Author’s Note: Hey guys! Here’s a Special Edition for you…but I thought it might need a little explanation first. This entire edition is a DREAM. Lucky’s dream in particular, and it that occurs right where the last chapter of Evergreen left off. If you remember, Lucky had fainted upon the news of Elizabeth being pregnant with triplets. This is a dream that happens during his time on his very own cot…in a hospital room.

Enjoy! J

Lucky wracked his brain, as candlelight flickered across the table. The light of the dimly lit club filling the small space between them. He tried to think of the right way to say it. To ask the all-important question that had been on his mind for months.

Sure - yes – of course - they kissed sometimes. They’d held hands more often than not. He could still feel the way she’d giggled in his arms on the way in here tonight. And…he thought of her every second of every day – but that didn’t make them…‘a couple,’ right?

As far as he was concerned, they were. He couldn’t even LOOK at other girls anymore! He’d never been ‘normal,’ but now he was even less so. The average girl just didn't do it for him anymore.

His every thought centered on the girl across from him.

But was it the same for her or was it a different story all together? Did Elizabeth consider them exclusive?

‘Well if she doesn’t – she’s gonna!’ He thought suddenly. Trying to control his facial expressions as he tuned back into the conversation - barely.

Her words filtered in and out of his consciousness. She was mentioning something about Thanksgiving. Whether he missed being with his mother and Lulu or not? Yet, even when he gave a response, his brain remained somewhere else. Focused on one thing and one thing alone.

The conversation progressed and he was admitting that he finally felt safe with her, yet his brain cycled through the various ways in which he could ask her to be his girl…over and over and over again. A continuous loop.

Hadn’t he already decided this?! Hadn’t he already gone over it a thousand times in his room that morning?! This was ridiculous! He should just come right out and ask her! Plain and simple!

But this wasn’t plain and simple. This was anything but plain and simple. It had to be perfect, and the question continued to roll around in his head...

‘Oh my God, that’s it,’ Lucky thought suddenly. ‘That’s how you ask her! GO!’

The candlelight danced once more before her eyes and he paused. God, she had the most beautiful…

‘Spencer if you don't just ASK HER you’re going to drive yourself crazy!’

"I have a confession to make," he said suddenly. Wiping every thought clean from his head, except for the one that had brought him to this place. Except for the one that would make him the happiest guy in the universe if she said yes.

‘Well,’ he thought. ‘Except for the day you ask her to marry you. Which will be...Oh Jeez Spencer, do you have to think about that NOW? Could you just concentrate on one thing at a time? Maybe like asking her to be your girlfriend first! Sheesh...’

Elizabeth smiled and her eyes narrowed. The way that they always did when she thought she had some big surprise coming. "K…" she responded. Waiting as patiently as she possibly could.

"You see," Lucky began slowly. "Something’s been rollin’ around in my head and I can’t ignore it anymore."

‘Look into her eyes – look into her EYES when you say it, Spencer.......Ok - good – now continue.’

"It’s impossible for me to imagine wanting to be with anyone else…

‘Wow...am I sweating? Ok...Don’t wimp out now…don’t wimp out now…just go for it!’

He paused for a moment to collect him self. "I was kinda hoping maybe you’d consider being my girl…officially."

‘Ok!…See! It wasn't that bad! Good, good…It's out there now! The worst she can say is ‘no,’ right…So chin-up and for the love of God if you puke all over her, she ISN’T going to say yes.

‘Wait...wait...ok, she’s smiling...This is a good sign.’

Elizabeth grinned sheepishly and glanced down. "Lucky – I already am."

‘Oh...oh wow….oooooooh wow.’

"Than that’s a yes?"

‘Oh come on man – don’t look so relieved!’

"Yeah…yes," she giggled slightly.

He couldn’t help but smile back as he rose from the table. Trying to contain at least SOME of the joy that wanted to burst from him as he did so. He extended his hand. Making certain that it didn’t tremble. When he danced with his girlfriend for the first time he wanted to be as steady as a rock…his ‘girlfriend’…wow.

She reached for it, and then pulled back before their skin even touched. As if she’d remembered something. "Wait...I have something to tell you."

Lucky’s heart stopped immediately. His sudden eagerness dissipating. No…this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. This wasn’t the way he remembered it.

What could it possibly be? Was she already regretting it? Had she already changed her mind? Was history being re-written?

And if it was…did he even hold the power to change it? The moment seemed to be re-living him. Not the other way around.

"What? What is it?" He stammered slightly as he sank back down into the chair across from her. "What’s wrong?"

"Well, nothing," she said nervously. Biting her bottom lip. "I mean there is something...but...I have to tell you anyway. And I don't think there’s anything wrong with it...but you might. I mean you might think it’s the worst thing -

"Elizabeth please," Lucky interrupted. Gesturing with his hands for her to hurry up and spit it out. If she was going to tell him that she didn’t want to his girl…If she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life loving him…

She sighed and pushed a few strands of hair behind her ears. "Gosh, I don’t even know how to say this…"

"Listen," he said softly. The motivation of fear, and the motivation to comfort her, both caused him to reach out for her hand across the table. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Nodding quickly, Elizabeth inhaled through her nose. "Yes...I do. I trust you with my life Lucky. I just..........Ok, I guess there’s no other way to say this," she said finally. Looking up into his eyes. "So I just need to say it right?"

"Right," He said, nodding vigorously. He was about to suffocate from holding his breath already!

"Lucky...We’re having a baby."

He took a beat to scratch the back of his head and lean back before he started to laugh out loud. Shaking his head at her when he rose his glass to take a drink. He still laughed between sips. "Oh that’s funny...Good one Elizabeth…Man, you really had me going there. I thought you were gonna tell me something serious."

She regarded him soberly. "Lucky I’m not.……..Th- this isn't a joke."

With a grin still in place, Lucky pulled her glass over to his side of the table and examined it. "Hmm…maybe this wasn’t JUST carbonation huh?" He asked.

Staring down into it. He took a sip. "Nope...that’s just good old fashioned coke.........Maybe I accidentally dropped some rum into the barbecue sauce on the ribs or something huh?" He chuckled.

Elizabeth's brow creased. "Lucky I don’t know why you think this is so funny, but we’re having triplets. I can assure you that I’m very, very serious."

