-1Connor and Murphy pulled into the convenience store parking lot after they had taken out a couple local criminals, chief amongst them a known child-molester that the system had let out on bail only to go back to his usual lifestyle. It had been entirely too satisfying for the brothers when they put two bullets through the bastard's head. Their gloves had gotten pretty mucked up by the blood splatter, but their coats were practically clean. This was a good thing because they had to stop to grab a few things before they went home, and they didn't want to waste time un-holstering their weapons and putting them away in the trunk.

They had been home from Ireland for quite a few months, and the girls had raised the long distance bill through the roof so they could keep in touch with Kit and Bel. But the delight on the women's faces was well-worth it for the brothers. In fact, the last few months seemed to have been dedicated to their happiness. Honeymoon, home-coming… the works. But in the end, everyone was glad to back to the small house that had gone from being just Julie's to everybody's. Soon after that, Connor and Murphy had gone back to their usual business, surprisingly with little complaint from the girls.

The brothers got out of the car and walked into the gas station to grab the few things they had needed. Murphy headed straight for the freezers in the back while Connor traversed the aisles aimlessly. He happened upon a jar of peanut butter and it made him smile. They were running low at the house, so he grabbed it just as the store's entrance bell rang again. Connor looked up and saw a man in a black hoodie step inside. Glancing at the cashier, he saw the woman eye the man wearily. Suddenly, the man pulled out a gun and thrust the barrel into the woman's face, demanding all the money in the cash register.

Murphy had already come up behind Connor with his purchases in a small basket. Both men drew their guns, having gone unnoticed by the robber. He was still screaming for the money as the frightened cashier tried to open the register with shaky hands. When they were close enough, Murphy reached out and hit the man over the head with the side of his gun. He went down on one knee with a scream of pain. The woman became even more frightened as she saw two more men waving weapons around.

"It's alright, miss," Connor assured, knocking the man into a prone position on the floor and putting a knee into his back.

"Are ye okay," Murphy asked her, raising a hand and putting his gun away slowly.

The woman seemed to calm considerably, putting a hand on her chest as if to slow her racing heart. "I'll be fine. Not the first time this has happened."

Both men looked up at her curiously. "Same guy?"

"I think," the woman answered, then nodded vehemently as she looked over the counter at him. "Yes. He's hit the store a few times in the past months. He killed one of the clerks while I was helping out last month."

"We'll take care a 'im," Connor nodded.

"You guys," the woman said suspiciously. "You're the Saints, aren't you?"

Connor and Murphy glanced at each other, before Murphy gave a bit of a smile. "Not somethin' we like ta go 'round advertisin'."

"I won't tell a soul," she promised.

With one more glance to his brother, Connor said "Thank ye. We appreciate it."

He knocked the robber over the head one more time before pulling him to his feet. Murphy awkwardly came toward the counter, but the woman actually smirked at him when she saw the contents of his basket.

"Ice cream and pickles," she asked.

Murphy nodded ruefully, but the woman just smiled wider. "You quite possibly saved my life. There's no way I'm going to charge you for that."

"You won't get in trouble," he questioned.

The woman assured him that she wouldn't, and he gave another quick thanks before joining his brother outside. Connor had dragged the robber behind the trash corral, and he had him kneeling in a puddle of some dark liquid. Murphy joined his brother behind the man, reciting their family prayer in perfect unison. The gunshots were muffled by the silencers before the man fell forward to the ground. Connor had the honors of turning him over and placing the pennies over his eyes. When he stood, he clapped his hand on Murphy's shoulder.

"Let's get home 'fore yer ice cream melts," Connor smiled.

"Fuck ye, Conn," Murph replied, even though he laughed.

They got back in the car and made their way home. The light was on in the living room of the house despite the late hour. When they got inside, they found Jayne sitting on the couch watching TV. She stood as they came in, smiling and reaching her hands for Murphy. With a grin on his face, he opened his arms to hug her, but Jayne was more interested in the food in his hand. Connor laughed as she shunned his hug for the jar of pickles, popping it open and grabbing one out to crunch on.

"Well, don't I feel loved," Murphy pouted playfully.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Jayne said sympathetically, wrapping an arm around his neck and kissing his cheek. She pulled away and wiped some pickle juice off his face. "I was just really hungry. I'm so glad you're home though."

Murphy chuckled at her, running his hand over her rounded stomach. "Well, I do have ta keep me girl well-fed."

