~~ 3 Years Later ~~

Lucky walked through the quiet halls of the gallery, the blur of shadows his
first clue as to where Elizabeth was with her group. His second clue, the
'oohs' and 'aahs' of small children as he moved into the room where they
stood in front of the last of the 'Boxcar Series', Elizabeth's most
successful group of paintings to date. Each one depicting another aspect of
their first 'home' together.

He smiled from across the room as she explained to one of the kids about this
last one. Why there were a bunch of people outside of it, sitting in the
grass and why there were a prince and princess in the opening of the box.

"Oh, they're just ordinary people....but they're getting married," she
smiled, down at a dark-haired, wide eyed eight year old. "And those people
are their friends,"

Elizabeth continued, pointing to the hazy audience in the foreground of the
piece. The backs of their heads the only thing visible. The entire thing,
appearing dreamlike aside from the two people in the boxcar. They were as
clear as a photograph.

As clear as the truth.

Lucky took a deep breath and watched her face light up with excitment as she
explained further. She really did have a way with children.

Her phone call to his office earlier had made him worry a bit, but she didn't
look distressed at all. In fact she looked...she looked radiant.

"Wow," the little girl exclaimed, her eyebrows rising even higher up on her
forehead. "That's so romantic."

Elizabeth smiled as the child's male cohorts giggled and mocked the girl. "It
WAS very romantic," she winked.

Lucky cleared his throat lightly as she looked up, catching his eyes. Still
the most beautiful pair she'd ever seen in her life. Or would ever
see....maybe.

Hopefully not.

She held up one finger, in gesture for him to wait just a moment more as she
showed her last group around the gallery. The owners having been kind enough
to ask her to come in twice a week to give tours to elementary age students.
Helping them to become interested in art.

"And this," she began moving on to the next frame. "Is the newest in the
series."

Lucky tilted his head to the side in bewilderment. Since when wasn't 'The
Wedding' the last in the series? When had she done this? There's no way he
could have missed her working on it at home. He moved closer as she began to
discuss the painting with the captivated children.

It was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful thing she'd ever created. And
he already viewed everything her hands touched, as a masterpiece.

"So what do you guys think this one is about?" Elizabeth asked. Gazing down
at them as they're faces contorted. Their eyes squinting, heads tilting in
perusal of the work.

"Why's it all different colors?" A boy shouted out. Pointing haphazardly to
the fog like texture of the painting.

'Excellent question,' Lucky thought, watching silently as the discussion
progressed. Crossing his across his chest.

"Hmm...Well, what's this painting called? What's the title?" Elizabeth
inquired further.

A little girl raised her hand and spoke aloud regardless of the gesture.
"It's called, the ....Birth of.......Spring."

"What's that mean?!" Another student pondered.

"Good question," Elizabeth nodded.

"Does it mean that Spring is coming?" One of the quieter kids, finally asked.

"Wow....Camille," Elizabeth said, looking down at the girl's name tag.
"That's a really excellent guess...There are lots of flowers blossoming at
the bottom of the boxcar right? And it's nice and sunny out...hmm, you could
be right.

"What else do you all notice about the painting? What are those colors you
asked about James?" Elizabeth asked, glancing at the boy who'd commented on
it earlier.

'Pink...and blue,' Lucky thought to himself. His throat suddenly going a bit
dry at the realization. 'Elizabeth....what are you....'

"They're pink...and kinda...blue?...It's like mixed or something."

"Exactly," Elizabeth asserted. "Does that tell us anything?"

'Does it?!' Lucky shouted internally, moving closer to the group of children.
'What does it tell us Elizabeth?' He stood directly behind the children as
his eyes locked on her face.

'Radiant.' The word once again scrolled before his eyes.

A girl named Brittney raised her hand and Elizabeth called on her. "My mommy
is having a new baby and she painted the nursery pink and blue 'cause she say
that those colors are for babies when you don't know what kinda baby it's
gonna be."

"What do you mean, you don't know what kinda baby it's gonna be?" James asked
the girl. Screwing up his face in confusion.