This time her coke came spewing out of his nose and he coughed to clear his nostrils and throat.

"Triplets?" He said a moment later after collecting himself.

"Oh really?" He coughed again. "Cool Elizabeth…Are their names going to be Rib, Cheesefry, and Brownie?......Oh man, Elizabeth whatever you do, don't tell your Gram this stuff ok? She’ll hunt me down and lock me up for spending too many hours ‘just studying’ with her grand daughter."

He continued to laugh, and Elizabeth let her jaw drop open in disbelief. His complete insensitivity causing her to fold her arms across her chest. "You don’t believe me?"

He laughed again and dabbed at the corners of his eyes as he leaned forward. "Believe what Elizabeth?"

"That we're having three babies!"

The intensity of her scream caught him completely off guard and slowly, the smile eased away from his face.

What the Hell was going on? Was he on Candid Camera or was she having some sort of psychotic break from reality?

His voice emerged slowly as he reached forward to place his hand on top of hers again. She quickly ripped her hand away.

She was fuming! He could actually SEE the steam coming out of her ears.

"Elizabeth…I don’t wanna burst your beautiful bubble here, but we haven’t actually DONE anything that could have caused you to have ONE baby – let alone THREE."

Her mouth dropped open once more. Even wider than the first time – if that was at all possible. And she literally shot right up out of her seat.

"Lucky Spencer! What are you saying to me?! Are you saying you don’t remember?! How could you do this to me?! How could you not remember?!"

His mouth dropped open as well, mirroring hers as he shook his head vigorously. "Yeah! Exactly! How could I NOT?! Elizabeth if we had done...THAT - I would remember! That’s for damn sure! There’s no way I WOULDN’T REMEMBER!"

She was trembling now! She was actually livid!

"I can’t believe this. I cannot believe you don’t remember! Our apartment - MILLER’S POND LUCKY! Is this ringing any bells?!"

"Where the heck is Miller’s Pond?"

"Ugh…" she groaned. Narrowing her eyes as she continued to shake her head in disgust. He was almost certain she was THISclose to stomping her feet like a child.

She did it! She did it!

"Ugh!" She said again as she stomped. "Leave it to a man not to remember the first time he and his girlfriend make love!"

Lucky got to his feet slowly. Swaying just a bit as he reached out for the table's edge to steady himself. This had to be some sort of alternate universe. A dimension he’d been sucked into. Wasn't it bad enough that his REAL life had been turned upside down more times than he could count in the last year? Now he needed some whacked out dream on top of it all?

"Elizabeth we’re in Port Charles. There is no Miller’s Pond. And once again…I'm going to take this opportunity to ASSURE you that I would remember if we had SEX for crying out loud!"

"Oh…" Elizabeth sighed knowingly. Taking a step back with folded arms. "Is that what we’re calling it now? Just 'SEX'? Hmmm….It’s no longer ‘making love,’ is it? Oh that’s just fiiiiiiiine Lucky…Besides!" She added haughtily. "I didn’t get pregnant after Miller’s Pond ANYWAY! I just wanted to jog your memory! Ugh…And here I thought I was your girl – officially."

"You are – officially!" He shouted back. Feeling that vein pop out on his forehead. "However," he continued. "You are NOT – officially – pregnant with my baby - with triplets!…That’s – that’s CRAZY!"

His eyelids blinked rapidly as he tried to clear his head. Reaching out for her suddenly when he saw the sadness in her eyes. What the heck was happening here? Did she just desperately WANT to be pregnant? For the love of God - why? They were teenagers! He wasn’t ready to be a father!

"Ok...Pinch me," he instructed suddenly. "Pinch me, because this has to be a dream."

Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed to mere slits. "This is NOT a dream, Lucky Spencer. We are having triplets whether you like it or not. Whether you’re READY or not – so grow up and be a man!…I expect you to come home with a three-seated stroller tonight. I’ve looked for one throughout my entire pregnancy and haven’t been able to find one! And now I have to go home and make dinner for Gram so I won’t have time to look anymore before the babies come."

Lucky sank down into his chair....What?...what?…Wh…

He looked up with confusion as she pulled a notepad the size of Washington out of her purse and started checking things off of some massive ‘to-do’ list. It was actually titled the ‘Honey-do’ list and was apparently for him.

"You can also start the grocery shopping. The babies will be here in like 2 minutes and we have no formula."

"WHAT?!"

Oh this was crazy. This was wrong. Insane even.

Someone had to hurry and wake him up. Maybe he’d fallen asleep during math class again and this was his punishment? Or better yet some divine retribution for being so mean to his parents during the last few months.

"You heard what I said Lucky," Elizabeth sighed in frustration. "But you look tired. Maybe you should write this down….Because I know you won’t remember. You never remember anything lately…How many times have I asked you buy clothes for our children…buy TOYS for our children? Ugh…you ALWAYS forget…Too busy for your family Lucky, is that it?"

"Maybe I should just....just LIE down for a few minutes," he almost whimpered. Placing his head on the cool surface of the table.

"TWO MINUTES?!" He shouted suddenly, as her words from a moment ago finally registered in his mind. "How could they possibly be coming in two minutes?! You’re not even showing! We’re not having babies in TWO MINUTES!"

‘And that’s because she’s not pregnant you moron! That’s because she’s NOT pregnant!’

"Are you saying I should be fat?" She asked instantly. Folding her arms even tighter across her chest. Her eyebrows rising so high on her forehead he thought maybe they'd jump right off and dance across the table.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall into his hands. "No…I’m not saying that......I’m saying…I’m saying I want my Mommy!" He suddenly yelled. Searching around for Laura. "Is my mommy here?! I'm gonna tell her what you’re doing to me!"

Elizabeth sighed long and hard. "Your mother’s not HERE Lucky...And I have to go now. I have errands to run. Now did you get everything down? I don't want to have to repeat myself...The formula? The stroller? The pacifiers? The diaper bag? The bottles? The bibs? The...

"Huh? Huh? I got it! I got it!" He shouted. Waking in an adrenaline filled rush. Shooting up from the couch cushions. "The diaper bag?! I got it!"

Elizabeth grinned at him and tried to stifle her laughter as she reached out to smooth a hand over his head.

