Post by RMT-Mod-Kara on Sept 17, 2016 19:40:19 GMT -5
The drive home from Viv's was dark and lonely. He was beginning to think he should have taken her up on the offer for the cup of coffee for the road. He didn't understand how a girl like her was still single. She had everything he would have been looking for were he single - she was intelligent, she was drop dead gorgeous and she seemed to be attentive to what other people needed. He liked that, liked that she was kind and gentle.
She was somewhat of a contrast with his own wife - though he knew that Kristen had the capacity for the kind and gentle part. He'd been the recipient of it at times. But she was also quick to fire. He smiled at that thought. Kristen was hot tempered part of what made her amazing in the privacy of their bedroom. Part of him hoped she was awake when he got home and he wouldn't have to deal with the guilt associated with waking her up for a romp in bed. Of course, part of the guilt he was certain was going to be that his arousal wasn't because of something she did ... but rather the girl he'd just spend almost 18 hours with.
Parking his car, he slid out and headed into the apartment he shared with his family. He was quiet as he moved through he small home, but smiled knowing that within the next 12 months he'd be showing her the finished house.
A few hours later, the smell of bacon cooking drifted throughout the apartment, tickling the sleeping Tyler's nose.
Even with getting to bed late and being woken in the middle of the night by her husband, Kristen had managed to get up early--before the boys had woken--and started to get some things done around the house before she left for work for the day. She had two interviews for the manager's position, one at ten and the other at eleven-thirty, that she needed to conduct and hiring someone to help her and Kate around the store was priority number one.
After starting a load of laundry and doing up the dishes, she felt a craving for bacon and--finding a pack in the freezer and defrosting it in the microwave--after a few minutes she found herself frying a pound of it on the stove, along with eggs and French toast and had another pot of fresh coffee brewing in the pot. With the mixture of potent, delicious smells wafting from the kitchen and through the rest of the house, she wasn't surprised to hear her husband shuffle into the kitchen in his boxer shorts, still looking his exhausted.
She looked over at him and smiled at how adorable he was with bed-head and looking all groggy.
"Morning, Hot Pants. Late night?" she said, teasing.
Tyler shuffled into the kitchen, the smells having roused him from sleep. He stepped up behind his wife, quiet for a few moments as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his face into her neck, "Hmm mmm...extremely late night...or was it an early morning?" He softly kissed her cheek and then moved to pull down a couple of plates and coffee cups. He left the plates on the counter and went right for the coffee.
Leaning against the counter, he started to drink his coffee grateful that she was up and so alert already. "Breakfast smells great..." While she finished cooking, he retrieved silverware out of the drawer, napkins were put on the table. Then he noticed the mound of bacon, "You um...hungry for bacon this morning?"
"Maybe I am," Kristen replied, taking one of the plates and lining it with paper towels to soak up the bacon grease.
"So, you were in a rare mood this morning?" she said, broaching the subject of their 4 a.m. lovemaking. "Especially after, what, eighteen or nineteen hours of class and working at the hospital? By the way, how'd the surgery go?"
He smiled as he dropped into the chair, "Can't a guy miss his girl when he's been away from her for 18 hours?" It was true, he had missed her, though he'd missed her even more as the night had worn on. "You get new PJs or something?" His eyes moved over her back side and he felt a familiar sensation. He quickly took a drink of more coffee and stood to get a refill, "The surgery was really long...the twins seem to be stable. I'll know more this morning when we do our rounds with the class."
"The boys have a good day yesterday?" he poured the coffee into his mug and stood next to her while they talked, his desire to just be close to her overpowering his need to sit.
"Yeah, Charlie said they were really good," she said, picking the crispy bacon up with a fork and setting it on the plate nearby. "She called me at work to tell me she thinks Jake is developing a diaper rash, so I stopped by the pharmacy and picked up some ointment. It's in the side pocket of the diaper bag and there's another tube on the changing table if you need it."
"I'll check him when I go in to change them this morning," he replied to her statement about the diaper rash. He laughed lightly, noting that she ignored his question about her PJs, "So how's the shop?"
He grabbed a couple of things to start packing himself a lunch and the things they'd need for the boys' day.
"It's all right," she said with a shrug, putting the pan into the sink before she started dishing up the eggs, French toast and bacon onto plates and set on in front of Tyler's usual seat at the table. "I've got a couple of interviews for the manager position, so, hopefully we'll have that filled shortly. Oh! And you'll never guess who came into the shop. That girl from Brock and Simon's tape, you know, the one that's all over the tabloids. She was looking for some lacy, red lingerie."