"She means she doesn't know if it's a boy or a girl, James," Lucky whispered.
Not sure where his own voice had come from. He hadn't even felt his lips
move. He was barely aware of the other voices surrounding him. Only that of
Elizabeth's as she nodded and said, "Yes, that's what Brittney's mommy
means...and that's what this painting means as well."

"It is?" Lucky asked quietly. His eyes glittering with tears under the
illumination of the round ceiling lights.

Elizabeth nodded slowly as her bottom lip began to tremble, weakening her
smile. "It is," she managed. "And...it's...it's happening in the
spring...that's why...

The children gazed up at the man, as he made his way through their little
clan. Each of them moving to the side as he seemed to drift over to
Elizabeth. Her voice fizzling as he got closer and closer.

Their little eyes danced merrily with the wonderment of what was going on.
They smiled when he finally reached her. Touching her face as if they were
all alone in the room. All the girls elbowing the boys in their stomachs as
they snickered.

She leaned into the hand that cupped her face and nodded as he questioned her
one final time with his eyes. Just to be certain that this wasn't a dream.
That it wasn't some odd fantasy, like the one's he had back in that steel
room. He pleaded with God not to wake him if it were a dream.

When he pressed his lips against hers, he knew that it wasn't. The proof
provided in her precious kiss. Her flesh and breath undeniably honest.

His name was Lucky Spencer, she was Elizabeth Spencer, they'd been married
for nearly three years...and they were about to have a baby.

Truth.

"A baby," he said out loud. The words so soft, only she could hear. Or at
least he thought.

"That's what she said!" James shouted, as the whole group jumped up and down
or clapped their hands together. Squealing with delight. "Kiss her again!"

Elizabeth giggled as Lucky turned to face her. Their eyes connecting once
more. Her husband never drawing his gorgeous blue seas of love away from her
as he spoke. "Oh, don't you worry...I'm gonna kiss her again."