Aw…the poor guy was dreaming again. His dreams were so intense lately. Always, about forgetting things. Not remembering to remove the car seat from the roof of the car…while the baby was in it. Not remembering to change a diaper for 5 days.

Really BIZARRE dreams.

"Honey we’re at your Aunt Bobbie's...You must have been having a dream.......It’s Thanksgiving and we’re at your Aunt Bobbie’s," she repeated. Watching him stare blankly at her.

Lucky glanced around quickly. Trying to catch his breath as the room came into view. "Oh...I...wow...That was crazy."

He blinked harshly and rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles as Elizabeth sank down on the couch next to him.

Just one moment alone with him – that’s all she wanted. Well not ALL she wanted...but all she was realistically going to get for now.

"Damn, that was the craziest dream," he sighed. Letting his head fall back on the couch.

She was instantly attentive. Wrapping her arms around his neck as she lay her head on his shoulder. "And what was this crazy dream about?"

He absently rubbed a hand over her forearm. Seemingly still caught up his dream as she pulled her legs up to lie across his lap.

"Were we naked and sweaty?" She asked hopefully. "These days…that kind of dream would be crazy."

Lucky grinned slightly at her and turned to look into her eyes. Same old Elizabeth. Everything was fine. Life was back to normal. No babies. No crazy ranting and raving about groceries.

He leaned in for her neck. Suddenly more horny then he remembered being in quite some time. He felt as if he hadn’t touched her in a year!

But at least he knew they were actually having sex now. That this wasn't 1998, and he wasn’t just getting around to asking her to be his girlfriend. No, they lived together...and he got laid - all the time.

"I wish," he growled. Biting a small bit of skin on her neck. She sighed and moved a little closer. Just a second had passed and already she felt herself moistening for him as he touched her. God, she had to get him home.

How much of this holiday stuff could one be expected to take?!

"It was about," he mumbled against her skin, as she bit down on her lip. Trying not to moan.

How long had it been since she’d felt him inside of her? When was the last time…

‘Exactly 3 weeks and 6 days - almost a fucking MONTH!!!! No, Elizabeth dear, that would be a NON-fucking month.’

"It was about what?" She giggled. Feeling his tongue slide along the side of her neck, and then up towards her jaw. "Oooh..."

"Man it was just wacky," he groaned. Letting his arms slip around her waist now as he pulled her a bit closer on the couch. He completely let it slip his mind that they weren’t at home.

"We were back at my father’s club…on that night that I asked," he mumbled around her earlobe. "That night that I asked you to be my girl."

She bit her lip once more as his hand slipped up her shirt. Yes…yes…

"Not too wacky yet," she groaned. "That was one of the happiest moments of my life."

Lucky chuckled. "Well in my dream it wasn’t – in my dream you were royally pissed off."

Elizabeth sighed at the feel of his hand cupping her breast in his palm.

At the feeling of the material under his fingertips, Lucky halted for a moment. What kind of bra was she wearing? It felt nearly bulletproof! Thick…

No matter...he hadn’t touched her in forever. He wasn’t about to let something as silly as a weird bra fabric get in his way. It wasn’t like that’d be on long anyway.

He returned to her neck and she moaned again. Trying her best to keep quiet as she peered over his shoulder to make certain that no one decided to wonder into the living room area. "What could I have….What could I have possibly been angry with you about?" She asked breathlessly.

"Well I didn’t believe you," he laughed, as he licked her flesh once more. God, she tasted good. Had she ever tasted this good before…and what was that new scent she was wearing? She smelled like…almost like...like baby powder.

Sucking on her neck, he continued. He suddenly felt like giving her a hickey. He’d never done that before...that could be interesting. "Well you were flipping out. You were trying to tell me that you were going to have tripl –

A sudden wailing from the other room succeeded in completely banishing his words, and sharply cutting through every thought he had.

Elizabeth lifted herself from the couch in one shot and re-arranged her shirt as she started to walk. "Oh gosh…...Lucky can you find his pacifier? I think I may have left it in the car………Man, I just fed him – it can’t be that."

And she was gone in a flash. Going to take care of…

‘To take care of the babies.’

‘YOUR babies,’ a voice in his head informed. Seemingly laughing at him as the realization dawned. ‘You're newborn babies. Your THREE newborn babies...Two girls - one boy...the loves of your life...thought you were dreaming huh? Hahahahahaha...’

And suddenly, as if someone had flicked a switch in his head, it all came flooding back. The moment she’d told him in the boxcar. The moment the doctor had said the words ‘three heartbeats.’ The moment of their screaming, hollering ‘I'm Here Now What Are You Going To Do About It’ births!......Everything - it all came swirling back in bright, neon colors.

He had THREE babies. He had TRIPLETS. He had CHILDREN….HE was a FATHER.

And at that very moment, one of them…no - that was two now – were screaming at the top of their lungs. That meant that in just about 2.5 seconds, the third would start as we –

Right on schedule.

‘Oh dear God......Oooooh God, he had a schedule. He KNEW the schedule. This was real…This was no longer a dream.’

"Lucky! Did you find it yet? The pacifier?!" Elizabeth called from the next room. Waking him from the trance that enveloped him.

"The paci…the pacifer," he stammered. Looking around him quickly as he snapped to attention. His eyes scanning the room for it. They hadn’t left it in the car. He remembered bringing it in. Grabbing it off the dashboard and...

"Ah," he said aloud. Seeing it almost wink at him from its place on the coffee table. Certain that it hadn't been there just a moment ago.

"Lucky!"

"Y – yeah…yeah I’m coming," he called back before moving into action. His voice not completely up to par yet. "One blue pacifier…coming right up."

His feet quickly carried him into the next room where all the voices were. Where millions of faces seemed to turn in his direction when he entered. Eyes that had been glued to the football game now saw he and his family as the main event.

What the Hell were they all looking at? They’d never seen a semi-shocked man tend to his triplets before? Was this the first time they’d seen actual babies or someth….

"Oh...wow."

His feet halted when he broke through the crowd and saw her holding two of them. The other already having been lulled back to sleep.

Though just a split second before, he’d been sure that he knew them, it now felt as if he were seeing them for the first time.

His babies. Wow....

