Joy continues her battle with Will, and the rest of the group gather in the kitchen.

Matthew stands in the far corner of the kitchen near the windows that overlook the side of the garden and holds Isaiah with his head resting on his shoulder.

Hope glances at the baby from where she stands at the prep sink rinsing the dinner dishes and loading the dishwasher.  As Isaiah starts to rub his eyes, Hope hurries to finish.

Jemma is seated on the loveseat in the center of the kitchen, trying to catch Matthew's eye and failing.

"We shouldn't wait for Joy.  She could be on the phone for hours," Matthew said.

Matthew walks to the stove, removes the whistling tea kettle from the burner, and then turns to Jemma.

"Would you hold him for a moment?"

Jemma nods reluctantly, and they make the exchange.

Isaiah immediately begins to wail and turns toward Hope.  He reaches out one small hand toward her, and Hope approaches the two of them.

Hope holds his tiny hand, gives it a quick kiss, and he starts to settle down.

"Isaiah, you look sleepy.  Are you tired?" Hope asks.

Isaiah rubs his eyes again.

"Here, Hope, why don't you take him.  Since he's had such a big day already," Jemma says as she eagerly hands Isaiah to Hope.

"It's getting late, and it's past his bedtime," Matthew says as he reaches for a bottle in the refrigerator and puts it into the microwave.

"Hope, you probably want to get him ready for bed.  Don't you?  That will give Matthew and I some time to get to know one another better," Jemma says.

Hope looks at Matthew with a question in her eyes.

"Hope, do you mind getting our little guy settled in for the night?" Matthew asks.

Hope smiles as she takes the bottle from Matthew.

"I'll pop by in a bit and say goodnight to him before I leave for the hospital.  I mean I'll say goodnight to both of you, of course," Matthew says.

Hope leaves the two of them alone, and as she walks up the steps with Isaiah she takes one last look at the two of them.  They are both seated on the loveseat together as Matthew eyes another of Jemma's cupcakes, plated in front of him.

"Isaiah, keep holding on.  Keep holding on," Hope whispers as they enter the nursery again.