And he did.
~~~~~~~

~~ 3 Months Later ~~

"Have I mentioned that I love your mother?" Elizabeth sighed, popping another
expensive chocolate into her mouth as Lucky pulled the shiny, red garland
around the tree.

"Several times," he smiled. Bending towards her as she pecked his lips and
quickly placed a penut cluster against his tongue. She moaned with him as his
eyebrows shot up at the taste.

"Very good," he mumbled. "Does Baby like 'em?" He asked around the rich,
creamy candy. Leaning over to touch his wifes growing belly.

Laura had given Elizabeth her Christmas present a day early. Sensing her
desperate need for sweets.

"Baby adores them," she sighed, rubbing her stomach. The chocolate and the
idea of their nameless child making her smile.

She was 5 months along and still clad in the red, velvet number that she'd
worn to the GH Christmas party. She sighed aloud. Relieved as Lucky pulled
her black pumps from her swollen feet.

"I'm sorry we had to leave so early, Lucky," she grimaced, as he rose to
finish their tree. Elizabeth supervising the decor placement from the carpet.

He turned around immediately. His cream colored sweater reflecting the
glowing white lights of the tree. "Elizabeth you think I really care about
being with a bunch of doctors and nurses when I can be at home with my
beautiful, pregnant wife?"

"You mean your big, puffy wife?...You're frosty the snowoman wife?" She
pouted. Thinking of how she resembled the icecreature that Lucky and his
sister had built in the yard just the other day.

Lucky dropped to his knees, tilting her head upwards with the hook of a
gentle finger beneath her chin. "No," he sighed. Kissing her and continuing
to do so between each of the following adjectives. "I mean, my beautiful -
radiant - sexy - talented - brilliant........wife."

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes as he pulled away. His kiss having melted
her insides, just like the chocolate that still lingered on her tongue. She
licked her lips and caressed his cheek as he rose above her.

Her heart still pounding from his kiss.

He was the best husband the world would ever know, and about to become the
best father. Of course he had his concerns about it. Seeing as his own
relationship with his father, was really just beginning to near the place it
had once been. Just beginning to heal itself.

But she knew. Knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he would be the most
phenomenal father ever.

Even if she wasn't too sure of her own abilities as a mother. Everything she
ever learned about being one, second hand. From Audrey or from Laura. Her own
mother, never having been a permanent fixture in her life.

"What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked. Waking from her daydream to find him
strolling over to their CD player and clicking off the Christmas Carol that
hummed softly in the background. The sounds of another sultry tone drifting
through the speakers as he strode back over to her.

He looked good enough to eat.

'God, Spencer get a hold of yourself,' she thought silently. Thinking of the
way her cravings for food and sex seemed to go hand and hand these days. Not
that Lucky discouraged either one of those interests. He was more than
willing to search for White, Chocolate Macadamia nut icecream at 2 am, and
more than willing to exert will power when he baked her a pan of brownies
that weren't for him to eat.

And QUITE more than willing and able to satisfy that other craving as well.
Accomodating her in any way her fantasies dictated. Granting her whatever her
heart desired or yearned for.

"Dance with me," he whisered as she licked her lips.

He held out his hand and caught the doubt that flickered through her eyes.
"I'll carry you if you get tired..."

Isn't it romantic
Music in the night
A dream that can be heard...

Elizabeth smiled lovingly at the offer. Knowing without a doubt that he would
pick her up, despite the risk of throwing out his back. "We won't get tired
will we Baby?" Elizabeth asked, looking down and questioning her tummy.

Lucky grinned as she stood. The most amazing vision of lovileness he'd ever
seen. Her glow, luminous.

Isn't it romantic
Moving shadows right
The oldest magic word...

He wrapped her in his arms and closed his eyes. The idea of the two most
important people in his life, right there in his arms at that very moment,
both comforting and frightening all at once.

The idea of anything ever happening to either one of them, sending a shiver
up his spine. They'd been through so much, and suddenly they were happier
than they'd ever been.

The kind of happy that was so wonderful that it made you nervous. Made you
wait each day for the other shoe to drop.

"You ok?" he asked suddenly, hearing her sigh against his shoulder.

I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love

"Wonderful," she breathed softly. Turning her head to face his beautiful
neck. "I love dancing with you Lucky. Have I ever told you that?"

"I don't think so," he whispered. Placing a soft kiss against her even softer