For yet another moment in time he simply stood there. Stunned. Watching as Elizabeth, whom he suddenly knew to be his wife, paced slowly back and forth with two babies in her arms.

The one on the right…That one he knew to be his middle daughter…and she quietly hiccuped her way back to sleep. The other - the baby on the left…he suddenly knew was his son, and he still cried softly against his mother’s shoulder.

There was one more of course - behind her. And she, as predicted, had fallen back to sleep first. His oldest baby girl. Oldest by exactly 2 minutes and 7 seconds…and she slept - God love her - like a log.

Three babies, just like she’d told him in Luke's that night...just like she’d told him in the boxcar.

Three babies - and they were all...his.

Quietly, he reached out for his son and Elizabeth smiled softly as Lucky removed him from her arms. Patting his back as he did so.

"Here," she said quietly as to not wake their two, now sleeping daughters. As she handed him what they lovingly referred to as the ‘gag rag’. "I only fed him about 30 minutes ago."

Lucky placed it over his shoulder and reached up to keep his son’s head from rolling off his shoulder. Once again he stood amazed at how soft baby’s skin was. Even softer than Elizabeth’s…and he’d never thought that possible.

If he just walked with him like this, he’d fall asleep in no time. His son couldn’t fall asleep in a stationary position. Lucky gave quick thought to his mom once having said the same thing about him.

The crowd appeared again. Circling like vultures as Lucky turned once more towards Elizabeth.

She was beautiful. She was beautiful and he suddenly wanted her more than he had even two minutes ago.

He leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. "How long do we have to stay here exactly? I do believe we were discussing something in that other room that needed to be continued…right?…Something very important?"

She grinned mischievously at him as she lay her daughter down next to her sister. "We WERE discussing something rather important weren’t we?" She smiled. Sighing when she looked up at the clock. "Gosh, but we haven’t even been here that long Lucky."

"I feel like I’ve been here forever…Come on," he said grinning. "I wanna get you home. The kids just fell asleep - we could use the car ride to knock ‘em out completely......it’s the perfect time," he added. Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Elizabeth reached out to stroke her son’s hiccuping back. "Whatdya say we use the ‘they need to nap in their own beds’ excuse in about 5 minutes?"

Lucky jiggled him in his arms to keep him awake. They had to make the excuse seem legit. ‘Sorry son.’

"I’d say that’s an affirmative. But I think we should make a break for it NOW. My mom and dad are already circling to get their hands on them. It won’t be long before my dad wants to teach my son every card trick he knows. And the poor kid will sit there drooling and trying to get away. It’s not fair. The kid can’t even sit upright yet. Can’t even crawl away! He’s just a captive audience."

She grinned at him and bit her bottom lip. Damn, she wanted to get her hands on him. Sometimes when he was holding their kids it was all she could do not to just rip his clothes off.

"Ready whenever you are," she answered. Nodding quickly.

Turning around, Lucky scouted the area. If they could get through the crowd, throw the kids in the car, get ‘em hooked in, and into the apartment before they woke up – they could maybe catch 10 good minutes of naked time. And a DAMN GOOD 10 minutes they’d be!

He leaned in to kiss Elizabeth on the cheek before turning to grab his son’s car seat. Quickly, he pushed up the safety bar and carefully lowered the child into the seat.

He wouldn’t forget him on top of the car…he wouldn’t forget him on top of the car…He wouldn’t forget him…

"Oh you guys," Bobbie whined. The woman appearing out of nowhere behind them as they gathered their things. "You guys aren’t leaving yet are you? It’s bad enough I don’t get to see these little darlings on most days…but you’re going to hide them away on HOLIDAYS as well? Come on," she continued, moving between the two to snatch their son right out of his seat. "Have a heart."

Elizabeth bit her lip and Lucky rolled his eyes. "Aunt Bobbie, he needs a nap and he’s startin’ to get really fussy. So why don’t you just give him b –

"Oh please Lucky. I’m a nurse, I know how to handle babies and this one is just fine. All he needs is a little time with his aunt…Isn’t that right baby? Don’t you? Don’t you?" She cooed to the child in the worst baby voice either of them had ever heard.

Elizabeth cringed as she watched and listened, knowing instinctually that he was about to erupt again. He absolutely hated it when you talked to him like that – especially when Bobbie did. Of course they didn't tell her, but it was part of the reason they never brought the kids over in the first place!

She reached out for her son just as he began to cry. "I’m sorry Bobbie…why don’t you just hand him here and…"

"No, no, no. I'll put him down for a nap and you two can hang out for awhile. I mean we just ate! I’m bringing dessert out in a few minutes....You two just sit tight and don’t worry about a thing. You’ve got about 20 built-in babysitters here to take care of things...Don’t you worry."

The only thing they were ‘worried’ about was having SEX!

Lucky and Elizabeth shared a glance as she disappeared up the stairs with their child. Each of them sighing loudly after a moment. They just wanted to go home…was that so bad?!

These days, family functions were more like a circus. With the newest editions to the Spencer clan - their babies - the main act under the tent.

And here came another spectator to join the fun.

Laura followed Bobbie with her eyes. "Where’s she going with my Grandson?"

Lucky sighed. "Mom, don’t start ok?…She’s just putting him down for a nap…That’s all."

She continued to watch with an evil eye as Bobbie traveled up the steps. "I just hope she watches him this time. Last time he nearly rolled right off the bed."

"Mom, our kids can barely roll ANYWHERE. Let alone OFF of something. Take a deep breath ok?"

With a long-suffering sigh, Laura shook her head and moved past her son. "Well why don’t you move over and let me take a look at my beautiful girls."

Lucky looked up just in time to catch the muttering under Elizabeth’s breath. The mumbling that only he was privy too. The quick ‘they’re mine,’ never going unnoticed by her husband.

She absolutely hated it when someone called the kids ‘my’ anything. He tried not to laugh, as Elizabeth placed her hands on her hips and bit her tongue. Watching as Laura picked up one of their sleeping girls. "Laura I just got her back to -

"Oh, I won’t wake her…I just wanna hold my precious baby girl for a moment."

Lucky once again had to stifle a grin. He was gonna have to train his mother not to say ‘my.’ A look of fatigued camaraderie passed between them when they glanced at each other over Laura’s bent form.

