"Jean," Becky rolled over onto her side and traced her hand gently over her husband's chest. It was the middle of July and it was hotter than hell outside. He'd opted to sleep without a shirt, in a pair of shorts. Becky was in a tee shirt and underwear. She sighed and tried to wake him up again. "Jean." He still wasn't budging. She huffed and moved a little closer, leaning on her elbow. Leaning in, she stole a kiss from his lips. With little hesitation, he moved in for another kiss, when she pulled away.

"Well, good morning to you, too." He grumbled, clearly irritated that she didn't kiss him back the second time. He sighed and turned, groggy and tired, to stare at her. "You rang, my Queen?"

"I've been thinking,"

"And that's why you woke me up at-" He looked at the clock on the bedside table, squinting to read the numbers. "Four in the morning?"

"Yes, it's been on my mind a lot lately."

He sighed exasperated and thudded back into the pillows. "Can it wait until morning?" A lingering pause. "Later morning. Like...ten or something?"

"No." She moved now so her torso was resting on his chest, her hand gently moving under his cheek to turn his head into a kiss. "Now, will you listen if I promise kisses?"

"I'll listen to you read a dictionary if you promise kisses," He groaned and lay on his back, letting her rest against his chest. It was difficult to stay awake, but with that perfect pair on his chest, how could he decline her offer of kisses? "What's been on your mind?"

"Well, I was thinking the other night...it's been a while, and Vanessa's birthday is coming up next month."

"And this has been keeping you awake." He ran a palm over his face, shaking his head. He knew it was a trap to let her do this to him. Especially when he had work in an hour. "Rebecca, I love you. I love you to death. I love you so much I am willing to let you talk my ear off in the morning. Please just let me sleep. We can plan Vanessa's party later."

"This isn't about a party, you dummy. Leave it to you to take all the romanticism out of something I say!" She leaned down now, pressing her ear to his chest. He could feel how warm her cheeks were. "I want another baby."

He stayed silent for a moment, his hands snaking around her torso to pull her in closer. "Even after losing one already?"

"I don't care. I don't care if we lose fifty more. I want another baby. I don't want Vanessa growing up alone like we did. She doesn't deserve that."

He turned her cheek so he could kiss her lips gently, resting his forehead against hers. "I don't think you could physically handle losing fifty more. I'm not even sure you could emotionally handle losing one more. But I also know that when you want something you do everything in your power to get it. So I'm not going to say no."

She gently kissed his lips back and smiled. "Good. I'm glad you said yes."

"You're glad I said yes?" He blinked a few times, his sky blue eyes watching her with a confused expression. "What if I had said no?"

"You can't. You're not allowed. As my husband, you're morally obligated to agree to everything I say. And like you said, I'd do it anyway." She smiled this time and moved back into her resting spot, laying on her side, curled into his body. Her head was against his chest, nestled for comfort. He was starting to fall asleep again, so she leaned in close to his ear and whispered; you're going to be a daddy again.

Although he smiled in his sleep, she wasn't sure he heard her. She'd have to tell him again later, when he was awake. Closing her eyes, she smiled and kissed his chest. It'd be better to tell him when he could be excited anyway. Maybe after Vanessa's birthday she could let him know finally.