hair. The strands shining brightly with the luster that only children and
pregnant women had. "But I'm glad you do...because I plan on dancing with you
for the rest of my life."

"Our life," she corrected. Gazing up into his eyes.

"Our life," he repeated.

Isn't it romantic
Merely to be young
On such a night as this...

Elizabeth's brow furrowed together at the flicker of tears that shone in her
husband's endless blue eyes. "What's wrong baby?"

"I don't really know," Lucky sighed. Tightening his hold around her waist and
bringing her closer. Leaning over a bit to get a firm hold of her shorter
body. "We're just so happy right now..."

"And it makes you nervous," she finished. Whispering against his chest.

Isn't it romantic
Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss...

Lucky nodded silently, and met her lips a moment later when she rose on her
tiptoes to kiss him. His fingers reaching up to cup her soft face in his
hands as she did so. Her hands in his hair, and sending that familiar tingle
over his skin.

"Sometimes I feel the same way," Elizabeth stated as she pulled away finally.
His fingers splaying against the small of her back. "But, Lucky it's been
three years since...since everything with Helena...and I know you have
reservations about her death...but...I just...I just wanna be happy. I just
wanna enjoy being together and bringing our child into the world."

Sweet symbols in the moonlight
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?
Isn't it romance

Lucky smoothed a hand over the back of her head. Bringing her to his chest
once again, as his fingers brushed through her hair time after time. He
placed a kiss against her crown of brunette locks.

"I know...and I want that too. No matter what Elizabeth...I promise
you...nothing will ever touch you again. Or our chi -

"Lucky," Elizabeth interrupted. Brushing her palms over his beautiful face.
"You don't have to promise that. I already know.

I already know that you'd never let anything to happen to any of us. And you
didn't LET what happened three years ago in that compound happen. Lucky you
saved me. You saved all of us...and now we've gotten a second chance at being
happy and together....Let's just take it."

It was Lucky's turn to kiss her. To take her breath away in a mind blowing
kiss. His lips crashing into hers with enough force to nearly knock her from
her feet. But she needn't have worried about losing her balance. As he bent
down and swooped her into his arms.

Sweet symbols in the moonlight
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?
Isn't it romantic

She giggled aloud as her lips were freed, and she felt herself being carried
up the steps of their very own cottage. "Lucky! What're you doing?...I'm not
tired."

"You will be in a little while," he whispered. Stopping midstep to kiss her
once more. "I'm about to take my second chance."

Isn't it romance



"Aaaah! God!" Elizabeth screamed. The sound ripping through her like a knife
as she gasped for breath and leaned against the pillow propped behind her.
Back into Lucky's arms.

"Just one more push," the doctor coached, from his perch at the end of the
bed.

"That's what you told her two pushes ago," Lucky sighed, rubbing his wife's
shoulders during her seconds long rest. "You're almost there Sweetie," he
continued. Whispering into her ear as he swept the moist hair away from her
temples.

A fatigued and pained tear slipped from the corner of her eye as she moaned.
"I don't think I can do this anymore Lucky."

"Yes, you can," he assured her. Kissing her cheek as he deepended his
kneading of her back and shoulders. "You can do anything."

"Time to push again," the doctor announced as Lucky whispered to her once
again that she could do anything.

"Come on Elizabeth," Lucky asserted, knitting his fingers together with hers
as she bore down against the bed. Her nails digging fiercely into his skin.
He bit his lip and watched her face as it turned bright red. Her eyes
squinting and her own bottom lip tucked under the top one as she did the
hardest job she'd ever have to do. Aside from being an actual mother, that
was.

That she'd be excellent at. Even if she wasn't so sure...he was.

A moment of Elizabeth holding their child in the rocking chair they'd already
set out in the nursery flashed before his eyes, and they shown with love for
her as she fell back against him once more.

"I can see the head!" The doctor shouted as his patient closed her eyes.
"Just one more push."

She growled as Lucky slipped his hands around her shoulders once more. There
baby had decided to make his or her presence known a few weeks earlier than
expected and now it had decided to take it's sweet time. 'A Spencer to the
core,' Lucky thought silently.

"Our baby's here Elizabeth...you just gotta force him out. He's stubborn like
his mom...and I'm not so sure I'd be that eager to leave this body either,"
he sighed. A wicked grin flashing over his lips.

Elizabeth smiled inspite of herself. Only one person in the world could get
