A/N: I'm really glad that despite my very unethical updating chapter standards that so many of you still love the story :) . Very sorry for that two week late update. Work has just been hectic and life in general does wonders to strain my soul. Thanks for all the lovely reviews though. They always light up my day. Anyway's, here's another update. Just a little Tony/Pepper romance. I was in a romantic mood when I wrote this.

The first thing she noticed as she awoke from the slightly turbulent flight was the light snores emitting from the man in front of her. His head was rolled back against the head rest and the left side of his hair was pressed and standing at the top of its ends.

She could still remember the day she sat here in this very seat and listened to him tell her that they would have such a better time celebrating his birthday in Venice. He had almost convinced her when he added that part about how they could enjoy Venice like they did last time. She had thought him to be going through one of his phases again. But little did she know at the time that he was slowly dying.

The thought warmed her heart for so many years now. For whoever knew that the world renowned playboy, Tony Stark, the billionaire would rather spend the last of his days with her than with some mindless busty fool and enough alcohol to drown a city.

Her thoughts dwindled into shades of warmth as she glanced to the little body curled up beside him. The sudden warmth burned through her veins again as she stared at awe between the two of them. Their little Jared had his mouth slightly opened at a sideways angle and his face was half pressed into his father's shoulder.

They looked so much alike with their identical bangs that brushed their eyes and that very boyish and innocent look on their faces as they slept. She was sure Tony looked exactly like Jared when he was younger.

She smiled again as she turned to gaze out the window and lightly brushed her hand over the slight bump at her stomach. She could never tire of watching them sleep. They filled her days with wonder and there was no telling what mischief father and son could get up to when they were bored.

She kept her eyes on the window as she heard a familiar shifting and a soft muffled yawned. The next thing she knew a warm body crept up behind her and she smiled again.

"The turbulence woke you up too?" she murmured quietly as she watched the familiar flickering lights of the aircraft wing.

"Mhmm…" he hummed into her neck before he whispered, "Not really. It was all that staring you did that suddenly made me conscious of my good looks."

"Ahh…vanity I see."

"It gets the better of us," he sighed.

She smiled as she glanced back at Jared who seemed more comfortable as he lay sprawled out between two seats.

"You shouldn't be awake so late…it's not good for the baby" he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled as he pressed his lips at her shoulder.

"I know…but it's hard to sleep with all the turbulence," she whispered and turned to him. "And besides, it's nice to watch you two sleep."

"Uh huh…and my rocking new hair style too?"

"That one I like," she smiled as he glared. "It gives your good looks a very nice finishing."

"You're just lucky I love you," he mumbled before he gently kissed her.

She smiled and leaned closer to him.

"More than lucky…" she whispered as she glanced at Jared. "Sometimes I think…too lucky."

"Nah…" he whispered, "I'm more lucky because you love me."

"We're both lucky then," she murmured.

He sighed and drew her closer as he comfortably relaxed into the seat.