Lauren retorted. "You're using your own money to buy me back my coffee personally. And it better be gift wrapped too."

"Mike, get up!" Emily tried to wake up her fiancé, who didn't seem to be making an effort to get out of bed.

"I'll get up later Emily." Mike mumbled under his pillow.

"But it's almost noon! Wakey, wakey!" The earth samurai stole Mike's pillow and used it as a weapon to beat his head but Mike just got his other pillow and used it as protection. Emily pouted. She never had luck waking him up in the morning. Mike slept heavy every night and woke up very cranky every morning.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Emily jumped on his bed.

"Emily, stop! I will get up in five minutes."

"But you said that an hour ago!" She whined. She wanted to break him out of this habit before they got married and so far, she was making no progress.

"This time I'm serious."

Emily didn't respond. Instead she stopped jumping and sat down next to him and tried to open his eye lids. "Mikey? Oh, Mikey! It's time to get up. You're awesome fiancee will make you waffles with syrup and strawberries and you can even get some nice orange juice on the side."

Mike still didn't move from his spot. Emily huffed. "Fine, I'll make my own waffles and you can't have any."

Another long ten minutes passed until Mike finally decided to get out of bed but he didn't see Emily. He walked into the living room to see Emily enjoying her waffles on the couch watching the television. Mike grinned and made his way slowly to her.

"Hey, Emily, your breakfast looks really tasty." Mike told her.

Emily's blue eyes followed Mike as he sat a couple inches away from her. "Yeah, it's really good. Maybe if you didn't sleep in so late, I would've made you one…"

"Well since I slept so late, I don't have time to get breakfast and then get ready." Mike got closer but Emily moved away. "I don't think it would be right for us to see our wedding planner when my stomach is empty and yours is not."

"I'm sure she'll understand. You deserved it." Emily took a bite of her waffles but her eyes never left Mike's. She knew what he was up to. Mike still didn't give up. He got closer and Emily moved farther away until she got to the edge of the couch.

"No!" Emily told him. "Make your own."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Please?"

Emily sighed and gave him her plate of food and went back to the kitchen. "Thanks, Em." Mike chuckled and stuffed the food in his mouth. "You're the best fiancée in the world!"

"Whatever."