her to feel like laughing at a time like this. "I love you," she sighed. More
tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as she set up once again.

"I love you too...more than anything in this world," he stated. Gazing into
her eyes as she began to push once more.

'Please let this be the last time,' Lucky silently prayed. The anguish on her
face more than he could bear.

The doctors next words causing them both to look up a moment later. A moment
that would before etched on each of their brains as the first time they saw
their son.

The next moment would be the scariest.

In a flash the doctor was passing their son to a nurse. The nurse carrying
him to a small table covered in blue that sat a few yards away. No
'Congratulations it's a boy,' no 'Would you like to hold him?' Nothing.

Lucky's eyes followed their son as Elizabeth blinked her eyes. Fighting sleep
that felt like it had the strength of an elephant tranquilizer.

"What's wrong? Where are they taking him?" She mumbled through the quick in
coming haze. "He's not crying Lucky," she continued, turning slowly to clutch
his shoulder.

Lucky continued to watch the proceedings as a few different nurses worked on
their son. "What's going on?" He asked. His eyes wild.

Elizabeth shifted her weight against him, trying to get out of bed. "Sweetie,
no please...don't get out of bed. I'll find out what's wrong..."

"I have to see what's wrong with the baby!" She stated. Pure panic racing
through her eyes as a nurse came walking back towards them. "What's wrong
with our baby? Why isn't he crying? Why is he over there?" She rambled.
Glancing back at their infant. His skin now cleansed...but not the right
color...bluish.

"He's having a bit of a respiration problem but the do-

"He's having what?!" Lucky shouted. Standing from the bed and jogging over to
the table where the doctors examined his son.

"Sir, you're going to have to step back from the -

"Like Hell I will!"

A pair of hands whirled him around from behind. "Bobbie?! Thank God...What
the Hell is going on with my son? They just took him...they haven't told us
what's going on. They say he's having respiration problems...whatever the
Hell that means..."

Bobbie nodded, leading her nephew back to his wife so she could explain to
both of them at once. The tension in the room, palpable. "There seemed to be
some sort of blockage that was causing him some trouble with breathing...but
he started breathing a few seconds ago...the doctors are still with him now.
They're going to take him down to the neonatal unit and just keep an eye on
him for a bit -

"Why? If he's ok...why are they taking him away before I even get a chance to
hold him?" Elizabeth interrupted. Her eyes glued to her child.

"They're going to let you hold him....right now," she asserted. Watching as
one of the other nurses brought him over. "Just for a little while
though....it's important that they keep an eye on him."

Elizabeth nodded slowly as Lucky came to sit down next to her, and their
beautiful son was placed in their arms for the first time. A golden tuft of
soft hair peaking from beneath the blue blanket he'd been wrapped in. He
opened his eyes for only a moment before nuzzling against his mother.

"He's got your eyes," Elizabeth sniffled, turning to Lucky. The moment quick
enough for her to discover that physical trait of her son. She knew that
things like eyecolor could change after a few weeks, but somehow she also
knew that they wouldn't. They'd look like his Daddy's. Just like she'd hoped.

Lucky reached out, timidly. Gingerly stroking his sons downy soft cheek with
the side of one finger. "He's so soft," he whispered. His own throat
tightening beyond belief.

"Beautiful like his mama," he stated. Placing a tender kiss upon her cheek.

The baby's hands fidgeted into tiny fists and curled tightly to his chest.
Elizabeth's own fingers brushed against the now pinkening skin. He looked
better. He was going to be ok.

He had to be.

"He's gonna be fine," Lucky asserted. Reading her thoughts. "He didn't fight
his way into the world for nothin'...He's a survivor, just like his mama."

"His daddy," Elizabeth smiled, sniffling as Lucky brushed a few errant tears
away from her cheeks.

"Ok," Bobbie said saddly. Not wanting to take the child from them just yet.
Their little family so beautiful she wanted to cry. "I have to take him back
now...just for awhile. Until he get's settled in.

"You both can come in and see him in a bit...I'll let you know as soon as
that's possible."

"You'll keep an eye on him?" Lucky asked quickly. Rising from the bed as his
aunt removed their son from his mother's arms.

"I'll gaurd him with my life," Bobbie nodded. "I promise."

Lucky nodded in response and watched as she vacated the room. Sitting down
next to Elizabeth a minute later and wrapping her in his arms. She bit her
trembling lip and lay her head against his chest.

It had all happened so fast. Too fast.

"I meant what I said Elizabeth...he's gonna be fine."
~~~~~~~
~~ 1 month later ~~

