Johnny's eyes widened, though he was thankfully not visibly shaking. If the baby liked warmth, she was, at least, getting plenty of that, as heat seeped into her from her close proximity to the walking furnace. He took Vicki's advice and backed up to settle himself on the couch, afraid to move lest he drop her. Gulp.

Jon was still smiling, looking pretty happy and relaxed for a guy who hadn't gotten much sleep in the last few days. A load had been lifted from his shoulders the minute he'd gotten that call that his older brother had woken and that they were hopeful he was going to make it. He was then free to throw himself into being a good husband and father and not worry over the rest of his family or his career for a while. He shrugged his shoulders lightly, as if it wasn't a big deal. "I'm tired, but it's a good kind of tired." He didn't really feel the need to explain what a bad kind of tired was. They knew enough about his past to fill in the blanks there.

Liv smiled faintly, perching nervously on the edge of the couch beside Johnny, not daring to look at the precious little bundle he held in his hands so awkwardly as she spoke with Jon. "It was a good idea to ask us to keep Cosmo busy on his walks for a while, then," she approved quietly. "Although between them, I think Johnny and your dog are going to run me into the ground."

Chuckling at Johnny's somewhat terrified expression, Vicki had perched herself on the arm of the couch as she watched the Human Torch endeavor to relax a little. Emily apparently thoroughly approved of the warm body holding onto her, stretching out her limbs for a moment before relaxing, falling easily back to sleep with a gentle smack of her lips. "There now, see?" Vicki smirked faintly. "She likes you."

"She's..." Johnny faltered. "She's beautiful," he said at last, in complete agreement, apparently, with his companions. Of course, parents were always more than a little biased when it came to their own child, but Johnny had to admit that Jon and Vicki had created the most beautiful little creature he'd ever seen. He was in love.

Jon poured out the tea, making Vicki's and his own just the way they liked it, his sweet with lots of cream. As tired as he was, he looked like he was about ready to burst with pride at Johnny's praise of their daughter. He could see that his daughter was already charming the men around here and she wasn't even a week old yet. "Maybe you'll have one of your own someday," he said with a smile.

Vicki's own smile was at least as wide as Jon's when Johnny passed comment on their little girl, taking her tea cup into her hands. She exchanged a look over the rim with Jon, warm and brimming over with pride.

Beside Johnny, Liv finally got her courage together to lean into his side, looking down at the tiny baby cradled so carefully in her fiance's hands. A very small smile erupted on her face, one trembling finger reaching out to stroke the little rosy cheek. "She's enchanting," she added her own praise to the compliments, glancing up at Johnny as Jon smiled his way through a prophecy of their own future. "Maybe we will."

Johnny exchanged looks with Liv as Jon practically suggested they have one of their own, but they weren't even married yet, and having a baby wasn't quite the same thing as having, oh, say, a puppy. "Maybe, someday," he replied, looking back at the baby, flushing just a little.

Jon noticed the other couple's reaction, remembering when having a baby was the furthest thing from his mind. It wasn't all that long ago, after all. A lot had happened over the last few years, and Jon couldn't be happier. He crossed his arms against his chest as he exchanged looks with Vicki, remembering themselves when they were still dating, meeting her father for the first time, a soft smile on his face. "It'll happen when it happens," he said, taking a lean the side of the chair where Vicki was sitting.

As though sensing the nerves in the room seeming to calm themselves, Cosmo clambered up onto the couch on the other side of Johnny, settling himself down proprietorially next to the Human Torch and his precious handful, as though declaring Emily as belonging to him. Liv giggled softly at the sight of the dog looking reprovingly at her for daring to touch the baby, drawing her hand back. Her eyes met Johnny's, soft hope written in her gaze that someday they would be the proud parents showing off their newborn baby to their friends. Someday.

Across from them, Vicki leaned into Jon's side, her blue eyes lifting to look up at her husband with a tired, tender smile. Emily had been a surprise for them, but she had a feeling that Johnny and Liv already had their lives planned out. It was only too easy to imagine Johnny surrounded by a passel of small people, adoringly calling him Daddy. "Mmm, I'm willing to bet you'll have so many, you'll start feeling like a vending machine, Liv."

