I really thought I was done with this story. But after all this time, this little PS just wrote itself!

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Between Floors – Post Script

~Unexpected~

"How on earth did this happen?" Sam exclaims, staring in shock at the object in her hand.

She and Jack are sitting against the headboard of their bed with six-month-old Lauren lying between them, her feet in the air, playing with her toes.

Jack suppresses a self-satisfied smirk. "The usual way…I suppose?" Seeing his wife's eyes narrow, he backtracks hurriedly. "I dunno! You're up to date, right?"

"Yes, of course. But nothing's foolproof." She lets her head fall back against the pillow. "Oh, my god…. They'll only be 14 months apart!"

"Better than Irish twins," Jack offers, unhelpfully.

She turns a cold blue glare his way. "I think it's time for you to shut your mouth, mister!"

"It wasn't my mouth…" he begins, but stops as her look becomes lethal. He quickly picks up Lauren and holds her in front of his chest. "You wouldn't strike a man holding a baby, would you?"

Lauren gurgles and kicks, enjoying this new game.

Sam's eyes grow even narrower.

Jack raises the baby, covering his face. After a couple of moments, however, it occurs to him that he might be better off protecting something else, and quickly plunks her down in his lap.

Sam tightens her lips, trying to hold back a smile.

"A boy this time, maybe?" Jack says tentatively. "Fifty-fifty chance. You'd like a little brother wouldn't you, pumpkin?" He blows a raspberry on the baby's back and she squeals and kicks in response.

Sam rolls her eyes, but gives in and allows the smile to surface. "I know one thing for certain," she says at length.

"What's that?" Jack asks curiously.

"I am not going anywhere near any elevators for this entire pregnancy!"

The two of them fall back against the head of the bed, laughing hysterically, as Lauren shrieks with joy.

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