"Hey," Lucky whispered. Encircling his wife's waist from behind. "He still
sleeping?"

Elizabeth nodded as she lay her head against her husband's strong shoulder.
"Mmmhhm."

It was their baby's first night in his own home. In his own crib, and she
couldn't force herself to leave the room. Couldn't tear her eyes away from
tiny form.

Of course she couldn't. Every moment of his life so far had been filled with
drama. The doctors having said, a few weeks early wouldn't be
harmful...somehow hadn't anticipated that his lungs would be a bit
underdeveloped.

He wiggled in his sleep and she reached down the side of the crib to touch
his nose. She couldn't stop touching him. Holding him.

"We should move our bed in here," Lucky whispered against her ear. She smiled
and nodded.

"I know I'm hovering, but -

"No you're not," Lucky asserted. Cutting her off with his lips as he turned
her around. Kissing her softly and slowly. Letting it linger for awhile
before she wrapped her arms around his waist and he turned them both sideways
so they could gaze at their son. It had been awhile since they'd been able to
kiss each other this freely. This free from stress.

"This is the first time he's been able to sleep in his own bedroom...it's
perfectly normal for us to want to be in here with him."

She nodded against his chest. "Do you think, he's ok...I mean being here?
After all that time in the hospital?"

"I think he's more than ok...Look at how peaceful he is Sweetie...he knows
he's with his Mommy and Daddy and that nothing will ever touch him. He knows
that."

"He's so beautiful Lucky," She whispered. Looking at him as his fists opened
and closed before settling against the blanket beneath him once more. "My
heart hurts to look at him...my beautiful Lucas Lorenzo Spencer the III."

Lucky grinned sheepishly at the name. Remembering how he had contemplated
passing the name down to another generation. Knowing how much the name had
cost him the past. But realizing how much it had given him as well.

It had given him a family. A strong group of people that loved him more than
anything in the world. Even if that love came with an overunbundance of
turmoil. Even if it came with readymade enemies.

Luke had been a rock for him during the past month. Putting in late night
shifts at the hospital with his grandson and Elizabeth when Lucky had to be
at work. Going above and beyond the call in many instances.

"Thank you."

The words came suddenly and unexpectedly. Causing Elizabeth to turn in his
arms once more. "For what?"

"For giving him too me," Lucky said. His voice shaking as his eyes filled
with unshed tears. "He's just...when I look at him...he's just so
precious...I..."

He couldn't speak any longer. His words could not express the way he felt.
But his lips could.

Are those your eyes?
Is that your smile?

Elizabeth fell slowly into the kiss that evenloped her - heart and soul. To
his touch as it moved softly up the side of her face and into her hair.

He pulled back a moment later and gazed into her eyes. Staring into her deep
blue orbs as if he'd never before seen her. Never touched her.

I've been looking at you forever
But I never saw you before

"What?" She asked quietly. As he continued to stare. The blue of his eyes so
extremely intense that her breath caught suddenly in her throat.

The gaze. His hands...the way they trembled a bit as the moved down the
length of her arms. She was transported to the night of their wedding. The
night he'd come back from the dead on those docks...in the thick fog.

Are these your hands?
Holding mine
Now I wonder how I could have been so blind

"I don't know," he answered. His voice barely audible. Trying to whisper in
respect of his newborn son's sleep. Not able to talk at full level even if he
wanted to at that moment. "It's like I'm looking at you...and I've never ever
seen you before...You've always been beautiful...always. But tonight...

For the first time
I am looking in your eyes
For the first time
I'm seeing who you are

"You look like an Angel, Elizabeth...you are...I think."

I can't believe how much I see
When you're looking back at me
Now I understand what love is
Love is
For the first time...

Without the benefit of the appropriate words to say. To respond to such a
statement...she grasped his gorgeous face in his hands and pressed her lips
firmly to his. Nearly causing him to stumble on his feet. His hands wrapping
around the small of her back immediately.

Can this be real?
Can this be true?
Am I the person I was this morning?
And are you the same too?
It's all so strange how can it be?
All along this love was right in front of me

"You're the angel," she panted quickly. Pulling away, and brushing away the
golden brown strands that hung in his face.

They reminded her of the blonde pieces that hung around her son's gentle
face. She turned to look at him. His sleep more peaceful than ever. A light
smile playing over his lips. He must have been having a good dream.

For the first time
I am looking in your eyes
For the first time
I'm seeing who you are
I can't believe how much I see
When you're looking back at me
Now I understand what love is
Love is
For the first time

She placed her hand inside her husbands. Leading him out of their son's
bedroom and into their own across the hall. Wanting to make love to him all
night long.

It had been awhile.

Too much stress. Too much worry.