Jon's arm wound its way affectionately around his wife as she leaned into him. He saw how tired she was and felt a little of the same, the excitement and adrenaline the only thing keeping them both awake. He knew this first visit needed to be short, so that Vicki, at least, could rest before the baby made her middle of the night demands. "Twins run in families, don't they?" Jon asked, helpfully, or maybe not so helpfully.

If only Johnny knew what Vicki was thinking, he'd tell her how wrong she was, how he had no idea what was in store, how he was fumbling through life and just doing the best he could. His eyes widened a little at Jon's remark and he looked back at the small needy bundle in his arms. "I don't even know what to do with one of them. What would we do with two?"

"Panic?" Vicki suggested with a low chuckle, sipping from her tea cup to suppress the yawn that wanted to rise up. As much as she wanted to stay awake, the lack of sleep was beginning to catch up with her now, every opportunity taken to get a couple of hours here and there just so she didn't doze off in the midst of feeding their daughter.

Liv blushed at Jon's suggestion that twins were a distinct possibility for herself and Johnny, relieved when Johnny brought up the same concern that instantly flashed through her mind. "One thing at a time, I think," she offered up softly. "We should get married first." But her eyes strayed back to the tiny baby girl in Johnny's arms, coveting the new life and how happy Jon and Vicki seemed to be parents.

"Maybe Lucy and Steve will save us from twins," Johnny remarked with a smile, not that twins would be a bad thing necessarily. Twice the trouble, twice the fun. Two little Livvies might not be so bad, but he wasn't quite sure about two little Johnnys.

Jon knew his wife well enough to know she was getting sleepy. Short visits, Humphrey had suggested. This wasn't the time to entertain. "If you two don't mind, I need to tuck my wife in for a nap. Can you wait here for a few minutes" I'll be right back." And yes, he was planning on leaving them with both Cosmo and the baby. He turned to Vicki, taking the cup from her hand. "Time for bed. You've been up long enough."

Liv's jaw dropped for a moment, her lips parting as she stared up at Johnny. "She would have told us if they were expecting twins, wouldn't she?" she asked, a little bemused at the thought of Lucy handling not one, but two little people. Steve, she could see having little or no problem there, but Lucy'

Vicki rolled her eyes up at Jon as he took her cup away from her, this time failing to stifle the yawn at all as she smiled ruefully over at the couple curled protectively around her daughter. "Looks like General Granger is laying down the law," she teased her husband fondly, lifting her hand to wriggle her fingers in a goodbye to the pair who had come to visit. "I'll see you another time."

Sarcasm didn't usually come to Liv's lips, but that question was just asking for it. She pinned Johnny with a raised brow, her lips quirked into a lopsided smirk, and said, "Why, were you hoping it was me so you can change my nappy?" One finger pointed at the culprit, who was going to start complaining pretty soon. "She's the guilty party. And it's probably your fault, because you're ridiculously easy to relax around." Liv's smile warmed as she teased her fiance, fully intending to sit back and watch him struggle for a bit.

"My fault?" he echoed, eyes widening. "I'm not the one who had the baby burrito!" He quickly remembered himself and the baby in his arms and lowered his voice to a whisper. "What are we supposed to do now?" He looked a little bit lost and wished Jon or Vicki would get back here soon. As cute as she was, she didn't smell so cute at the moment.

"Um ..." As much as Liv might have wanted to make Johnny suffer a little bit - because he was adorable when he panicked - she couldn't really countenance leaving a baby in a pooey nappy just for that. She sighed as she realized she was going to have to step up - two weeks of working at a daycare center during her break between Lelah and Jon were apparently about to be put to the test. "I, uh ....I suppose we should change her?" she suggested warily. "Where did Jon say the nappies were?"