The fussing was nice. People loved their kids…but at moments like these – when all they really felt like doing was being alone – it was irritating as all Hell. Didn’t any of these people remember what it was like to not be able to keep your hands off of each other?

"Mom, I think we were getting ready to go here. Elizabeth and I are pretty beat and –

"Oh Sure, Sweetheart. You two go on ahead home," Laura said with a smile. Glancing from Lucky to Elizabeth. "You must be exhausted. With three new babies…of course – who wouldn’t be?…Yes, by all means – go home, get some sleep. Leave the babies here with your father and I. You can just pick them up at our house tomorrow afternoon. How’s that?"

Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open and she quickly clamped it shut and counted, before starting to speak. "I – Laura…I think maybe we’d like to just...you know – have our family with –

"Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying Elizabeth. I know you two would only trust family to look after them at this point. So, believe me when I say it’s absolutely NO problem."

‘Ah Hell!’ Lucky thought to himself. ‘I’m tired beyond measure people! And even hornier than that! Can you cut me a break here?! Just give me my kids!’

Because even if he was tired, the idea of leaving his children anywhere - even with his own parents – wasn’t appealing to him yet. It was still too early for that.

"Listen mom, why don’t we do that next weekend or something? I mean I'm sure with this long weekend and all, you and Dad have plans to -

"Plans to what?" Luke asked. Suddenly popping up like a Jack in the Box from Hell. A turkey leg secured firmly in his hand. Couldn’t he ever just leave the food AT the table? Did he have to make it portable? Lucky thought.

With a huge grin, Luke reached out for the baby's head. Promptly having his greasy hand slapped away by his own son.

"Don’t touch my daughter with turkey on your fingers."

Luke sighed. "Oh come on kid. I touched you plenty a times with turkey, chicken and any other kind of foul I could think of, when you were a kid and you turned out just fine......Hell, that’s probably why you turned out as well as you did. Gave you some extra nutrition or somethin’," he finished with a grin.

Lucky’s brow tightened. "You’re a sick, sick man."

Elizabeth sighed to herself as Luke moved through their mock barricade and lifted their oldest from her seat. "Oh look at this beauty...she’s somethin’ aint’ she Laura?"

"Yes, and she’s SLEEPING," Lucky muttered in answer.

"What in the Hell - Heck are you so testy about huh?" Luke asked. Correcting his slip of wording around the impressionable ones as he glanced over his shoulder at Lucky. "If I didn’t know any better," he said suggestively. Glancing from Lucky to Liz and then back again. "I’d say you two wanted to get home for somethin…

"Well too bad!" He added in the next moment. "Maybe if you two brought the kids by the house more often I wouldn't have to hold her with turkey in my hands. Isn’t that right baby?" He asked. Turning towards his sleeping grand daughter. She wiggled in his arms and wrinkled her nose and mouth. "See, look at that...she likes me."

"She probably just SMELLS you," Lucky grumbled.

"Ok...your son is officially asleep," Bobbie announced as she made her way back down the stairs with a proud smile on her face. "The little darling just drifted right off. See - told you I could handle it Lucky....Now how ‘bout dessert everyone?" She rattled off as she moved her way back through the crowd gathered in her home.

Luke nodded and took their daughter to the table with him. Laura doing the same with their other girl.

Elizabeth glanced at Lucky and smiled softly. "I guess, that’s the end of THAT idea."

"You know," Lucky began. "We could always just TAKE them. I mean they are OUR kids afterall…I mean what are they gonna do? Tackle us on our way to the door?"

"Bobbie might," she answered quietly when Lucky grinned down at her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "You know as much as I hate to admit it…what your dad said is true. They hardly ever get to see the kids. I’d feel bad taking them home so early."

Lucky sighed. "Elizabeth we barely have time for US let alone all these other people. We can’t be expected to take care of the whole world………What am I gonna do with you huh? Thinking about others before sex."

She giggled once more and sighed heavily. "I'll tell you EXACTLY what you can do with me when we get home."

Standing to her tiptoes, she eased her fingertips along the front of his hairline. "I’ve been thinking about what I want you to do to me…all…day…long."

"Is that right?" He asked. Feeling his crotch tighten. "Think maybe it’s along the same lines as what I had in mind for you?"

"God I hope so," she whispered. Trailing her fingers down his chest.

She wanted him and she wanted him RIGHT THAT SECOND. In just 5 minutes, she was going to turn into her babies. Crying because she wanted her bottle!…Well – not exactly a bottle – but close enough.

"Ok, everybody it’s time for dessert," Tony called. Moving out of the kitchen with Bobbie.

Lucky sighed and pulled Elizabeth a bit closer. Whispering into her ear. "I think I’ll wait and have my dessert at home…how bout you?"

"Oh yeah…I know I’m definitely not full from dinner yet…In fact I could probably use an extra…helping."

"Or two," Lucky added suggestively. Licking his lips as he watched her fidget before him.

"Two huh?" Elizabeth grinned in anticipation. "Think you could handle that? I wouldn’t wanna tucker you out Old Man."

After everyone passed on their way to the dining room with Bobbie, Lucky reached down and slapped her on the ass. "Old man huh? You just wait…I’ll show you, your old man."

"You promise?" She giggled. So anxious she nearly jumped out of her pants right then and there. God was there anywhere in THIS house that they could just…go at it? Mmm…they hadn’t done anything crazy like that in ages.

Lucky laughed. "I can promise you one thing…as soon as they turn their backs, I’m swiping my kids and hitting the door…In fact…don’t you," he whispered. Leaning in close. "Don’t you think our son might be hungry right about now?"

Elizabeth’s brow creased. "Lucky I JUST fed him and he’s sleeping – why would I want to…" Her voice trailed off as she started to understand the suggestion. "Ooooh…yeah, he might actually be hungry again, huh? Well I’ll just have to check on that."

With a grin, Lucky tapped her on the bottom again. "Take the side hallway by the stairs and meet me outside on the steps…Make sure they don’t see you on the way down."

Grinning, she nodded and discretely slipped out of the room as Lucky moved towards the table with the rest of the crowd. He watched and nodded absently as Audrey appeared before him and began discussing the newest fad in cribs.

