Sorry guys for my mistake in the timing. I wanted to have Beverly's delivery at 31 weeks, but according to the timeline that I had laid out – she was delivering at 36. I just wasn't paying attention. My mistake and again my apologies. I fixed everything – so we're in the clear. Thank you to who pointed that out!

"No, Jean Luc. That's not fair. You should give her full marks."

"But," I look over at them through lidded eyes. Jean Luc scans the paper. He's so absolutely old fashioned; he still gives his students paper exams. He scans the white page, "she didn't really answer the question."

"No," Wes argues back. "She did, she just wasn't very detailed and she kind of went about it in a roundabout way. But, she still answered the qu-"

"Mama," I smile at the little girl perched on her father's lap. She's eating a piece of cereal and fumbling with the corners of his stack of pages. "Mama." She repeats. "Mamamama" She's in her own world.

"Shhhh, Kitten." He kisses her head and hands her another piece of cereal. "Wes, look compared to Cassandra's paper, this one just doesn't measure up. I mean what were you considering marking it?"

Wesley sits back in frustrated amusement. "You can't compare her to Cassandra. She's your best student! No, I'm not saying we give her a 100%, but I mean at least an 80%."

"I think even an 80% is pushing it. I'm by far not that hard on my freshman, but I think she could have done a better job and been more direct with her answer."

"So what do you want me to give her?"

I don't want to let them know that I'm awake. I love when they work together. It's been almost 2 years since we officially became a family. I know I sound like a broken record, but I love watching them together.

"I'd giver her a 78%."

"Jean Luc! You just picked that number out a hat!"

"Nonsense. It's still a good mark and with her other marks, she'll still get an A in the class."

"Okay. Fine. What about this one?"

The both break out laughing at the site of the paper in question.

"Wesley, I don't think I have ever had such a student! I don't think – Tanor, eh, I can't even read his last name, ever came to one lecture. And those answers! I don't think I've read anything so amusing in my life!"

"I know. He wrote, 'Minazian culture spread because of their enhanced warp power conduit and that made them successful.' I don't think that he knows what any of that means."

"Hey you three," I smile. They look up from their pile of papers and beam at me.

"Good morning." My husband gets up and brings the kitten over. "Hi, Kitten." I kiss her tired face. "mamamama" She repeats like a mantra.

"What's the word on the little boy?"

"He's stable. They were able to get him in time." He kisses me and lingers for a bit. "He's going to be fine."

I let out a sigh of relief and feel a weight press down on the bed next to me. "Hi Mom."

I take his hand. "Thanks for coming, Kid." I wink at him.

"Have you seen him?" I ask them. "Owch! Saoirse, you've got to stop grabbing Mommy's hair." I bring my arms around her and move to intercept her tiny hand.

"mamamama" She repeats making me laugh.

"Yes, Kitten." I kiss her again, bringing her back against my chest. She finds new amusement in the ring on my finger as she moves her little fingers over the diamonds and emeralds.

"Yes. We saw him. He's fine, just little."