"On the table?" he asked, swinging a glance around, which was hard to do with a baby in his arms, especially one who was starting to feel a little gooey. He wrinkled his nose again. Though he was willing to help, he really had no idea how to change a baby's diaper. "You change her," he said, attempting to hand the baby off, albeit carefully.

The sight of Liv taking a baby was certainly one never to be forgotten. The wide eyes, the panicked grimace, the very careful placing of her hands - with the baby held as far away from her as possible - it was a shame Johnny didn't have a camera on hand, really. And to cap it all, Emily was starting to wake up. Sharing a worried grimace with her fiance, Liv bit the bullet and stood up, moving over to lay the teeny girl on the changing table, one hand on her tummy as she rummaged around for a nappy, cream, and wipes. "Oh, now, you shush," she told the wriggling little girl as the first threat of a scream made itself known. "Your dad will crucify me."

Johnny got up and followed Liv to the changing table, peering curiously over her shoulder, despite the smell. He reached around to pick up a little fuzzy toy of some sort that made a rattly sound when he shook it. "Emmy," he singsonged, trying to distract the baby from the ill temper that was threatening. "Shh, no crying," he cooed as he leaned, shaking the silly toy to get her attention. Behind them, Cosmo barked a single warning. If they didn't do something soon, they were going to have both a screaming baby and a barking dog on their hands.

"Oh, don't you start, too," was Liv's response to Cosmo's warning, envisioning a collie trying to tell them off for making the baby cry while Jon and Vicki came bursting in to rescue their little darling from the two bumbling imbeciles they'd left her with. Still, distraction seemed to work, quieting the threat of wailing as the little blue eyes crossed in an attempt to focus on the toy Johnny was waving around. With a confidence she was hoping no one could see through to the shaky terror beneath, Liv quickly unbuttoned the onesie and pulled Emily's legs free, easing it up to begin the frankly disgusting process of changing a dirty diaper.

Johnny was watching all this with rapt attention, impressed by what seemed like Liv's expert diaper changing. "And you say you're not ready," he teased with a smirk, as he lowered the toy and leaned over to brush a soothingly warm fingers against the baby's cheek, humming some random tune which wasn't a lullabye and was slightly off key, but the baby didn't seem to notice or care. "She has her father's eyes," he said, noticing it for the first time as the baby peered up at the bumbling duo.

"We can give this one back when we're done." Liv snorted with laughter, folding up the dirty nappy into a neat little bundle and dropping it into the bin nearby before sliding the clean one underneath Emily's squirming backside, averting her eyes from the ugly remnant of umbilical cord even as she dumped a load of powder onto it. Johnny's comment on the baby's eyes made her look up at the little face, which was trying very hard to focus on Johnny's face now. "You know, um ....most babies have blue eyes when they're born," she offered up from something she'd read years ago. "But Jon and Vicki both have blue eyes, don't they' I don't think she's going to change."

"Well, how am I supposed to know if they're Jon's or Vicki's" They're both blue!" Johnny pointed out. He stroked the little one's cheek gently, in hopes of soothing her with his warm caress. "What do you think our baby would look like?" he asked, curiously, wondering now, imagining a mini-Liv or a mini-Johnny.

"Before or after they spontaneously combust and burn off the nappy?" Liv asked with a faint smile, nudging him teasingly as she wiped the excess cream from her fingers onto the clean diaper and set about taping Emily securely back into the thing. She glanced toward the bedroom door, wondering why Jon and Vicki hadn't come out to see what they were doing to the baby. "I don't know. Every baby is different. But big blue eyes would be nice. Just like their dad."

"They're not going to..." Johnny started, trailing off to chew on his lower lip. Actually, he wasn't quite sure if they would or not. It hadn't quite been determined yet whether his so-called gifts were his alone or could be passed down to the next generation. Thus far, baby Franklin had exhibited no extraordinary abilities, other than for inheriting Reed's ability to put Johnny to sleep, but it was probably too soon to tell. "Brown eyes are nice, too," he remarked, being somewhat biased to brown eyes. "Especially if it's a girl."

