After a little fussing....okay a lot of fussing, Fred finally allowed himself to be put in his bassinet, the pacifier in his mouth and he fell asleep. Finally. Coming back out and into the kitchen, George wound his arms around his fiancee's waist. "Took a while, but he's asleep." He pressed himself against her back, pressing his face into her hair. God, they hadn't been this close in a while, too preoccupied with business and the baby and all that.