She rolled over in the bed, but it didn't help at all. So she shifted again…no good. Turning toward the nightstand, she looked at the time. 4:23. Didn't it just figure? Rolling toward him, she leaned over and gently kissed his temple. Softly, she said his name in his ear. He turned his head and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"It's time."

He kissed her softly and rubbed his eyes. "Ok. Give your dad a call and we'll drop Maggie off with him."

He got dressed and crossed the hall to Maggie's room. He was still adjusting to the bigger apartment. Before waking her, he looked out the window. Great. It was snowing. He went back to the bedroom, where Eames was just picking up her phone. "Forget calling your dad. It's snowing. Call Logan."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. It'll take too long to get to your dad's. I mean, go ahead and call him—let him know what's going on. But we're better off dropping Maggie with Mike."


He went back into his daughter's room and got her dressed. How she could sleep through that was beyond him...but she did. He gently lifted her in his arms and her eyes popped open. "Daddy?"

"It's ok, Maggie. We're going to take you over to play with Uncle Mike."

"But it's dark."

He smiled. "Mommy has to see the doctor about the baby, and we need you to keep an eye on Uncle Mike so he won't worry."

"Oh. Ok."

He carried her out to the living room and set her down while he looked in the closet for her coat. Eames came up behind him. He handed her coat to her and asked, "Where's Maggie's coat?"

"Look in her toy box."

"Why didn't I think of that?"

Maggie was looking out the window. "It's snowing!" She looked at her parents. "Will Uncle Mike play inna snow with me?"

"If you ask him to," Goren answered.

She ran to her room and came back with her snow boots. Laughing, her father helped her put on her coat. Eames smiled, but she was distracted. He came over to her, concerned. "Alex?"

"Let's go, unless you want to practice your emergency childbirth skills in the back seat of the car."

Goren stopped the car outside Logan's apartment and took Maggie out of her car seat. She leaned into the front seat and kissed her mother's cheek. "Get me a good baby, Mommy."

She ran toward the front of the building as Logan came out. He gathered the little girl into his arms as she said, "Daddy telled me we can play inna snow, Uncle Mike!"

Logan smiled. "Sure we can, sweetheart." He set her down and, as she scampered toward the front door, he glared at her father. "You owe me."

Goren tried not to grin. "You got it. Thanks, Mike."

"Yeah. Call me."

He got back into the car. "Everything ok?"

She frowned at him. "Drive, Goren…"


By the time they got to the hospital, she was in active labor. They got her settled in a delivery room, and he asked, "Why'd you wait so long to tell me it was time?"

"This one snuck up on me, ok? Besides, it's easy for me to sleep when I know you're right there with me."

He smiled and kissed her forehead. He knew what to expect this time around, but it wasn't any easier for him to see her in such pain. Now he knew, though, what beauty did come from all that pain.

They brought the baby to them, placing the small bundle in his arms. There was no head of dark curls this time, just blonde fuzz underneath a tiny blue cap. "He's smaller than Maggie was," he observed.

Eames reached over and touched the baby's soft cheek. He turned his head toward her finger, mouth open, searching. "But born hungry," she laughed.

This birth had gone faster, and she wasn't as exhausted as she'd been after Maggie's birth. She took the baby to feed him, since he didn't seem willing to wait. Goren rested his forehead against the side of his wife's head and watched his newborn son settle in to eat. "What are we going to call him?" he asked.

"Thomas John, if that's ok with you."

"Thomas…John…for your dad…" She nodded. "Sounds just right."

She turned her face toward his and he kissed her. Logan and Barek had been right…everything he had ever wanted had been dumped right into his lap…and he was happy, truly happy, for the first time in his life.