Liv smiled, hearing the implied compliment with a little thrill as she looked over at him, fingers popping the buttons on the onesie back together again. "You'll be a great dad," she told him fondly, ignoring the fussing coming from the table for a moment as she kissed his cheek. "When we get there." After a moment's hesitation, she scooped Emily up off the table and laid her against her shoulder, patting the freshly changed backside for something to do.

Johnny set the toy down, frowning a little worriedly at Liv as she scooped the baby up. "Maybe. I don't know." He knew Liv would be a great mom, but he wasn't so sure about himself. He was pretty sure about Lucy and Steve. They were perfect. They seemed to do everything right. He idly rolled the toy back and forth, a bit nervously. "We should probably pick a date, you know," he said without looking at her. He'd been meaning to bring it up ever since he'd proposed but didn't want to push her.

She bit her lip, absentmindedly rocking the baby as a pair of gummy lips explored her neck with a distinctly slimy sensation. "I didn't want to mention it," she admitted quietly. "I didn't want to put any pressure on you before you were ready, you know, because ....well, you seem so intense about having enough money for a big wedding, and that takes time to get together." She brushed close, not daring to take either hand off the baby as she touched a kiss to his lips. "Don't worry so much, love. But wouldn't it be lovely to have a summer wedding?"

"A summer wedding?" he echoed, arching brow as her lips parted from his. "You mean like a wedding on the beach during sunset?" It did sound romantic, so long as they were far enough from the waves that he didn't get wet. "It doesn't have to be a big wedding, Liv. I just thought that's what you wanted."

"Yeah, something like that," she smiled, startled but pleased to find that Johnny was on the same page as she was. "I don't need a huge wedding, Johnny. I just ....I'm still sort of stuck on the fairytale, you know? White dress, family, romantic setting, all that. But it doesn't mean I need to have the whole world and his mother there, too." She paused, an interestingly disgusted expression crossing her back. "And I have spit-up rolling down my neck."

"Uh-huh." Liv didn't sound convinced, smirking as she leaned against the dresser, arms folded over her stomach as she watched him with the baby. "And the second she gives you the big eyes and the pout, you'll fold, and we'll be grandparents within the year," she predicted impishly, just to see the reaction. She had a feeling that, of the two of them, she was more likely to be the evil parent than Johnny was.

"What' No! That's what birth control is..." Wait, that implied that his daughter - their daughter - was going to have premarital sex, which he was going to make sure she wasn't. Even though he and Liv were clearly living in sin, but then Johnny was twenty-five years old. He was no pimply teenager. He had, in fact, never been pimply. A teenager, yes, with several girls chasing him. He remembered the first time he'd....No, he banished that thought from his head. His daughter was not having sex until she was at least thirty. Johnny got very quiet as his mind turned on all these thoughts, before a certain little person's smacking lips drew him back. He watched as she screwed her face up, working up to a little mewling cry. "Livvie, you better hurry!" he warned.

"Mmhmm. Something tells me that is a conversation I will be having with any daughters we have," his fiancee giggled softly, glancing down at the bottle warmer as he warned her ahead of time. "I can't exactly convince the machine to hurry it up, sweetheart," she pointed out. "Try distracting her for a bit."

"How am I supposed to do that?" he asked, a hint of Johnny Storm panic in his voice. "Um..." She had sort of liked his singing, hadn't she" That was worth a try. He got to his feet, instinct taking over, rocking her gently in his arms, to and fro, as he sang soft and lo, the first song that popped into his head. His voice was a little off-key, but at least he got points for the effort. "The long and winding road that leads to your door will never disappear; I've seen that road before it always leads me here; Leads me to your door..."

It was rather charming to see Johnny dancing around with a baby who was going to give up on being fascinated with his slightly off-key voice sooner rather than later. Liv found herself suddenly quite close to tears, touched by the sight of a man who'd been terrified of his own nephew settling into soothing their friend's new daughter with ease. Even if he was singing one of those songs she couldn't stand. Turning to the warmer as it dinged, she turned it off, lifting the bottle out to dry it and check the temperature of the milk on her hand. "Okay," she croaked, clearing her throat to chase the threat of mushy tears away. "Okay, we're ready."

