Characters/ couples: Emily Quartermaine and Nikolas Cassadine

"There are TOO many beds. Nikolas, do you plan on running an orphanage? Seriously, who has this many beds?" Emily darted in room after room at Wyndemere in disbelief.

"You do want kids. Don't you?" Nikolas was amused by her outburst.

"Nikolas, please kill me if we ever have fifteen kids. My body would be so stretched out that I'd look like a paper doll." Emily gave him a pointed luck, she laughed in spite of herself.

"Em, I know you want to jump on the bed. Go ahead, I won't judge you. At least, not too harshly." Nikolas smirked, he was glad Emily was in better spirits. Emily's divorce from Zander had been hard, not to mention raising her newborn daughter on her own.

"I want you to be honest with me, Nik." Emily sighed, looking down at her belly.

"When am I not honest?" Nikolas wondered.

"Don't spare my feelings, Nikolas." Emily warned him.

"Alright, okay." Nikolas obliged.

"Am I fat?" Emily asked.

"Emily, you gave birth two weeks ago. You aren't fat , you were growing a person inside of you. You provided an amazing home for her. You're beautiful as always." Nikolas was completely honest.

"Thank you, you've always been so sweet." Emily touched his cheek.

"You're the only one who thinks that." Nikolas chuckled, fighting the urge to kiss her.

"Who else do you need?" Emily smirked.

"Last one to the bed is a rotten egg!" Six year old Lulu Spencer yelled, bounding onto the bed.

"Hey, no fair!" Emily gasped, jumping onto the bed with Lulu.

"Well, I guess I'm the rotten egg." Nikolas shrugged with a smirk.

"It's okay, you've never been fast." Lulu brushed it off, jumping on the bed.