"Not to mention your growing little boy," she winked, pressing her hand over his as his fingers spanned the swell.

"Wait," Murphy said, eyes lighting up. "Was that a kick I felt?"

Connor came over and shook his head at his brother with a huge smile. "Bit too early fer that yet, Murph."

"Connor's right," Jayne nodded, brushing her fingers over Murphy's face. He kissed them gently and pulled her in to brush his lips over her face.

Connor felt this was an excellent time to give them some privacy, especially since Jayne had been having strong cravings lately for things other than food. He slipped into his and Julie's bedroom. She was asleep, laying prone on the bed after a long day's work at the bakery no doubt. Her back was bared to the world, and as he came over to sit on the edge of the mattress beside her, he realized that she was entirely naked, just half covered by the thin bed sheet.

The temptation was just too much for him, and he found himself sliding his finger gently down her spine, leaning down to press his lips against her shoulder blade. Julie gave a muffled mewling sound, undulating her back before her eyes opened.

"Connor-kun," she whispered with a smile. "That had better be you."

"Aye," he chuckled against her skin, hand sliding down further and pulling the sheet along with it.

"Welcome home," she giggled, turning over and pulling the sheet with her to cover herself.

Months into the marriage and she was still modest and bashful. It made Connor smiled. He leaned down again and kissed her lips softly, bringing his legs up on the bed so that he was laying beside her with one arm draped around her waist. She kissed him back before she noticed the bag in his hand.

"What's that," she asked, twisting her head around to grab the bag. He chuckled as she opened it and looked inside. Pulling out the jar of peanut butter, she gave him his favorite sexy smirk of hers. "Feeling a bit naughty tonight, are we, Mr. MacManus?"

"Always with ye, darlin'," he smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

She kissed back for a moment before pulling away, putting a hand on his chest to stop any more of his advances. "There's a few things I'd like to discuss with you before we start anything and you make me forget them."

"Alright," he rolled his eyes with a playful sigh. "What is it, love?"

"A," she began as she reached over him to put the jar of peanut butter on the bedside table. "I spoke with Bel today."

"Ye do almost everyday, sweetheart," he replied with a laugh. "How's Daniele?"

"Fine, but that's not the point," Julie said, playfully flicking his nose. "My point is, she told me that Liam finally proposed to Kit, but they got married at the magistrate's office without the big ceremony."

"Unconventional," Connor nodded approvingly.

"I know," Julie smiled. "And on their modest honeymoon, they're going to stop by here for a few days."

"Fair 'nough," Connor shrugged.

"Which leads me to B," Julie continued. "You know I appreciate everything you and Murphy have ever done for me and Jayne, but with the baby coming and… well, we might need to start looking at bigger houses."

"Murph an' I are bein' very responsible," Connor replied. "We've already started looking'."

Julie smiled so brightly Connor thought she lit up the room. "You and Murphy are going to be excellent fathers."

"Let's hope so," he laughed, leaning in to kiss the corner of her lips, but she stilled against him, pressing him back with a hand against his chest again.

"Which leads me to C," she said quietly, looking very nervous as she worried her lower lip with her teeth. "Do you remember a couple months ago when I got strep-throat and the doctor had me on all those antibiotics that you kept insisting I take?"

"Aye," Connor nodded. "What about it, Julie-dear?"

"Well," she looked down at her hands, the reached over to grab his fingers, not meeting his gaze. "Did you know that antibiotics kind of cancel out birth control pills?"

He looked at her down-turned face for a long moment before his eyes widened in realization. With a goofy grin, he hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face to look at her. "Julie?"

She nodded slightly, pressing his fingers to her stomach as she looked into his eyes expectantly. Connor gave a triumphant laugh and kissed her full on the lips. The kiss deepened for a few long moments before Julie pulled away, panting a little with her eyes half-lidded. They both smiled as she whispered "Oh, we are so going to have to stock up on pickles and peanut butter."

End.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has stuck around to the end of this story, especially those of you who have reviewed and kept me on my toes about it. Hope the ending wasn't too unsatisfying, I love to leave stories off on positive notes! ;) If there is an overwhelming demand, I'll consider a fourth, but I'm not really expecting it. That being the case, I will do my darndest to come up with some more ideas for additional BDS fics for everyone to enjoy (or hate with a fiery passion, whichever the case may be)

Lots of love and hugs to everyone!

Sithy