Johnny was completely ignorant of the threat of Liv's tears, a little bit lost in the moment as he practiced at being a Daddy. He knew this wasn't their child. Their child would be different, he thought, but no less beautiful. More beautiful because he or she was theirs. They'd get there someday, he promised himself. He'd give Liv everything she wanted and then some, no matter what. He didn't realize she was feeling emotional at all until the crack in her voice gave her away, and he broke off his crooning, lifting his head to look over at the woman he loved with a curiously pointed gaze. "You okay?" he asked, as he turned to face her with the baby in his arms.

The smile she gave him was a little watery, but genuine. "I'm having a mushy moment," she confessed, moving to join him with the warm bottle. "It's just ....You look really natural with her. It suits you." She reached over to tweak his nose fondly, and Emily erupted into a demanding wail.

"I do?" he asked, brows lifting in surprise. Him natural with a baby' She felt good in his arms, warm and soft and needy, but he had no sooner lost himself in the spell when Emily broke it, letting them in no uncertain terms that she was hungry and she was hungry now. He blinked as his nose was tweaked and he went to hand the baby off to Liv, unsure which of them was to accomplish this next task.

"Lucky me," was Liv's quiet complaint as she found herself with an armful of noisy baby. "Goodness me, little madam, what a ridiculous amount of noise when everything's right here!" After a bit of a struggle, the cap of the bottle went flying off across the room, and Liv introduced Emily to her milk, carefully lowering herself to sit down on the couch with a relieved sigh. "I hope we didn't wake them up."

Johnny snorted, unworried if they woke Jon and Vicki up. They were, after all, the baby's parents. "You know what I think, Liv?" he asked, as he went to find the bottle cap that had gone flying across the room. His voice sounded muffled a moment as he bent down to retrieve it from under a chair. "I think we were hoodwinked, that's what I think," he said, not waiting for her reply. "I think they planned on us babysitting all along. After all, you are his assistant."

"What, you don't think they would have just handed her over with a bag if that was the plan?" she asked with a half-smile, grateful that he'd gone looking for the cap. And grateful that Cosmo hadn't decided to tell on them by waking up his master and complaining that someone else was feeding the puppy. "This is Vicki we're talking about, you know. She's not one for subterfuge." She glanced down at a strangely dry sucking sound coming from the teat of the bottle, and found that Emily had sucked it flat and was still sucking. "Hey, silly girl, that's not going to work," she chuckled softly, taking the opportunity to adjust her arm onto the big cushion beside herself as she broke the air-tight seal the baby had made in her own mouth.

"No, I guess not," Johnny replied thoughtfully as he came up for air, his hand closed around the found cap. He'd only been kidding, after all, but he wondered how long the other couple might expect them to remain on duty. It wasn't as if they had any plans for the day. It just felt a little strange that they'd been trusted in such a way, or that he'd been trusted. No one had ever really given him that kind of trust back home. It was his turn to watch while Liv took her turn tending the baby. As nervous as they both were, she seemed as natural with Emily as he had, both of them relaxing now that they were no longer being watched by anyone but the dog. It felt strangely domestic to be here, and he got a small sense of what it was like to live here at Maple Grove, with family close by, a beloved dog, a wife, a child. Johnny felt a twinge of jealousy, not because he wanted Jon's life exactly, but because he wanted all those things, too, and knew he'd never have all of them.

Perhaps not never. There was a nebulous agreement between the Torch and his shy fiancee that Rhy'Din wasn't going to be forever, and though she hadn't mentioned it to him, Liv was pretty sure when they eventually chose to return to Earth, they would settle in New York. Near Sue and Reed, and Lucy and Steve. And, of course, they'd already told each other that a pet was the next logical step. Make sure they could keep an animal alive, in good health, and happy, before even considering trying it with a baby. "This feels so strange," she said suddenly, looking up at Johnny with her soft half-smile. "Not bad, exactly, just ....strange. Different." There was a pause, and she added, "Don't let me forget to add babysitting onto my invoice at the end of the month."