Such a long time ago
I had given up on finding emotion
Ever again
But you live with me now
Yes, I found you somehow
And I've never been so sure

She sat down on their bed slowly as he stood between her legs. Unfastening
each button of her shirt, one by one as she began to unzip his pants.

He pushed the material that covered her, off of her shoulders and lowered
himself to his knees on the carpet. Kissing her bare shoulders and slowly,
torturously moving down to her chest. The air moving in and out of her at
rapid pace.

His heart speeding up within his own.

And for the first time
I am looking in your eyes
For the first time, I'm seeing who you are
I can't believe how much I see
When you're looking back at me...

"I love you...so much," he whispered once more, removing the white, lace bra
that covered her ample breasts. He cupped her in his hands and moved closer.
His face brushing achingly soft against her nipples.

Elizabeth arched her back before him, and he rose above her. Laying her
quickly upon her back and moving between her legs. His tongue moving between
her lucious lips at the same moment.

His lower body wanting to do the same, as she pushed off his pants with her
feet. Bringing her legs up to wrap tightly around his hips a moment later.
Feeling his building tightness against the burn that intensified between her
thighs.

She moaned again, asking him to make love to her. Now...forever.

A permanent lock.

Now I understand what love is
Love is...

His boxerbriefs slipped from his hips a moment later, and she bucked beneath
him. Her hips anxious to meet his, even through her own covering. Lucky's
eager fingers inched beneath the delicate elastic of her panties, feeling how
wet she was. How quickly she'd gotten to that point.

"Oh...now, Lucky..." she sighed, moving beneath his fingers. Her body itching
to have him inside. For him to take her again and again. For the rest of
their lives together.

Her words were his undoing. When no more encouragement was needed to remove
her final covering and push firmly inside her soft, welcoming walls. To slide
inside all of her. Accept all the love she had to give. To take.

Lucky groaned in that acceptance. In her body's lodging of his. Envelopment
of his soul. He moved within her slowly at first. Feeling his way through her
depths. Wanting to stay as long as he could. Even though he knew they had
forever in each other's arms. That nothing would ever break what they had now
built between them.

The bond, stronger than any he'd ever witnessed or thought possible. A home.
A life. A family. Together - theirs. Belonging completely, and only to them.

Just like their body's - together.

His thrusts came more rapidly. Unable to contain the sensation of pure
pleasure. A pleasure sent from Heaven unto them. A pleasure that had been
made for them. Destined for them.

Heaven right here on Earth. Destiny. Eternity.

The night they met. The night he found her in the park. The night they found
the bastard that had temporarily taken her spirit. The night they'd said
their first vows. The night he'd been taken from her - from life. The night
he'd been brought back. The night she'd been taken from him. The night he'd
seen her behind the bars of some cage. The night they'd been married under
the stars.

The day she'd told him she was going to have his baby. Their baby.

The day she'd given birth to the most beautiful creature ever born.

It all flashed before his eyes as he came in her body. In her arms. Over and
over again. Every bit of love he had for her, flowing into her body in a warm
sea of passion. Adoration. Replacing all that was lost. Giving everything
found.

She took, and gave back. Squeezing around him. Hugging him. Embracing him
with not only her body but her heart. Her mind. Her entire soul. Coming and
reaching the point of no return with him. Each final stroke, laced with a
love neverending and sustaining.....

"Waaaaaaahaaaaaa-waaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaaa..."

Lucky bit his lip at the sound of son. Wailing as if someone had just let the
floodgates open. He smiled in a way that he wasn't quite sure he'd ever
smiled before. It felt almost different on his face as he lay his head
against Elizabeth's chest.

Peace - at last.

"Well at least his timing is good," Elizabeth sighed. Her breath thready as
Lucky withdrew from her body slowly. Rolling away from her with a grin on his
face.

He chuckled as he handed his shirt to her and grabbed his own pants. "He's a
Spencer...he's gotta make his presence known."

"And of course he's gotta make up for lost time," she giggled. Sliding out of
bed with him as he took her hand.

"Of course.

For the first time...