In all honesty, he wasn't sure he remembered which girl she was talking about, but he nodded and smiled anyway, "Interviews are good. I know you and Kate seem to be stretched pretty thin." He put a few things on his plate, "The girl from the tape? Should I even ask how that visit go?" Settling into a seat, he leaned forward waiting on her to join him before he started to eat.
"I told her to get the hell out of my store," she replied, sliding into her seat at the table and scooping up a forkful of eggs. "Shi-, fowgot de sywup," she said with her mouth full, standing up again to go to the fridge.
His brows perked and he watched her hurry to the fridge to get the syrup, "Kristen, are you alright?" He looked at all the food she'd cooked and then her. Maybe this wasn't as odd as it seemed to him, but he didn't know when she had become Paula Dean.
She gave him an incredulous look as she turned away from the fridge with the syrup in hand. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" she said, after swallowing her eggs. She went back to her seat and drenched her French toast in syrup, letting it ooze over onto her bacon and scrambled eggs.
"No reason, I've just don't think I've ever seen you so hungry," he glanced at her before he started to eat his own food. Or maybe he had seen her this hungry and that possibility wasn't something he was willing to entertain now with her.
"What? You have too. Heck, you've seen me hungrier. The whole time I was...."
She stopped dead in the middle of the thought and her face paled. "You don't think?" she said, her gaze falling to her stomach. Her smooth stomach that was just now starting to flatten out again after....
"Oh my God. You think I might be...."
He mood suddenly shifted. Dropping her fork down on her plate with a loud clank, she pushed her plate away from her. "Goddammit, Tyler! I told you! I told you this would happen! The boys aren't even six-months-old yet!"
Tyler couldn't help himself, maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that he was getting sex fairly regularly now. Hell, he'd gotten it last night after waking her up out of a dead sleep. "Yeah but look how HAPPY we are, baby!" He knew the minute it was out of his mouth that THAT was NOT the right thing to say.
He immediately tried to diffuse the situation, "Kris, no...wait, I don't think you're ... No, I don't think that's it all...maybe just a little nutritional imbalance or something..."
"I'm pregnant."
She said finally saying the word aloud, the word she'd been dreading. It wasn't that she didn't ever want to have more children, just not right now. The boys weren't even half-a-year-old yet and she'd just gotten back to work and they were just finally getting used to taking care of two babies.
"Goddammit," she said again. Not feeling hungry anymore, she picked up her plate and emptied it into the trash then leaned up against the counter, folding her arms across her chest as she narrowed her mouth into a pout and staring at her grinning husband.
"Oh, don't you even look happy about this," she scolded him. "I told you this would happen. But, no, Kristen doesn't know anything. I just overreact."
She frowned and shook her head.
"I hate you," she said, still pouting. She didn't mean it. But it still felt good to say it.
"Kristen, you don't know if you're pregnant or not," Tyler watched her and couldn't hide the half smirk half smile that had snaked across his face. "I'm not smiling! See?" He made a show of puckering his lips slightly an a vain effort not to smile.
He stood when she scolded him and closed the distance between them, pinning her to the counter, "Come on, you don't mean that. You know it was good last night..." He wiggled his eyebrows, "I love you, Kristen. If you are or if you aren't we'll handle it, same as always." He kissed her nose.
"You're loving this!" she accused. His weak attempt to keep from smiling did little to win her over. It only made his smile that much bigger when he failed.
"I'm gonna blow up like friggin' hot air balloon and you couldn't be happier!"
She pushed against his chest weakly as if she were trying to shove him away from her but was too defeated to put much effort into it. "Get away from me," she still pouted. "I'm mad at you."
He stepped back slightly but quickly closed the distance between them, playfully pouting slightly, "Aww, you won't blow up like a hot air balloon. Maybe a Macy's float, but not a hot air balloon." He chuckled lightly at his own joke, "I'm sorry..that was ... not even funny."
"We could have celebratory sex..." he grinned at her. "And then when we find out whether you are or aren't...we can do it again."
"Oh no! You can just put that thing away, buster. If I'm pregnant again, I'm not letting that thing near me again until the boys are driving and have pimples," she said, looking him in the eye. She tried to hate him. She tried so hard to hate him right then. But she couldn't. Even his bad jokes couldn't make her hate him. He was ecstatic at the possibility that she might be having another baby, that they might be having another baby. And as much as she tried to hate him for it, the way he looked when he was beside himself with glee was too adorable.
But she could still be mad. Yeah, mad was good.
She shook her head at him again. "You're not even trying, are you?" she said.
