A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I've been swamped with life and unable to update more than once a week. I love writing this story for you guys though, so even if it may seem like I'm bailing, I swear I'm not! I have big big plans for this story, and maybe even one after this. Hang in there. This will be the last purely fluffy, non-plot driven chapter, so enjoy it for those of you who are here for my poorly written fluff, and brace yourself for some drama for those of you who are dying for something juicier!

Chapter 4: Special Guest

"Fine, fine. Come on out!" Lincoln called out to no one in particular. Or so it seemed.

On cue, LJ appeared from behind the guest bedroom door across the room.

"Hey, guys," LJ said casually. "What's for dinner?"

In a second, Mikey was on his feet, running to his cousin's arms.

LJ bent down to pick him up and settled him on his hip.

"MJ! How have you been, dude? Wow, you've gotten so big! How old are you now? Twenty-five? Have you started shaving yet?" LJ said, joking with his cousin.

"No, LJ. I'm only five," Mikey told him, laughing at his antics.

"Well you could've fooled me," LJ told him.

After hugs and welcomes were exchanged, LJ made himself comfortable in a spot Sofia set for him.

"So, I know you're all probably wondering what I'm doing here, what my future plans are, how long I'm in town, if I'm seeing anyone, etc., etc.," LJ said. "And can I just say thank you for not bombarding me with questions yet. Your patience will now be rewarded with the answers of all previously posed questions."

"Jeez, LJ," Sara joked. "You really know how to build up suspense around a situation."

"Yeah," Sucre added. "You're making us a little nervous."

"Oh it's nothing bad," LJ reassured them. "I'm just one for dramatic effect. I'm here on break from school where I still have one more semester, and I'm looking to go to grad school following graduation, to answer questions one and two. I'll be in town for the weekend—I leave Sunday. As for my love life, I met someone," LJ said, blushing.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Mahone asked.

"Her name is Kristen. I wasn't ready to introduce her to you guys just yet. We're taking things slow. Like, really slow."

"How slow?" Lincoln asked.

"Like 'Oh by the way did I forget to mention that my dad, aunt, and uncle are all ex-convicts and have all broken out of jail; oh and government agents killed my mom and stepdad and framed me for it?' slow," LJ said, guiltily. "I didn't want her to hear a little family drama and run screaming in the other direction. I want her to like me for me, not be afraid of me because of my past."

With that admission, the dining room went silent. Sure, they had all realized how the situation had affected them individually, but no one had realized how much it had affected LJ, a seemingly innocent party. The silence was broken by Emily's cries from the living room.

"Is that my baby sister?" LJ asked hopefully, successfully dissipating any tension and awkwardness left by the previous conversation.

Lincoln smiled at his son.

"Yeah," he said. "Wanna come meet her?"

"Do I ever," LJ responded.

LJ wasn't able to make it down to Florida to be there when Emily was born, and had been so busy with school that he hadn't come down in the four months since she was born. The group looked on in awe as they witnessed the first interaction between brother and sister.

"Hi, Emily," LJ said, cradling her in his arms. "I have just heard so much about you," he said looking down at his baby sister before looking back up to meet his dad's eyes.

"She's beautiful," he told his father.

"She looks like her mom, thankfully," Lincoln joked.

LJ laughed in response.

"It's good to have you home," Lincoln told his son. "Even if it is only for a few days."

"It's good to be home."

Hours later, Michael and Sara carefully carried Mikey and Jake from their car seats into the house. They had left the Burrows household when the kids fell asleep after dinner and a movie. Now came the trying task of getting the boys into their pajamas and their respective beds without waking them up.

Fifteen minutes later, Michael and Sara emerged from Mikey and Jake's rooms with accomplished looks on their faces.

"High five for being awesome and stealthy parents," Sara whispered.

Michael gave her a silent high five and laced his fingers through hers, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Let's go to bed," Michael said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Scofield."

The sun shining through the windows in their room caused Sara's eyes to flutter open. She rolled over in Michael's arms so she was facing him. His arms were settled around her waist, and she was nuzzled against him with her hands on his chest. She pressed a kiss to his heart, before wrapping her arms around his naked torso and pulling herself even closer to him to the point where her skin was flush against his.

"Good morning," she said.

"Morning," he mumbled back.

They lay in silence in each others arms, content to just be near to each other.

"So," Michael started, breaking the silence, "I've been thinking."

"Oh, did it hurt?" Sara joked.

"Very funny," he returned sarcastically, kissing the top of her head.

He rolled over to his back and pulled her on top of him. She squealed in response and he laughed. He caressed his cheek and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her face to his for a searing kiss.

She smiled against his lips.

When they finally broke apart, Sara pulled away from him to look him in the eyes.

"I like the way you think," she said with a wink before going in for another kiss.

"Man, I love when you don't work on weekends," he said gruffly.

Just as things started to go from sweet pillow talk to morning sex, they were interrupted with a knock.

"No, don't get it," Michael said wrapping his arms around her waist like a vise. He kissed her again.

She laughed as she pulled away.

"I have to get it," she said kissing the pout off of his lips. "It's one of the boys. Remember them? The children we're responsible for?" She rolled off of Michael and put on her robe.

"Good morning, baby boy," she greeted her younger son bending down to pick him up.

"Hey, big guy," Michael said from their bed.

"How did you get out of your bed?" Sara asked him with a creased brow. Jake slept in a toddler bed with fairly high bars that were designed to keep him in it. Apparently, they failed to do so.

"Did Mikey get you out?" Michael asked. Mikey, being the great big brother that he is, would often go into Jake's room and help him out of bed, so they could go say surprise their parents in bed. Sara told Mikey time after time to not get Jake out of bed out of fear that Mikey, being equally small, would hurt himself or his brother.

"No, daddy, I climb," Jake said.

Sara walked over to the bed with Jake in her arms and laid back down next to her husband.

"You broke out, huh? Looks like you are more your father's son than we even knew," she said winking at her husband.

She was met with Jake's confused eyes in response.

"We'll tell you that story when you're older," she said laughing at her son and her husband's expressions.

"Your mommy is mean to me," Michael told his son, faking a pout. Jake climbed out of Sara's arms and over to Michael to hug him and kiss him on the cheek.

"Oh, thank you buddy," Michael said hugging him back. "At least somebody loves me," he said sticking his tongue out at Sara.

"Whatever," Sara scowled jokingly. "I'm going to get Mikey. He'll be on my side," she said as she stood out of bed and mock stormed out of the room.

"Hey," Michael called after her.

Sara's head peeped from around the door frame with a scowl on her face.

"I love you," he said with a cheeky grin.

She walked back over to bed and kissed him, all anger, fake or not, dissipated from her being.

"I love you," she said with a smile.

A/N: So there you have it. Nice and sweet chapter four. I hope you guys have enjoyed reading my story so far. Things will start to pick up next chapter. I was a little bit disheartened by the lack of reviews on my story, but then realized that I am so fortunate to have the readers that I do! I guess I just got spoiled by the feedback I got from Coming Home. Thank you to those who have stuck with me and continue to give me your support (especially Sobeys! You rock!). I LOVE writing for you guys, and will continue to do so as long as there is interest. Thank you so much for allowing me to continue to do what I love. See you guys next week! XOXO