And yet, I just couldn't resist another drabble. Hope I'm not boring you guys at this stage! Thanks for reading and I'll post again soon.

"Hey there, Kitten," I whisper as I pull out a clean onesie, "how was your day?"

Her eyes widen as she looks on at me with amusement. I love her little smile and the noises she makes. I deftly undo the buttons one by one and lay the outfit aside as I reach for a clean diaper, "so," I start, "how do you feel about having a new brother or sister?"

I know she doesn't understand anything I'm saying, but she shakes her head and lets out a little cry of delight, "Oh really? You're that excited huh?" I laugh as I lift her arms into the soft sleeves of her outfit. "Well to tell you the truth, Kitten, so am I."

I kiss her auburn wisps not before planting open-mouth kisses on her chubby, rosy cheeks, "Alright, little girl, let's go tell dad and Wes the good news."

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"Smells delicious, what's for dinner?" The aroma of basil and hints of cilantro waft through the house as I make my way to the kitchen.

"Pasta," Wes looks over his shoulder. "Mom, what's the news? We've been agonizing!"

I shake my head as I plant a soft kiss on Saoirse's temple, "so impatient, you two! Let's sit down first." To tell you the truth, I like teasing my two boys.

I've never seen two men set a table as quickly as I'm seeing! Plates are practically slammed against the table. Flatware is hastily thrown down. Glasses are summarily filled with water that spills over the sides in haste to reach their destination. And in less than 2 minutes the both of them are sitting eagerly at the table, like two little boys at a birthday party waiting for the cake to be cut. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't enjoying all of this anticipation.

"Well," I gingerly lower Saoirse into her high chair and then I very slowly sit down myself. I keep a deadpan expression, "My, this looks delicious! So Jean Luc, how was your-"

"Mom!" "Beverly!" I hear in tandem exasperation. I can't help but let out a small giggle at their eagerness.

Hmmm... How should I go about doing this? I'm too late for creative - and to be honest I'm also a little too tired for creative. Should I just come out and say it?

"Well," I begin coyly, "How do you feel about having another baby in the house?" I'm looking right at my husband and I see a brief shock followed by the biggest, goofiest grin.

"Beverly?" I see him slowly raise himself from his chair and in a moment he's lifted me out of mine. I'm flush against him, "Beverly are you saying what I think you're saying?"

I smile and nod my head definitively as I feel his heart fluttering rapidly, almost vibrating my chest. "We're pregnant," I whisper.

We don't want to scandalize the kids, but he can't help it as his lips open mine and he kisses me soundly, his hands resting on my abdomen as he symbolically says hello to his child. Peripherally I hear a whoop from Wesley and I break the kiss with a laugh.

"Congratulations, Mom," Wesley smiles and picks up Saoirse and takes two steps towards us.

Dinner lies forgotten, along with the cares and worries of the past week. There are still a lot of unanswered questions and a lot of hurt, but for right now – none of that matters to any of us as we bask in the love and the excitement that envelopes us.