Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.

Author's Note: Set just prior to Darby's birth - slotting in between chapters 4 & 5 of "On holiday", another of my Nick/Allie City Homicide fics.

"This is not how I planned on spending my birthday," Nick muttered as he straightened his tie.

Allie was in a cheeky mood. "What better way to cope with turning 40 than attending a reunion?" she kidded.

Nick swatted his wife's butt. "That'll be enough Little Miss 30," he shot back.

Allie turned to face him, walking backwards. "Ah ah," she corrected. "Not for another month."

Spotting her husband's raised eyebrow, she relented. "Thanks," she said. "I know I look like a beached whale, but I promise I'll make it up to you later tonight."

She startled when Nick suddenly gripped her waist and stopped her from moving backward. "Pillar," was all he offered as an explanation. He didn't let go of her though. "Not so much a whale as a hippo perhaps," he offered.

Allie patted his cheek with a deceptive amount of force. "You're walking a tight line there mister," she reprimanded jokingly, but he saw the glint in her eyes.

They walked hand in hand to the door leading into the ballroom. "Your 37th birthday will be one to remember," she assured him just before they stepped in.

"I'll take that as a promise," Nick replied, sliding his hand low down his wife's back.

As they entered the hotel room five hours later, a heavily pregnant Allie was incredulous. "What do they think?" she snorted. "That I've got ten kids at home? Yes, I'm pregnant, but I've only been this way for the last eight months. I mean come on, get real."

Sitting down on the bed, she groaned as she kicked off her shoes. "Oh that is bliss."

As Nick threw his jacket onto the bed beside her and loosened his tie, she continued to speak. "The only thing worse would have to be finding Commander Waverley there." She recalled the half-mortified and half-revolted discovery that the Commander was there as a date for her old sports teacher.


"Could you imagine the two of them, well, doing it?"

Nick swallowed. "I don't want to hear this."

Allie was oblivious as she eased her dress off in a semi-smooth movement, complete with two tugs. She failed to see her husband's reaction to the exposure of skin. "It's like thinking about your parents having sex," she elaborated.

She shuddered.

"Allie," said Nick patiently as he kicked off his shoes.

"Hm?" she responded, removing what little jewellery she had, her wedding ring the only adornment remaining. "No actually, it's worse - because teachers and commanders aren't supposed to have a life."

Fed up with being ignored, Nick braced himself over his wife and leaned down to press his lips to hers. Allie's next words were smothered and it wasn't long before she joined in wholeheartedly.

Effective silencing method that, and a very good birthday indeed.

A snapshot.