Laura smiled and hugged her pillow even tighter. She was moaning contentedly.
Remington had been watching her for several minutes, savoring the sight of her sleeping in his bed. Smiling, he bent over her sleeping form and gave her a series of kisses, the passion increasing with each one.
She slowly opened her eyes and found herself gazing into the sexily rumpled face of Remington Steele. She smiled lazily and stretched.
"Good morning, Mr. Steele,"Laura purred. "And just what are you grinning about?"
"I finally wake up with you in my arms and you still ask that question?"
"I thought maybe it was because you didn't have to do legwork for the next month," Laura teased.
"Well, that too," he confessed.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. I seem to recall having some vivid dreams, but the details seem to have eluded me."
"That's odd--that's the same feeling I have," Laura admitted.
"Well, I could venture a guess as to what you were dreaming about when I awakened you with a kiss. That delicious smile on your face said it all," Remington explained.
"Is that a fact, Prince Charming? And just how do you know I wasn't dreaming that I'd finally balanced my checkbook?" Laura asked with a gleam.
"Laura! At least allow me my fantasies!" he pleaded.
"Think whatever you like," she said as she quickly crawled out of bed and began gathering her clothes for a shower. "You may have time to lie around and fantasize, but I have work to do. Playing nursemaid isn't all fun and games, you know."
"It could be," Remington retorted with a twinkle in his smiling Irish eyes.
"That all depends on how cooperative of a patient you are," Laura countered. "I don't want to hear a lot of bellyaching out of you today. What I say goes and that's that."
"Absolutely!" Remington exclaimed. "You're the boss!"
Laura stopped dead in her tracks. "Why do I suddenly have chills?" she asked herself.
Shaking the feeling, she placed her clothes in the bathroom.
"Now,"Laura explained as she walked across the bedroom to Remington's side of the bed. "I'm going to give you first crack at the bathroom while I start some coffee."
She helped Remington ease his broken leg off the bed and stand up.
He purposely leaned heavily against her."You can be my crutch anytime," he said, suggestively.
"Afraid you'll have to make do with these," Laura said as she reached for his crutches against the wall and helped him get situated.
Remington balanced precariously on the crutches, leaned over and stole a quick kiss.
Laura playfully swatted him on the bottom. "Shake a leg, Mr. Steele," she ordered.
"Shaking, Miss Holt. Shaking," he replied, hobbling toward the bathroom door.
When Laura returned from the kitchen, Remington was lying on top of the covers in his robe watching Today on television. Laura placed a pillow beneath his broken leg and plumped the pillows behind his back. After another brief kiss, she took her shower and dressed.
When she emerged from the bathroom dressed in jeans, sweatshirt and pony tail, she couldn't help smiling at the sight that greeted her. Remington was sleeping soundly, the television still going strong. She knew the day wouldn't be all fun and games; Remington had some real recuperating to do. But still, with a little luck...
Just then the door bell rang. A visitor--at 8:30? Mildred had promised to hold down the office, so Laura knew it couldn't be her. Puzzled, she opened the door.
"Frances!" Laura exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing here? At Mr. Steele's house, I mean?"
Frances, holding a mysterious infant, pushed open the door and ushered her brood into Remington's apartment. Mindy, pushing a doll carriage, bumped into Danny, who was piloting two large model airplanes. They began arguing. Laurie Beth, holding a doll and two books, rushed in and gave Laura a hug. The infant, about three months old, was making soft mewing noises. Laura was only able to stare in amazement.
"I'm sorry to barge in like this, Laura, but it's an emergency. I called the Agency and Mildred said you and Mr. Steele were working here today."
"I'll only be gone four or five hours. You can just fix them a hamburger for lunch. The baby's formula and diapers are in his bag."
"You know how the kids just love Mr. Steele's giant TV and VCR, so I stopped and got The Wizard of Oz. That should keep them quiet for a couple of hours," Frances rambled as she dug a video cassette out of the diaper bag. "Here you go, Danny. See if Mr. Steele can set this up for you."
Danny took the tape and all three kids ran into Remington's room before Laura could stop them.
"Wow! A broken leg!" Danny exclaimed as soon as he saw Remington's cast.
The deafening racket awoke Remington with a start and scream.
"We wanna be the first ones to sign it!" Mindy exclaimed, rummaging in her doll carriage for a pack of crayons.
Remington was still in shock when Danny, Mindy and Laurie Beth attacked his cast with their crayons. Laura did her best to minimize the damage, but not before his broken leg was jostled within an inch of its life.
"Why does the term 'shake a leg' suddenly have a whole new meaning?" Remington quietly asked Laura through clinched teeth.
Then his mouth spread into a warm smile as he turned his attention to Frances. "Why, Frances! What a pleasant surprise!" Remington said in his most charming voice.
"Oh, Mr. Steele. Your poor leg! I had no idea..." Frances explained apologetically.
"Laura, why didn't you tell me?"
"I tried to, Frances, but..."
Remington suddenly realized Danny and Mindy were madly punching buttons on his VCR.
"Laura," he warned loudly. "Don't let them--they're about to--STOP THEM!"
Laura followed Remington's panicked gaze, ran to the VCR and slapped their hands away. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily.
"We just want to watch The Wizard of Oz, Aunt Laura," Mindy replied in a hurt voice.
"Really, Laura; do try to get a grip on yourself," Frances instructed. "Actually, it's probably a good thing I brought the kids over today. You can use their help, what with Mr. Steele in his present condition. You're obviously too uptight today to be good for much of anything."
"Frances, the kids cannot..."
"Let me know if they give you any problems," Frances instructed as she handed Laura the still unexplained infant.
Laura gave Remington a frantic look as Frances left the bedroom. The musical prologue to The Wizard of Oz filled the room and the baby began to cry.
Frances quickly stuck her head back in. "Oh, the baby's name is Brendan."
Laura and Remington slowly looked at each other at the mention of the name, though neither was quite sure why.
Before either could ask more questions, Frances was gone.
Dazed, Laura made herself comfortable on the bed beside Remington. Brendan was still crying. The Wizard of Oz was still blaring.
Remington screamed as the entire bed began to vibrate and Laurie Beth crawled from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed. She made herself comfortable between Laura and Remington.
They looked at each other and thought of what might have been.
"Well, Miss Holt," Remington said as he pulled a crayon out from beneath him and tossed it aside. "There's only one thing left to do."
"And what's that, Mr. Steele?"
Remington gave her a lopsided grin. "Learn to love it. I mean, in the future... someday...Who knows? Eh?"
"Indeed, Mr. Steele," Laura replied with a grin. "Who knows?"
Laura and Remington leaned in close for a kiss as Laurie Beth, trapped between them, giggled.