Stella sighed as she unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment

Stella sighed as she unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment. Her day had been long, and filled with some of New York City's worse scum; now all she wanted to do was take a shower and climb into bed. Looking around the living room and kitchen, she frowned when she realized that Flack was nowhere in sight - he had told her he would be home when she got in, and that he was going to cook dinner. She tossed her purse on the couch and moved down the hall, wondering where he could be.

She stopped just inside their bedroom, smiling at what she saw. Don was lying on his back, under the covers, with their two-year-old son Michael resting on his chest - they were both fast asleep. Quietly, Stella came into the room, slipping off her shoes and her jacket. Then she slid under the covers, bringing her body up against Don's as she continued to watch them. Reaching out, she ran her fingers through Michael's dark hair, her heart almost bursting with the love she felt for him.

At her touch, he stirred, his eyes sliding open for just a second. "Mama?" he asked sleepily.

"Yeah, sweetie, it's me. Go back to sleep."

"'Kay, Mama."

Michael reached out then, maneuvering himself into Stella's arms. She held him tightly, breathing him in as he rested his head on her chest. His eyes closed and his breathing soon leveled out again. Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, Stella turned her attention to her husband, surprised when she saw him staring at her.

"I thought you were asleep," she said quietly.

"I was," he mumbled, glancing over at the clock. "I'm sorry. I was supposed to cook dinner, huh?"

Stella smiled, leaning over and kissing him softly on the lips. "Don't worry about it. This is a much better idea."

He turned, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Bad day?"

She shrugged. "It was a rough one." Glancing at Michael again, her smile came back. "But seeing you guys makes everything better. My two favorite boys." She leaned in and kissed Don again.

He moved closer, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck even as he pulled the covers tighter around them. "Do you want me to go make dinner?"

"No," she murmured, her eyes sliding shut. "Let's stay here. We can eat later."

"'Kay, Stell," he mumbled, once again drifting to sleep.