Hey guys! Still totally in shock after that quintis kiss here. I have now watched it on loop, and I just can't even. It's so wow. I just have no words at all. Let me know what you think and send me your ideas

-Aislin

"Toby! Toby, I did it!" She screamed at four am. Toby woke immediately to the sound of her voice. Luckily for him, Nessa was having a sleepover with Paige, Walter, and Ralph to see if they could handle a baby. Happy had given them about thirty instructions before even letting them touch Nessa. Toby had practically had to drag her away from their child. Happy was by far the most protective mother he had ever met-poor Nessa whenever she started dating.

He sprinted downstairs towards the sound of Happy's voice. Oh God No, he thought as he realized where she was. How had she managed to get into the kitchen again, He asked himself. Every time she entered the kitchen people got hurt. People was usually him. Whether she was burning him with a frying pan or trying to feed him an omelet that looked suspiciously like a pancake, he always got hurt when she attempted cooking.

"Happy," He called cautiously as he opened the door very slowly. He had his phone dialed to 911 and had his finger hovering above the call button. Happy had been known the burn down the kitchen. For a mechanical prodigy, she was pretty bad with the over. "Honey? Sweetheart?" He called slowly.

When he finally opened the door, he saw Happy standing proudly with an iced cake. It didn't look that bad, but then again looks weren't always everything. "Happy, what are you doing in the kitchen at 4 am?"

"I made a cake," She grinned happily.

"I can see that, my love," He gave her a small smile, "But shouldn't you be asleep? You know upstairs in our room? With me?" He took a miniscule step forward.

"Nope made you a cake for our anniversary," She laughed. He almost didn't want to question her. He was almost willing to just get food poisoning for her, but then he remembered the last twenty-eight times this had happened, and decided he didn't need anymore food poisoning.

"But Happy it's four am," He reasoned. "You could've made a cake at a normal time, right?" She put the cake down on the side, and placed her hands on her hips. It was almost sad how afraid he was of this tiny woman. It was sadder that he had also been married to her for years.

"Well, if I had mad it at a normal time, you wouldn't have let me make the cake because," She raised her hands to make air quotes, "My 'cooking is a danger to our family', but obviously it's not. I didn't burn the house down this time."

"Happy, you know I love you, right?" He asked. She nodded. "And you know I wouldn't change anything about you for the world, right?" She nodded once again. "But I can't have food poisoning again, sweetheart."

"Oh come on," She started to defend herself.

"Happy, honey, I've had food poisoning twenty-eight times in the last two years," He interrupted her. "And every time I know it's going to happen going into it, and I just go along with it because I love you too much to say no to you, but I can't go through it again."

"But I-"

"Please don't make me eat this cake?" He begged. Her eyes softened for a minute.

"What if I promise it's really good this time?" She pouted at him. This was the Happy he only got to see at 4 am. He gave her a long look. She could tell he was asking, Are you serious? "I tried really hard."

"Well, it's the thought that counts," He grinned as he walked up to her and picked her up easily. "You know what I think would be a great way to spend this childless anniversary?"

"What would that be, Doc?" She smiled and moved her hands to his face. He pressed a quick kiss on her lips, and then pulled away.

"We could sleep until our child is returned to us."

"She's not getting back until 6 pm," she stated in a questioning tone.

"14 hours of sleep," He whispered dreamily.

"Let's go then."

"I know this is going to be a bad thing to say," Happy yawned. "But would it be such a bad thing if we didn't answer the door?"

"I know this is going to be an equally bad thing to say," Toby prefaced his answer. "But in this moment I don't think so."

The knocking on the door continued. "Does this make us bad parents?" She asked. He gripped her arms tight and looked her in the eyes.

"No, absolutely not," He promised. "It makes us good parents."

"Go on," She prompted.

"We have been running on three hours or less of sleep for months. Four months to be exact. Our child needs us to be alert and attentive. Surely catching up on our sleep can be nothing but good," He explained. Their conversation was interrupted by the slam of the front door, and the sounds of Walter and Paige's voices filling the house.

"Where the hell are they?" Walter's voice asked urgently.

"Language in front of the child," presumably Paige chastised. Walter proceeded to lecture on how Nessa wouldn't remember the word or be able to understand him.

Happy threw herself closer into Toby's arms and closed her eyes tight. "Pretend to be asleep," She ordered in a whisper. They could tell when they entered the room because of the slam of the door, and the immediate baby crying.

"Wake up!" Paige screamed loudly.

Happy faked grogginess, "What the hell are you guys doing here?"

"Returning you're spawn of Satan," Walter cringed.

"Did she keep you up all night?" Toby asked. He got up slowly and picked up Nessa out of her carrying case. The baby immediately calmed down a little bit.

"We got 1.35 hours of sleep," Walter supplied.

"Who's a good girl?" Toby grinned down at his daughter. "You's a good girl. Yes you is."

"Don't talk to our child like you talk to the dogs."