"She was scared t'death when she found out she was with child," he says. "Worried what her family would think...of the fact that I was the father. I don't think they liked me much, other than gettin' Yen out of Murphy's employ."

As her fingers slide across his skin, it occasionally jumps and shivers at the contact - but not in a bad way.

Doc thinks.

"She taught me how to speak Chinese...sort of. I was never really any good at it...just knew enough t'git by if I needed to give her parents a message, or somethin'. That was hard. I never quite knew was people were sayin', sometimes...she'd translate, but it was still strange. She hated my guns, so I kept 'em in a drawer of the dresser...drove me crazy for awhile, not havin' them on me. I got used to it."

Another brief pause.

"She loved Jonathan with all she had, though. He looked like her more than he did me. I think sometimes she was grateful that he wasn't blonde...I know she would have loved him just as much if he had been, though."