"Lisa, what is the problem?" Jack leaned over and in a very frustrated tone, asked Lisa as he looked around the area where they were now waiting at the airport. He shook his head and continued, "Something isn't right."

"I'm trying to figure that out," she nodded in agreement. "Just give me a minute and don't say anything!"

Lisa gave Jack a look to close his mouth and turned back to the agent at the counter. They'd been pulled out of the customs line leaving, and they'd been sent to a secondary line. Lisa, with the basic French she spoke, was trying to figure out the problem. She'd initially told Jack she figured it was something to do with the formula or with just the fact they were traveling with a baby, but the agents seemed to be talking quickly to each other and gesturing. Lisa was leaning forward at the counter trying to get an idea of what was being said.

"Hand me your passport again," she nodded to him and gestured with her hand. Jack eyed her and wondered what in the world they wanted to look at it again. They'd looked at it twice already. She turned her head and met her gaze, "Please, Jack. I'm trying to get us out of here and don't know the issue."

Jack, who wasn't opposed to handing over his passport, but was really just a bit dumfounded with the mysterious issue, did so. John started to cry, and he put his hand on him in the car seat on the stroller and tried to soothe him. Lisa started speaking to the agent again, this time, with all of their passports and paperwork out on the counter.

Jack glanced up to see all three passports, even John's birth certificate, which Lisa said she would always travel abroad with even with his passport-just in case, and she'd put their French marriage certificate up there too.

"Ah," Jack nodded to her and pointed. Lisa stopped talking and turned to him with that look to stop talking. He gestured to her, "Two words I know. Pere and mari!" Jack was visibly shaken, looking around the incredibly busy airport and seeing everyone else having no issues with customs and even immigration. He looked back, and Lisa's expression to him was a serious one, eyeing him to shut his mouth. He did and turned his attention back to John. Finally, another agent came to the desk, this one looking like he was in charge. The agents all started speaking and holding up their documents. Lisa finally turned and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, best I can tell," she said, holding up her hand to tell him to calm down and not get too excited, "For whatever reason, they pulled us to make sure John is ours and isn't part of some baby smuggling or whatever operation."

"WHAT?" Jack exclaimed, about ready to blow his stack. Lisa patted his chest and gave him a look again to stop talking.

"I'm his father, and she's his mother," Jack said, but the agent ignored him especially with speaking in English.

"Jack," she said sternly and met his gaze. "Just let me handle this. That's why they are going through our documents again. I suppose," she rolled her eyes, "we don't look like most parents with a newborn, although, I've seriously considered offering to show them my stretch marks."

"You have to be kidding me," Jack grumbled, his face, red when she'd told him the problem, was now calming down. He drooped his head and shook it. She squeezed his arm, and he glanced back to her.

"I've given them all of the paperwork. They are just verifying the documents aren't forged. I suppose it looks suspicious that we just happened to get married and are now leaving the country with a baby, even if he's our baby," she said shaking her head. "You were asking me a few minutes ago what l'enfant is, as they were saying that over and over, and well," she shrugged, "it's baby. They were discussing if the baby belonged to the father listed, and I was showing him that yes, we are the mother and father to this baby and have a French marriage license to prove it."

"I swear, this place," Jack looked like he wanted to punch someone. Lisa turned when they were calling for her.

"Madame?"

Jack looked down at John, who was busy studying the toy bar thing Lisa had hung on his car seat. He knew he needed to keep his cool, but it was also hard to. Lisa pulled at his arm, and he looked up at the counter.

"Jack, they are just verifying your passport too," she said, dragging him to the counter. He remained quiet as Lisa look told him not to say anything. Lisa then pointed to Jack's passport, their marriage certificate, and then to John's birth certificate. There was a little more discussion, and then, the agent put all of the documents back into the travel folder Lisa carried, and handed it back to her. Lisa gestured to the man, and he nodded they could continue through to airport security and the gate.

Lisa wasted no time, "Merci," she said with a firm nod, and she turned quickly to Jack. "Get the stroller, and let's go. It's fine, but I am done dealing with this. Let's get through security before someone else decides to profile us for being old parents," she said with a sigh. Jack wasted no time, and 15 minutes later, they were finally through the security line.

"That was a nightmare!" Lisa exclaimed, when they had stopped just on the other side of security. She leaned her head against Jack's chest, and he squeezed her shoulder, putting his arm around her back.

"So, was that really what that was all about, baby smuggling or whatever?" Jack asked, clearly irritated.

Lisa nodded, "Yes, I suppose I can't blame them for being thorough, but," she rolled her eyes, "as I said, so nice to be profiled there for not being the typical new parents."

"Unbelievable," he grumbled, and both looked to John. They just watched as he kicked his feet in the air and tried reaching for the hanging toys. Lisa snapped out of it, and she reached to grab Jack's hand.

"We got through that, ehh, so let's get something to eat. I'm starving, and it's been a long day already. Our flight to Toronto is in just over two hours, so we have enough time. I always like more time than needed just for this. How about we find somewhere to get a glass of wine and relax. We could both use it, after the early train ride, seeing Mallory," she burst out laughing, "and now for the fact we were questioned about leaving France with John."

He squeezed their joined hands and gave her a small smile, "Might take two glasses of wine-each," he said that last word with an edge and nodded to Lisa. She closed her eyes and nodded as she laughed. "Our day isn't over yet, not by a long shot."