"Mrs. Hardy, the cribs that we have at home are just fine. We did a lot of research on –

"Oh yes, I know dear…but they’re saying now that it’s better to keep the babies all in one huge crib. It helps with bonding and –

"Oh no, I don’t think so Audrey," Bobbie put in suddenly as she heaped a big slice of pumpkin pie onto Lucky’s plate. He hated pumpkin pie.

"You know the parenting magazines are saying that," she continued. As Lucky stared absently down at his pie. "But no reputable doctors I know have encouraged that practice…in fact, if you think about it, it’s not very safe. The kids could roll over on each other…smother each other. Ugh…"

Why was there always so much talk about rolling over or off of something? Were people trying to scare the living shit out of him?

"Well I think that –

"Oh Laura," Bobbie interrupted as she sat across from the table. Completely cutting her sister-in-law off. "You never had multiple babies in the house at once. You have no idea what should be done to ensure –

Laura gasped and Lucky sank down to the chair across from her. Why him? Whyyyyyy him?

"I’ll have you know that simply because I didn’t have TWINS or TRIPLETS doesn’t mean I’m unaware of how to take care of them Bobbie! I worked at the Ward house and had plenty of experience with………Wait a minute. Wait just a damn second Bobbie – you never had multiple babies either! What are you talking about?!"

Lucky bit his lip as his daughter started to fidget in Laura’s arms. She was about to blow. See…SEE!…THIS was the reason he never brought his kids around……his family was insane!

He wanted out. He wanted to go home and have sex with his wife!…Then maybe play a round of ‘This Little Piggie’ with his daughter. She got a kick out of that.

‘Exciting life Spencer…Exciting life.’

Carly’s voice broke through his thoughts and he groaned before the words were even out of her mouth.

"Mama was only saying that –

"Oh Carly I don’t need you to assist me," Bobbie sighed. Turning to face her daughter.

"Fine!" Carly shouted. Folding her arms across her chest in a huff. "I was only trying to help Bobbie, but if you don’t want it you – you can just -

Luke laughed from his place next to Laura. "Caroline you’d probably do better to stay out of adult conversations."

"Adult conversations?!" She shouted. "I don’t see any adults here – do you Lucky? How ‘bout cuz? You see any adults?"

Jason tried to calm her down, and Lucky shook his head. "Leave me out of –

His voice came to a halt as his child began to holler. He rose instantly from his chair and leaned over the table. "See…this is exactly what I was talking about –

"WHAT is exactly what you were talking about?" Laura asked in a huff as he reached for his child.

He removed his daughter from his mother’s arms and reached for the next in Luke’s.

Luke eyed him like he was crazy. "No, no…mine didn’t wake up – hers did. Punish her – not me."

Lucky scratched vigorously at the back of his head and groaned aloud. "Dad come on…I’m gonna go home now…I NEED to go home now."

"No you’re not. My grandson and I still have to play a round of cards."

"Dad he’ll drool all over your cards just like he did last time and that will be the end of it. Now give me my daughter. We’re leaving now."

Luke sighed and began to hand her over when he caught Elizabeth pass the door out of the corner of his eye. "Elizabeth! There you are!" He called, standing up. Instantly, baby boy Spencer woke from his sleep in her arms.

Shit! Shit! Shit! She could never sneak the damn car seat past anything! It was too big!

Sighing, Elizabeth ran a hand through her hair as Luke approached. "Luke, I really think –

"Come to Papa," Luke cooed, taking the boy in his arms. "Time for a good ol’ fashioned game of poker…no matter what your mean ol’ daddy says."

Lucky looked up to the sky and asked the question ‘why,’ once more. Why was he here? Why had he’d been sentenced to this kind of punishment. Why couldn’t he JUST go home?

Elizabeth caught his eyes when he looked down at her. Each of them, staring at each other from across the room.

After only a moment of hesitation, Lucky threw up his hands.

"Here," he said suddenly. Placing his daughter back into Laura’s hands. She gasped, as Luke came to stand behind her with one more girl and the boy in his arms.

"You two want them?" Lucky asked quickly. Staring at them soberly. "You two get them…take them – all three…see how you do………Mrs. Hardy," he turned. Glancing towards a stunned Audrey. "You ready to go home?"

"Wh – why…No, Lucky. I was just about to get a recipe for Bobbie’s pumpkin p –

"Ok, fine," he cut her off. "Elizabeth and I will just go home and come back later to pick up you and the kids. That’s fine."

From across the room his wife looked at him like he’d just grown a third arm. Mouthing the words ‘are you crazy?’ as he turned to look at her.

He crossed towards her in two strides. Pulling her by the arm for the door.

"Lucky," she hissed. "Lucky what are you doing? I don’t wanna leave my kids here with all of them screaming at each other and –

Every word in her head was smothered in the back of her throat as he swung her around and pinned her against the wall behind the dining room. His hands on either side of her face as he kissed her powerfully on the lips.

When he pulled away all she could do was stare. Mesmerized by the way he’d simply taken her like that. The strength…the energy. The way his breathed heavily as he stood before her. His hands now sliding against the wall. She was trapped between the wall and him.

Trapped and loving it.

Every part of her began to tingle with anticipation. Where…where would they do it? Where…where…anywhere…

‘Just tell me Lucky…just tell me…just take me…’

"You crazy? I’m not leaving my kids anywhere. I just suddenly remembered there’s a lot more to this brownstone than I recalled. A basement for instance that I happened to grow quite fond of during my stint away from home that summer…before the boxcar," he panted. "You wanna check it out with me…see if maybe I…left anything behind…"

She nodded blankly. Still a bit stunned from his kiss. "Just…just to see if you…left…left anything?…Right," she mumbled. Caught up in the intensity of his electric blue eyes. The way he was breathing.

He looked like he wanted to eat her alive…And God she wanted to be eaten!

Without another word, he took her by the hand and quickly led her around the steps and to the small door on the side. The one that led to a smaller set of stairs that led to a deep, dark basement.

Down and down they went into the darkness.

Lucky yanked on the small chain that attached to a free light bulb as they stumbled down the stairs, Elizabeth giggled when it swung back and hit him smack in the head. They clunked down the wooden stairs together and Lucky shushed her. Telling her that they had to be quiet.