"You should add it to your resume, too," he remarked, the spell broken, his thoughts drifting away. Part of him missed New York. New York was home, but there was a part of him that belonged here, too. He'd made a few friends here, Vicki and Jon among them. What would happen when and if they left' Would they missed or forgotten" Were they missed or forgotten back home" He felt his mood turning, and he didn't want that, didn't want Liv to know how homesick he felt sometimes. He needed this time in Rhy'Din to find himself, to figure out who he was and what he wanted, to learn to live his own life without Sue and Reed constantly telling him what to do. It was strange, yes. Different. But it was all part of life, and at twenty-five years old, Johnny Storm was finally growing up.

Liv laughed quietly, so wrapped up in the tiny baby in her arms that she had missed the dip in his mood. A grumble from Emily's stomach made her frown thoughtfully, before some half-remembered bit of advice from years ago came back to her. Drawing the bottle from between the little girl's lips, she shifted the baby gently up onto her shoulder, rubbing her back in circular motions for a moment or two before patting her softly. Soft brown eyes turned toward Johnny once again. "What do you think, should we finish this, put her down to sleep, and run for it?"

As if Cosmo sensed that Johnny needed company, he lifted his head curiously, before getting up and padding up to hop up on the couch beside the Torch and the new "puppy". "At least you don't have to worry about making these decisions. You just eat, sleep, and play. No worries, no decisions," Johnny said to the dog, whose ears lifted curiously at one of his favorite humans. Johnny turned back to Emily, furrowing his brows as he tried to sort out how to get the nipple out of her mouth before she started sucking on air.

From the hallway came the sound of Liv speaking quietly into her phone, the door open just enough to offer a glimpse of her as she paced back and forth in her tights on the polished floor. She seemed excited - not nervous or worried, but truly excited about something - a feeling that lasted as she hung up the phone and slipped back inside, wearing a grin that seemed to be in danger of eating her nose.

By the time she got back, Johnny had Emily on his shoulder and was gently patting her back to coax a few burps out of her, her eyes dropping closed sleepily, soaking up his warmth, while Cosmo rested his head against Johnny's lap, doing the same. Johnny seemed to have things well in hand, two burps elicited from the little one before she started drifting off. He looked up Liv rejoined him, arching a brow at the grin on her face. "You're up to something," he said, knowing her a little too well.

She utterly failed to wipe the grin off her face, but her eyes snapped wide as innocently as possible. "Only a little something," she attempted to appear ingenuous through the secretive mischief radiating from her. "And it's a surprise, so no poking for more information, okay' Do as you're told for once, and it'll be awesome." She stuck her tongue out at him in the midst of doing that silly impression of him, and knelt on the couch, reaching over to scratch Cosmo's ears fondly.

Johnny eyed her suspiciously. He knew her well enough to know something was up, but he wasn't quite sure what. He smiled as a thought came to mind, which might not be even close to what she was planning, but one could hope. "I know! You bought a French Maid costume! Or....Oh! Are we going for ice cream?" he asked, hopefully, thinking only of those things that brought him immediate gratification, a silly grin on his face.

She offered him a secretive smile, although it was a pretty good bet that now they'd be going for ice cream since he'd put the idea in her head. "I'm not telling," she told him with a soft laugh. "You'll just have to wait and see. It'll take maybe a week to sort out, so you're going to have to be patient."

"You know what this place needs" It needs Dippin' Dots. They're like little balls of ice cream that melt on your tongue." He would have demonstrated but his hands were too busy burping a baby. "They take longer to melt than regular ice cream." The grin faded a little as she hinted that the surprise wasn't going to happen for another week yet. "Oh, it's not ice cream then." He pouted. Maybe she was adopting a dog"

"Well, I'll have to see what I can do about fulfilling the immediate desire, then," she grinned, leaning over to kiss his brow. "Stop pouting, anyone would think I just stepped on your pet gerbil." She winked teasingly at him, leaning into the back of the couch to take a look at the baby girl sleeping on his shoulder. "I think she's all done in for now, you know."

