She wakes up, disoriented to her surroundings. She looks around the room. This is not her bedroom. She exhales, and feels the body, in the bed, next to her. She rolls over, and looks at him. She is instantly reminded where she is. She sits up, in the bed, hearing the cries. She tosses the bed clothes back. She swings her feet over the edge. She wears a baggy t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. She heads for the door. She walks into the hallway. She walks past the bathroom, and down the hall. She stops at the next door, on her left. The door is open, so she steps in. She flips on the light.

She stops, at the edge of the crib. She looks in the crib, at the fussy baby. His eyes are wide awake. He wears a dinosaur sleeper. She smiles at him.

"Good morning, Landon."

He puts on a sleepy grin, that cause his chubby cheeks to reveal his big dimples. She reaches into the crib, and pulls him out. She puts the eight month old baby over her shoulder. She carries him into the kitchen. She opens the refrigerator, and pulls out a bottle. She warms it up, and then makes her way into the living room, with the baby. She takes a seat on the cold leather couch, and flips on the five o'clock news. She listens to the news, as she watches him.

He drinks his bottle, like a pro. He stares up at her, with big brown eyes. She stares at his long eye lashes, and rubs her fingers through his thick, dark hair. She doesn't look up, when she hears footsteps coming towards her. She just stares at Landon.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Frost yawns.

"What are you having?"

He yawns, and open the fridge. "Eggs."

"That's fine," she agrees.

"You just get up?" he asks.

"About ten minutes ago," she reveals.

"Is he being cranky this morning?"

"No. Of course not, he's never cranky with me."

"Why is that?"

"He likes me better," Jane argues.

"This place is so quiet. I'm still not used to it," Frost admits, as he cracks his eggs.

"I'm still not used to living with anyone."

"Or sharing a bed," he adds.

"Are you going to accuse me of being a bed hog, again?"

"No, you just hogged all of the covers, last night."

"I'm sorry. I'm not used to sharing my bed, or my house."

"Your bed, or your house?'

"Our bed," she corrects.

"And whose house?"

"Ours," she grumbles.

"You're not used to sharing, at all."

"At least I don't have to share the bathroom."

"That's because I'm a nice guy, and you're always in there too long."

"I spend less time in the bathroom, than you do," she argues.

"Are we going to start this, again?"

"No," she shakes her head.

As Barry finishes making breakfast, Jane returns Landon to his room. She changes his diaper, and puts him in clean clothes. She places him back into his crib, where she expects him to fall back asleep. She makes a beeline for the kitchen.

She sits down, at the kitchen table, across from Frost. She eats the eggs, on the plate in front of her, as he reads the paper, in his boxers. She takes a gulp of her juice.

"Why is it that you never wear a shirt to bed?"

"I wouldn't complain if you went to bed, without a shirt," he argues.

"You're ridiculous."

"Me, you're the one who always wants to argue."

"I'm sorry," she apologizes, "This is all new to me."

"New? Jane we've been working at this for months."

"I know."

"I understand, though. I haven't gotten used to it yet, either," he admits.

"I haven't had to share a house, since I left home, at eighteen."

"Neither have I."

"And, yet, here we are. We've been in this place for five months now."

"I think that it's time to move on," he admits.

"You do? I thought that you loved this apartment."

"Two bedrooms, and two bathrooms is nice, but I think that it would be nicer, if we had a house."

"And a backyard," Jane adds.

"Maybe if we get a bigger place, we could expand the family."

"Whoa! Back up. Where did that come from? I'm not ready for another baby. I don't even know if I want another kid. I mean, he's only eight months old, and..."

"Jane, I meant a dog. I know that you're not ready for another kid. We just got married two months ago. Neither of us are ready for another baby, right now. We're still figuring out how this is supposed to work, with the three of us."

"You, know it's still weird, for me.""That we have a baby?"

"No, I've finally gotten used to that."

"That we're married?"

"Yes. I still don't believe it."

"Because you never thought that it would happen. You never thought that you'd marry anyone."

"Especially you," she admits.

"When did you know?"

"When did I know, what?"

"That you loved me?"

"I don't know, when did you know?" she counters.

"I asked you first," he reminds her.

6 1/2 months earlier- She finds herself, standing in front of Frost's place. She's exhausted, after her first day back at work. Frost has taken the day off, to stay with Landon. She turns the knob, and heads in. The living room is a disaster. The coffee table is full of empty bottles. The couch has clean laundry all over it. She carries the bottles into the kitchen, and sits them in the sink. She washes her hands, and heads towards the bedroom. She stops when she reaches the doorway.

Frost sits in a rocking chair, rocking their son. An empty bottle sits on the table, next to them. Barry holds the sleepy baby in his arms.