The first days with the baby in the house are like a fairy-tale as Jane keeps saying. She doesn't give them a hard time at all, and even if she does, they have had such bad times in the past, that anything that has to do with their baby for them is just a reason to be happy. She sleeps at the night waking up only to eat, she gains weight, she likes being with people, she likes snuggles and hugs.

Although, he hates to admit it in front of Jane, the few times his daughter cries, it really gets to him and makes him nervous. Jane, on the other hand… Well, as it seems, Jane is as great at this as she is in most other things. She keeps telling him, and he knows she gets deep satisfaction in this, that she can recognize the baby's different crying voices and always knows what the baby wants her to do. Which is true. Because whatever she does, the baby stops crying in her mother's arms.

It's annoying, actually, at least, sometimes. Like when the baby is crying in his arms, and he cannot make her stop and Jane looks at them smirking deviously. "Stop it Jane! Is she hungry? Do we need to change her diaper? Is she in pain? What? Tell me!"

"She just ate Kurt, and you just changed her diaper!" Jane laughs.

"Then, tell me what it is!" he demands as she lies in the couch, feet up, holding a white fluffy bunny and blue elephant in her arms. "Is your heart made of stone? Don't you get upset when your only child cries like that?" he reprimands her.

She always laughs at him. "Oh my god, Weller! You are such a drama queen! She is fed, she's clean, and this is not how she cries when she's in pain. She's just nagging right now."

"Nagging about what? Jane, tell me now or else…" he looks at her angrily.

"Or else what? I have all the cards now baby! You cannot threaten me…" she laughs at him. He gives her another angry look but she sends him back a kiss… Damn her… "Give her to me and I'll make her stop crying…"

"I'm not going to give her to you, Jane. It's still my thirty minutes. You had your thirty minutes. In fact, you had thirty six," he says annoyed.

"How about you give me five minutes of your time if I tell you what to do to make her stop?" she asks with a smile.

"This is a new low for you, Jane. Just saying…" he says shaking his head. He turns his attention to the baby again. "Oh, come on monkey, please stop crying. What do you want daddy to do? Are you tired? You wanna sleep?" He puts the baby to rest on his shoulder but she cries harder. It makes his heart break.

"Don't put her on your shoulder. Hold her in your arms, the back of her head and her back in your chest, one hand under her knees, the other on her belly. And keep walking around the room. It's a new thing. She wants to observe." Yes, she does. She stops crying immediately and looks content.

He looks at Jane, still kind of angry, but he says thank you. She has that look on her face. "You're welcome. It's always satisfying to know what your kid wants."

He snaps at that and takes the baby outside in the balcony. It's the middle of June and their almost three weeks old daughter enjoys the fresh air. The temperature is high but it's not hot.

Jane comes to join them after a while with a bowl full of ice cream and a spoon. "Still angry?" she asks. He doesn't answer. "Ohhh, daddy cannot accept that mommy knows more…"

God, if they were at the FBI now, he would carry her in the gym and spar with her… Or perhaps he should carry her into their bedroom to show her who knows more… But, she had been in pain a few days after they got home from the hospital, they had to go back and do some tests and the doctor suggested they weren't involved in any… activities, not yet.

He watches her eating the ice cream, licking her spoon (God he wants her here and now…) and knows exactly what to tell her to make her mad. "Perhaps, you should hold it there, baby. I know you are still eating for two but don't be so enthusiastic."

She turns to him with a murderous look putting the spoon down. He's the one smiling one, daring her and he knows she wants to hit him. But she controls herself. "You know what, baby? You may not like the way I look anymore, but there are a lot of people who really appreciate my curves…"

He doesn't like the sound of that, he hates it actually, and it probably shows, because she is smiling again. "Oh yeah?" he asks annoyed.

"Yeah…" she answers back.

"Like who?" he demands.

"Like everybody I meet on the street when I go out. Like this nice guy that owns the delicatessen in the corner or the guy that owns the bookstore…" She knows very well that he hates both of them. Always smiling at her, always too eager to help her, to give her anything she wants, it's … And he has to admit they are good looking. That's why he hates them more.

She's licking her spoon again, all smiles, and he knows that she knows that she has got to him again, like every single time. She is stunning and he wants her and he will be jealous until he dies.

"You want some?" She offers him some ice cream but he refuses.

He kisses his daughter's head, cradling her in his arms. He takes her inside the house again and he lies on the couch, while the baby lies on his chest. He knows she likes it there hearing his heartbeat. He closes his eyes holding her tightly. He loves his life right now. He never thought he could ever be able to say that, be it is the truth. He loves his baby girl, he loves his amazing wife, he loves their house, his job, his friends. And it's all because of Jane. He would never be able to love or appreciate anything if it wasn't for her. His starting point. His everything.

He can feel her approaching, kneeling in the carpet next to him. "Are you still angry?" she whispers in his cheek. She knows exactly what she's doing to him and she loves it.

He doesn't answer. She doesn't give up. "Kurt baby…" Damn her…Damn her… "Don't you love me anymore baby?"

Her fingers trail one side of his jaw. He is losing control and he has to hold himself together because the baby is there with them. "I do," he says not opening his eyes.

"You do what?" Her cheek rests on his.

"I do love you," he says.

"But are you crazy for me?" Her fingers brush his arm.

This is getting very real. "Jane the baby is right here," he sighs still not opening his eyes.

"I know. We are not doing anything bad. Just talking…" Her fingers are now on his neck.

"I am crazy for you. You know that. Always will be." He can feel her smile at that.

"Can I have a kiss please?" she asks softly.

He opens his eyes. She's just an inch from his face. He remembers the first time they were in the same room, the interrogation room, her green eyes staring at him. "You idiot," he thinks to himself, "You never stood a chance against these eyes, never". He looks at her smiling. "You can," he says, "But be careful with the baby."

She leans over him, brushing his lips with hers and then kisses him so sweetly and so softly that it melts his heart. "I love you too Kurt. I love you so much. And I miss you."

"Always good to know this," he laughs.

The baby starts moving and Jane takes her in her arms. "Let's go baby. Let's get you dressed up in your new dress. Your godmother and Aunt Tasha are coming to see you."

Kurt gets on his feet and laughs. "Oh, Jane. I have to admit. I never thought you would dress up our kid like she's a Barbie doll. I feel like I should intervene here. I mean you and Patterson are crazy."

"Let us be, Kurt," she smiles.

Their baby's closet is like they have two different kids. More than half of her clothes are utilitarian pieces in earthy tones picked up by Jane, and the other half… Let's just say the other half has Patterson written all over it. Always with Jane's approval, it is full of pink and yellow and rainbow colored dresses, matching hats, little cardigans and shoes. The baby looks great on them, he has to give them that (but then again his daughter looks great in anything), but he could never imagine Jane's kid dressed like that.

One night while they were folding the baby's clothes, he told Jane that she didn't have to dress her baby with anything else but the things she likes. That, it's their baby and they'll dress it however they want. She hugged him, then, and told him that she adores the things they buy with Patterson. She is just sad that she is not bold enough to buy them herself. Maybe one day. He didn't think it was possible, but he loved her even more right then.