"He's not going to like it much."

Pearce shrugged. "He'll either get used to it or he won't. Either way, he can't stop me."

Wynter pushed Pearce's T-shirt high enough to expose her breasts and kissed her just above her heart. Then she rested her cheek between Pearce's breasts, cradling one in her palm. "I love you."

"I love you," Pearce sighed, shifting restlessly as Wynter's warm breath teased her nipple. "Missed you."

"Mmm, I can tell." Wynter drew her leg up over Pearce's thighs and straddled her. "Me too."

Murmuring appreciatively, Pearce stroked her fingers over Wynter's hips and between her legs, capturing her heat in the palm of her hand. "Let's see if I can put you to sleep."

Wynter rocked along Pearce's fingers, anticipating the pleasure as she tightened inside. "I won't take much."

"A little now, a little la--"

Wynter's cell phone rang, and they both froze.

"Fuck," Pearce muttered.

"Oh yes, I so agree." With a groan, Wynter rolled away, ignoring the insistent throbbing between her thighs. "Hello?"

"Hi, honey," Mina said. "Whatcha doing?"

"We were...I was just...uh...getting ready to take a nap."

"Well, Chloe will be here in five minutes to watch the kids. So, if you can do whatever you were doing in five minutes, you go right ahead. But that's all the time you've got."

"Mina, what are you talking about?" Wynter watched Pearce's eyes smolder, and her toes curled at the thought of what Pearce's talented fingers could do to her. Soon. Please, God, soon.

"My contractions are five minutes apart, so I thought it was time that we take a little trip."

Wynter sat bolt upright. "What? Now?"

"Can't be too soon for me," Mina said with a laugh.

"Well, don't let it be too soon." Wynter threw back the covers.

"I'll be right there. Where's Ken?"

"He's working today. We can call him when we have an ETA on the new arrival."

"Okay. Don't do anything." Wynter closed her phone and jumped to her feet. "Baby. Baby's coming," she announced, as she began rifling through a pile of fresh laundry for clothes. She glanced over as Pearce sat up. "We'll take Ronnie next door. Chloe's coming. Can you get her?"

"Sure."

"On second thought, maybe you shouldn't carry her."

"Babe, I've been carrying her for two days." Pearce kissed Wynter, who stopped her frantic search long enough to appreciate the heat of Pearce's mouth. "I'll finish with you later."

Wynter reached around and squeezed Pearce's butt. "You bet your ass you will."

Laughing, Pearce started toward the hall and Ronnie's room.

v Four hours later, Wynter and Pearce tapped lightly on the door and entered Mina's room on the maternity ward. Ken sat by the side of the bed, one hand resting on the bundle that Mina cradled between her breasts. He grinned as they approached the bed.

"Congratulations," Pearce said. "He's beautiful."

Ken and Mina beamed.

"Well, that did go well," Wynter said, bending down to kiss Mina's cheek.

"Easy for you to say," Mina replied. "I was the one doing all the work." She glanced at Ken. "Of course, you were doing a lot of the breathing."

He grimaced. "Much more and I was afraid I'd hyperventilate and fall over."

"Next time, you should pay more attention in birthing class," Mina advised. "You doctors always think you know everything."

"Next time?" Ken moaned softly. "I need to recover from this time first."

Wynter gave Ken's shoulder a friendly shove. "I've heard you say you wanted four or five."

"Yeah. Uh-huh." He relaxed back in his chair. "And I heard Ronnie tell Winston just this morning that she was going to get a new brother or sister soon too."

"Uh-oh," Mina said as Wynter blushed and Pearce stared at a spot on the wall.

"Well," Wynter said in a rush, "we should go. Just wanted to say congratulations again." She peeked under the cover of the soft blue receiving blanket and caressed the baby's downy black hair. "He really is beautiful." She kissed Mina's cheek again and smiled at Ken. "Don't worry. We'll hold down the fort at home."

Both Mina and Ken waved goodbye. Wynter and Pearce were silent as they walked the length of the maternity floor to the elevators at the far end. Pearce pushed the down button and leaned against the wall.

"Did Ronnie get that idea from you? About more children?"

"That's all her idea." Wynter reached for Pearce's hand and clasped it tightly. "I hadn't really thought about it. Things weren't very good between Dave and me after Ronnie was born. Dave always said he wanted--"

"Forget about him--what about just for you? Is that what you would like?"

"Pearce, honey--I have Ronnie and--"

The elevator doors opened, but Pearce made no move to get in.

She regarded Wynter intently. "Do you think we can't have kids?"

"No, I don't think that," Wynter said carefully. "I just never got the sense it was in your game plan."

"Neither were you." Pearce traced a finger along the edge of Wynter's jaw. "I'm not volunteering personally, but seeing as how you've already had some practice at it..."

Wynter caught Pearce's hand and curled her fingers around it, drawing their joined hands close to her heart. She took a step forward until their bodies were very nearly touching. "Would you like it, if we had one together?"

"One or two more would be good."

Wynter's expression registered shocked delight. "One. Or. Two."

Pearce grinned. "Ronnie said a brother or a sister. We could try for both."

"You do realize how crazy it will be, with both of us practicing surgeons, and kids to raise?" Wynter took one quick look over her shoulder, and seeing that the hall was empty, kissed Pearce quickly. "I love you."

"I think we can handle it," Pearce murmured. She kissed Wynter back. "Besides, you know what they say in surgery--"

Eyes laughing, hearts soaring, they said together, "No guts, no glory."

"Let's go home, darling," Wynter said, "and finish what we started this afternoon. Then we'll talk about the future."

"Now that sounds like a plan." Pearce wrapped her arm around Wynter's shoulders. "After all, we've got lots of time."