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Seeing the effect those few words had on him, Abby shook her head in admiration.

"Jake," she marveled, "how can you be so happy with so little?"

"What are you talking about?" he puzzled. "I have you, don't I?"

"Always."

"That explains it then," smiled Jake, shutting his eyes once more. "Do you mind if I take a small nap before we tackle those moving boxes?" he yawned. "I can barely keep my eyes open."

With one nursing in her arms, and the other grasping the edge of her blouse, both Murphy men were soon fast asleep.

When Jake woke up, he didn't know how long he had been slumbering. He only knew that it was still dark outside and the light on the nightstand was still on. Getting out of bed, Jake checked the crib and found Ricky sound asleep.

In the living room, Jake discovered Abby busily sorting through her stuff, and marking boxes with a small list of their contents on the tops and sides.

"That's going to be helpful," said Jake, looking to see what else she had finished.

"I didn't mean to wake you up," regretted Abby.

"You didn't," he assured her.

"You don't understand," she smiled, "I started working five minutes ago. I've been in the bedroom with you and Ricky for the past two hours, trying not to move so I wouldn't disturb your rest!"

Jake laughed and grabbed her about the waist.

"I must have missed you in my sleep," he smiled, giving Abby a tender kiss before letting her go. "Do you want me to fix some coffee?" he offered, as she returned to the boxes with her pen.

"That would be great," nodded Abby, thankful for his company, and for the boost to her senses. It was late, but this needed to be done, if they were going to stay on their moving schedule.

All night, and through the entire morning, Jake and Abby worked. Not only were her belongings sorted and packed, but all the household boxes were labeled and neatly organized. After a quick lunch in their kitchen, Abby collapsed onto the bed and wearily fell asleep. Jake removed her shoes, and lay down beside her, quickly following her example. They had finished most of the packing, and the rest they could easily finish tomorrow, before the moving trailer was rented and loaded.

Later that afternoon, John knocked on the front door of the little yellow house. When no one answered, he went home to report to the others.

"I think they're sleeping," he informed Izumi and Terry, as his wife placed a triplet into the playpen. "Their light was on all night, so they must be exhausted."

"I wish they had asked us to help," sighed Terry, who would've been more than happy to lend a hand.

"You know our Abby," remarked John, "and her independent streak. It's a wonder she lets Jake help her-- let alone us!"

"I still can't believe they're actually leaving," said Izumi, trying very hard not to cry again. John had held her all night while she wept into his arms, and now that it was morning, her courage was fading. As she burst into tears, John went to her side to comfort his grieving wife.

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