Jude rolled over in bed to find the other side surprisingly empty. Groggily rubbing the sleep from her eyes her hand groped the floor and the first thing she came across was a discarded dress shirt on the floor. Slipping it over her petite frame, she fumbled to button a few of the buttons not caring if they were matched up with their corresponding button holes.

Stumbling across the hallway she saw the light on in the room in the far end. She walked down towards it and saw Tom standing next to the crib watching the sleeping baby inside.

"Hey." Jude whispered from the doorway. He looked up and smiled at her before looking back down at the small infant. Jude yawned and walked over towards him and Joseph.

"He's so small." Tom commented. Everyday, he was more and more amazed with the growing baby, no longer afraid of caring for an infant like he had been beforehand. Most nights he regretted not going to Cora sooner so he could have shared this experience with his first child too.

"Did Jo wake you up?"

"No, I just couldn't sleep. I normally wake up and come in here anyways. Surprised you woke up."

"Come back to bed, Tom." She wrapped her arms around him and inhaled deeply. He reminded her of security and protection.

"I will…he's so small." He repeated again while leaning in and traced the sleeping infants small fingers.

"Um…may I remind you where he came from? He's not that small."

Tom turned to Jude and smiled down at her, "I love you, Mrs. Quincy." He leaned in to kiss her and Jude met him halfway. She sighed in contentment against his lips. "I love you too," she murmured, her lips skimmed along his jawline, "Now let's go back to bed. If he wakes up, Sandra can take care of it" She pulled away, a devilish twinkle in her eye.

"You're right," He stated seriously before continuing, "I obviously didn't tire you out enough earlier if you woke up."