Quiet as mice.

Ugh…it had been forever since they’d done it somewhere like this and she didn’t FEEL like being quiet! She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs.

Lucky quickly wound his hands around her waist in the dimly lit room. Pulling her towards him when she tried to wiggle away. She sighed and melted against him instantly. Feeling his already prominent erection press into her backside.

He wanted her…just like she wanted him.

He mumbled something in her ear and before she knew what was happening they were on the floor. Pawing at each other. Tearing at each other’s clothes. The want for each other too strong to deny any longer.

It was just them. No one else in the room – only them. Only their own needs to think about. Just this once.

His hands reached up to cup her like they had just about an hour earlier, and she shook her head in the darkness. There was no time to waste.

"Forget it," she grunted. "I just want you inside me. NOW…NOW!"

Lucky growled against her neck and tugged at her pants. Not able to get them unbuttoned fast enough. As eager to be inside her as she was to have him there. Every move he made was for that end.

It suddenly seemed like months – YEARS since they’d done this.

Elizabeth laughed out loud when something beside them fell to the ground. The light too dark to see what it was. "Oops."

He chuckled and shushed her once more. "They’re gonna come down here thinking they’ve got a rat problem."

"A couple of horny…horny rats," she groaned. Licking the side of his neck as he finally worked her pants down her hips and did the same with his own. His fingers wrapped themselves firmly around her thighs and pulled her towards him.

Without hesitation she reached inside his underwear. Freeing his massive erection from the confines of the material. Within a split second, he was entering her. So deeply and so fast that each of them cried out in small whimpers of ecstasy.

The heat was even more intense than he remembered and he stilled for a moment to get used to it again. To get used the narrow walls of her body, welcoming him. She felt him groan against her neck and grinned. Clenching a bit more tightly around him as he gasped again.

His hips began to move against hers after a moment. A slow riding of her hips as he began the dance they’d longed for during the last few weeks.

"Deeper," she sighed. Lifting her hips to his as he slid farther still inside her warmth. Feeling her expand to take in his every inch.

He remembered it being cool in the basement when they’d first descended, but already he began to sweat. Most of his clothes still on and sticking to him as he began to pump his body into hers, with more fervor.

She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, but found her pants still in the way. Yet, there was no way she was going to ask him to leave her so she could take them off. There was no way she wanted his body to leave hers for even a second. Thankfully her man understood the request before she even asked.

Reaching behind her and curling his fingers into the firm flesh of her ass, he lifted her up even farther. Bringing her closer – tighter. A gulp slipped from her throat and she reached to grip his shoulders. Completely unaware of the hard, cold floor beneath her now. She was hot everywhere now. So hot, he’d surely melt right inside of her.

His breathing grew rapidly against her skin. He panted like a wild animal as his body began to move faster as well. Wanting to both prolong this inevitable, and meet his undeniable end as well.

Knowing this might be their only chance to be together like this, for awhile, he wanted to slow down. He wanted to make every moment last…but he couldn’t. He needed to come. He had to.

When she felt him slow down, her hands eased their way down his back and tightened over his taut butt, pressing his body to hers. "Come," she commanded against his ear. "Lucky I wanna feel you come inside me. I wanna feel it now…don’t…don’t wait…" she panted. "Now…"

With one hand wrapped around her back, and the other pressed against the floor he began to move with such passion and anxiousness that she came right then and there. The friction too much to take. Hurriedly she clawed at his shoulders. Holding on as he sat up a bit and rode her even more quicker. His shaft moving endlessly in and out…plunging deeper…and then pulling back…

"Yes…yes…" Lucky groaned breathlessly. Continuing to rock against her. "Yes…"

"Yes, what Cowboy?…You gonna take Audrey home to get her glasses or not?…She sent you in here to look, and here you are asleep on the couch……….Son, I think you need to try and get some more rest…Every time I see you, you’re asleep……Who’s waking up for these 3 o’clock feedings? You or Elizabeth?"

Lucky jolted from his sleep. Shifting on the couch immediately. "Wh – what? What’s going on?"

He looked around in a panic at his surroundings. What the Hell…he was at…his parents house now? What…what the Hell was going on! He was just having sex! Really, really GOOD sex! And now he was here?! At his parents STUPID, STUPID HOUSE!

Quickly he glanced down. Yanking a pillow from the side of the couch and hugging it to him. Hiding what was going on in his pants.

"Hey Cowboy, I’m talkin’ to you," Luke sighed. Scratching the back of his head as he stood over his son. "Audrey needs her glasses to read the recipe for this pie…and there’s no way we’re having Thanksgiving without her pie…That’s why we invite her here son."

"Where’s…where’s Elizabeth?" Lucky gulped dryly. This couldn’t be happening again. Not Thanksgiving…not again.

Luke rolled his eyes. "She went outside to look for Audrey’s glasses. Thought she mighta left them in the car but –

‘Left them in the car?!’ Lucky thought instantly as déjà vu hit. ‘Left them in the car like the damn pacifier?! Ok…ok…no, nobody left anything…but she’s about to find something in that car…yes she is!’

He was up like a shot. Running for the front door and then bounding off of the porch in only a few strides. He heard his father call after him, but he couldn’t stop. There was no way he was stopping.

He was going to have sex with Elizabeth. Right now…right this minute.

His feet came to a halt in the driveway. Watching as she bent over to check the backseat of the huge vehicle. The old car they’d yet to…do THAT in.

When he first got the car, he’d dreamt about having her in the backseat. Literally.

About fogging up the windows while he fucked her senseless on the leather interior of his dream car. Just the thought had him hardening again as he watched her.

Her hips moved back and forth as she searched the car. Resting one of her knees on leather seat as she moved farther inside to check between the cushions. The hemline of her skirt just barely touched the backs of her knees.

He slowly licked his lips. Stalking behind her like an animal stalked its prey.

She jumped a little when his hands slid around her waist from behind, but her fear dissipated in a split-second. Knowing her lover’s touch. Knowing that it was his dick that pressed so tightly against her from behind.

"Did you lose something?" He asked quietly. His voice deep and centered right in his gut.

Her body stayed bent before him, and his hands eased up from her waist and towards her breasts. She sucked in a breath and arched a little. He felt her heartbeat quicken beneath his fingertips.