"I don't have a pet gerbil," he pointed out helpfully, his brow smoothing out at her kiss. And he wasn't sure he really wanted one either. A dog was another matter. He couldn't really see himself having a cat, unless it was Catwoman. "Is she?" he asked, almost forgetting about the baby who was resting against his shoulder. He glanced down at her, smiling warmly, lowering his voice. "I think she's asleep."

Liv smiled fondly, pleased to see that her little subterfuge had already pulled Johnny out of his dip in mood, and would hopefully keep him guessing until she had all the details sorted. "So, do you want to risk the wrath of the sleeping parents, or wait until they wake up?" she asked softly, glancing toward the closed bedroom door. There was no doubt by now - Jon and Vicki were definitely asleep themselves.

"What if they sleep for another eight hours?" Johnny asked, with a worried frown. As much as he enjoyed playing babysitter, he didn't really want to spend all day doing it, not now that the possibility of ice cream was on the day's to-do list. Besides, they had to eat and sleep sometime, too. He glanced thoughtfully at the bedroom. "Should we sneak her into bed" But what if they're....you know..." Cosmo lifted his head and glanced toward the bedroom, as if he was reading Johnny's mind.

Liv looked absolutely horrified at the thought that had wandered through Johnny's mind. "Three days after she gave birth?" she asked in a vaguely disgusted voice. "That's ....Johnny, you do know women bleed for at least three weeks after giving birth, right' As well as, you know, being more than a bit loose and, well ....knackered."

He made a face, not really having known that, but now he did. "Yeah, of course, I knew that," he replied, in an attempt to cover-up his ignorance. "But that doesn't mean they aren't....you know....naked....or....um..." He frowned, trailing off. "Why don't you go take a peek and I'll wait here with the baby?"

"I'm not going to peek in on my boss and his wife!" Liv laughed softly, shaking her head. What if they were canoodling" "Send Cosmo, he can warn them ahead of time."

"Cosmo will wake them," Johnny replied. He thought it might be better if they snuck the baby into bed and then snuck out, but maybe they should let someone know they were leaving first. Maybe sending Cosmo in was the better idea. They wouldn't get angry at him, would they' "Okay, you send him in. I've got the baby!" He smiled up at her, using the baby as an excuse again; besides, Jon was her boss. He was just along for the ride.

Rolling her eyes, Liv sucked it up with a sigh. "Fine, I'll go," she muttered, sticking her tongue out at him with a faint smirk. "If I'm horribly murdered for waking one of them up, you know who to blame." Smirking, she moved to the bedroom door, leaving Cosmo where he was, and gently knocked before turning the handle, calling softly through the gap to the sleeping couple in the room beyond. "Jon' Vicki?"

Johnny smiled smugly, and why not' He had charmed the little Granger, Liv had a surprise in store for him, and they were going for ice cream. Life didn't get much better than this, even if not long ago, he was feeling moody. Cosmo watched from the couch, too lazy to get up, and too busy guarding his charge. No movement came from inside the bedroom, but a muffled grunt from Jon, both of them exhausted and out like a light.

Pausing in the doorway, Liv looked over her shoulder at Johnny, gesturing for him to join her. "Bring her in," she told him quietly. "Her basket is by the bed." She knocked again, a little more sharply, and called to the half of the couple that had stirred as she ventured further inside. "Jon' Wake up a moment, it's Liv." Beside the sleeping actor, his wife didn't even stir, apparently even more exhausted than he was, despite her refusal to admit it.

Jon pried one bleary eye open. He'd been awake off and on except for a few brief naps for a couple of days now and it was starting to catch up with him. Thankfully, he and Vicki were completely clothed, having passed out cold in bed, without having meant to. Realizing what had happened, he rolled over, carefully and quietly so as not to wake Vicki. "Sh*t, Liv. I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." He shoved a hand through his hair as he rolled to his feet, just as Johnny peeked a head in the doorway, with Emily contentedly asleep in his arms.