"I – I…no…I think…I think maybe I found it…"

His hips thrust against her a bit from behind. "You do?" He asked suggestively. Leaning over her body so that his chest pressed up against her back. He glanced around the car. "Where did you find it?"

"It’s…it’s be – behind me…I – I think."

Absently, she reached behind her but he grabbed her hand. Leading it, a bit roughly to his throbbing erection. "Is that it?…That what you were looking for?"

She gasped and whimpered a little when he pushed against her again. "Ye – yes…"

His voice was demanding and he barely recognized it himself when he spoke, but he was so excited. More excited than he had been in a long time. And she was too. He could already…feel it.

"Get in the car."

Prying his fingers from her waist, she crawled into the backseat and lay there. Waiting for him to pounce as he followed her and closed the door from behind.

"Lucky," she panted as he lay atop of her. Pushing up her skirt. "Your – you’re parents…my – my family…they’re all inside. What if one of them comes –

"You’re the only one that’s going to come," he mumbled against her blouse. His breath hot through the material as he took one eager breast into his mouth. The bud straining beneath the fabric of her bra and the shirt.

And she almost did. Right then and right there she almost came. He’d barely touched her yet and she started to tremble a bit.

He felt like a teenager. An insatiably horny teenager, about to have sex with his girlfriend in the back of his old Mercury. Eras were mixing. Nothing was right…but EVERYTHING was right.

"But my…my grandmother…her glasses…"

"I don’t give a damn about your grandmother and her glasses…I don’t give a damn about anybody in that house right now…all I care about is being inside this body – right – this – minute."

And then he was.

Neither of them had any recollection of him removing his pants, but he was inside her. Hard and fast and furious within a seconds. He looked up and the glass was already steamed. Nothing but the very tops of trees, visible as he reached beneath her shirt to unfasten the front hook of her bra and push her pesky blouse away.

Feasting on her once again…again. But this time he would come. This time they both would. This time it would be magical.

It all felt so familiar, but once again there was something in the air that whispered of the unknown. Even as he moved with expert precision inside her. As she moaned and whimpered his name over and over again into his ear, there was something mysterious that loomed above them.

He asked it first. Not wanting to be surprised this time. Not wanting her to tell him, or to find out because he heard them crying from inside the house.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked. Thrusting deeply within her.

She groaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. Pressing her heels into his ass. "Wh…n -…I don’t…under…understand…N…"

"Are you pregnant?" He asked again. "Are we having a baby?…Are there already babies? In the house?"

His voice had already sounded funny, cloaked in the loud beating of her heart, but now she really didn’t understand what he was saying. She looked at him with confusion as he moved to suckle her bare breast. Her hands clutched the leather beneath her.

"No…there’s no…no…ba – by…aaah…" She hissed between her teeth as he ground against her. Her body widening to accept his. "No…"

"There will be," he groaned against her neck. "You’ll have 3. Three of my babies."

She simply groaned and nodded as if to say ok. As if to accept her mission in life. "Yes…yes, I’ll have your babies…I want to have tons…I want to…yes…yes…"

Her body convulsed right after the words left her mouth. Quaking and shaking beneath him as her body reared up a bit. Holding him as tightly as a glove as his white hot shaft sent semen streaming through her.

Whispering into his ear that it was true. That she knew that what he’d just said was true. That she would have them, and they would be his, and they would be the most beautiful children ever born.

She was hot and sweaty and clung to him as his body pumped inside hers a few more times, before finally giving into the fatigue. Before letting he let his moist forehead fall against her shoulder.

"You promise?" He panted tiredly. "You promise…that they’ll be…they’ll be healthy and strong…"

"All of those things," she answered breathlessly. "Each of them…One boy, and two girls. We’ll have one boy and two girls and they’ll be perfect…We’ll love them forever."

"Perfect," he sighed against her. Rocking her as he slid from inside her body, and pulled her into his lap. "Perfect like their mother."

He closed his eyes and simply held her there against him. Suddenly filled with so much love that he started to cry inside the moist crook of her neck. His heart just felt so full…so full that it hurt.

With his eyes closed he felt her stroke his face and say ‘perfect,’ once more. Her fingers felt soft against his skin as they stroked his forehead. Over and over again…Over and over until he opened his eyes once more…

"Lucky," she whispered. "Lucky…Sweetie please wake up…are you ok?…Sweetie you had a fall and you hit your head, but you’re ok now."

He blinked harshly in the dimly lit room. Letting his eyes roam around. He wasn’t at Luke’s. He wasn’t at Bobbie’s. He wasn’t at his parents house…he was…Was it a hospital room?

There were silver instruments lying on the counter and one of those ear examination kits mounted on the wall to the side of him. A waste can labeled ‘dangerous.’

He was in a doctor’s exam room because he’d…because he’d fainted…And he’d fainted because…

Her fingers drifted over his forehead again and pushed his hair away from his skin. "Are you ok?" She asked softly. Watching him with concern in her eyes.

He was looking at her now. Staring – gazing even. But not answering.

Panic rose a bit in her chest, so Elizabeth hopped off of her bed and started for the door. "I’ll get the doct –

"No," he said suddenly. Quickly reaching out to stop her. His fingers closed gently around her wrist and he remembered the softness of his son’s skin. "Stay…stay with me."

They locked eyes when she turned, and he tugged her closer.

"You’re…you’re having my babies?" He asked quietly. Innocence filling the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. "Triplets?"

Tears filled her eyes and she bit her bottom lip as it trembled. "Yes."

Without another word he wrapped his arms around her waist and lay his head against her stomach. Just listening. All he could hear was her own heartbeat, but he knew they were there. Waiting to greet the world, growing – inside her. His entire family wrapped in this one beautiful, beautiful package.

Her fingers moved timidly through the top of his hair. "Do I…should I get Dr. Allan for you? If you have a headache, she could give you some aspir -

He shook his head against her stomach. "All I need is this. All I need is you…" he looked up. "For the rest of my life."

And she stood there letting her fingers drift continuously through his hair as he sat on the edge of the bed with his head pressed to their children. Listening, waiting…as time ticked by.

As a kind of peace that neither of them had ever felt in their lives sunk in and the future unraveled itself.