"Oh, I'm trying..I'm trying real hard, Kris," his lips caressed hers softly. "I'll take care of the boys. Why don't you go shower and get dressed...unless of course you want company this morning in the shower? Then I'm happy to give you a hand...or two..."
She narrowed her eyes at him in a dramatic--too dramatic--glare. He was enjoying this. He was loving it, relishing it. The angrier she tried to be, the happier it seem to make him. Maybe he was delirious. That had to be it. He was out of his mind. Lack of sleep made people crazy, right? That had to be the problem. Her husband was suffering from temporary insanity. And that stupid, ridiculous smile he kept giving her. It was infuriating, frustrating, and totally cute--which is what made it so damn infuriating. She was trying to be mad at him and he kept grinning at her like a giddy school boy.
What was worse was that he knew it. She knew he knew it. He knew the more he smiled, the more he beamed that stupid, bright, annoying, adorable smile at her, the more she'd eventually give in and stop being mad. But she wasn't going to stop being mad. No siree, she was going to be mad. She was determined to stay mad. She'd show him! She didn't care how cute he was...or sexy...or...
God, she loved him.
Crap! she thought to herself. No, she couldn't think that. Not right now. Right now, she was mad! That's it. Mad. Angry. No, she was furious! That's what she was. She hated him. Yeah, she hated him.
"I hate you," she said again as she stepped around him on her way to the bathroom.
Oh, who was she kidding...?
He let her move next to him but he grabbed her before she could get too far and pulled her into his arms. His lips found hers and he kissed her furiously. He loved her, it didn't matter how pissed off she was at him or how many times she declared her hate. He knew better. She just needed to be kissed and kissed with determination.
As soon as he was certain she'd been thoroughly kissed, he released her, "Better go get that shower before I call Charlie to come get the boys, you miss opening the shop and I play hookie."
"You wouldn't dare," she said, still glaring at him even as he had his arms around her and had given her one helluva kiss. Her lips were still tingling.
"I wouldn't?" Tyler thought for a moment and then raised a challenging brow before responding, "Let me find my phone." He smirked, "I'll get notes from someone...and I'll even call Kate for you...but hell yes, I'd do it if it meant I get to spend all day in bed with you." He moved to start finding his phone, but he kept one arm around her narrow waist.
"Do you know how hard it is to leave when you're standing there looking at all hot and bothered like you do right now?"
Her face paled. Oh, he was going to do it all right.
Crap!
Her eyes immediately started darting around the kitchen, looking for his phone, determined to find it before he did. Then, she remembered, she'd seen it in the living room when she'd gotten up earlier--a benefit of having gotten up before he did, it seemed. The question was, how did she get to it. With his arm still around her, the minute she made a move he'd just tighten his hold on her and keep her in place if she tried to run off.
Think fast. Think fast. Think fast.
Her eyes dropped to his bare feet and a wicked grin snaked across her lips.
Waiting until his head was turned, Kristen jammed her heel onto his big toe hard.
Once his arm fell away from her waist, she skittered out of reach and into the living room, finding his cell phone sitting on the end table where he'd left it when he'd come earlier that morning and snatched it up. With firmly in her clutches, she held it up to her husband, beaming with pride that she had his phone and he wasn't going to be calling anyone.
"Look what IIIIII found," she taunted.
He was busy looking for his phone when he suddenly felt her heal slam into his toe. The pain momentarily caught him off guard but he was on her heals when she snatched up his phone and started her little victory dance.
Tilting his head slightly, he raised a brow, "You are eager to stay home aren't you? Look at how well you found my phone..." He grinned at her, "That's an even better idea, you call Kate. I'll use the house phone to call Charlie...the sooner she gets here to get the boys the better." He picked up the handset for the house phone and started dialing. "You have no idea how badly I want to..." his face changed expression, "Aunt Charlie! Hey, it's Tyler. Listen...I have a HUGE favor to ask...I know it's early and all."
Dammit!
Think faster. Think faster.
Watching as her husband walked across the room, talking to his aunt, Kristen darted over to the base and unplugged it from the wall, cutting his call short before he could actually say anything important. She then held both the base and his cell phone up triumphantly.
"Neener, neener, neener!" she taunted him again, then took off for the bathroom.
"Did you just..." before he gave any warning he jumped over the couch...okay so it was more like he jumped up on the couch and then sort of ran over the top of it quickly. His hands moved to grab both of her wrists as he laughed, "You're being a very bad girl this morning aren't you?" He pushed against the wall and covered her body with his and kissed her again. She wanted to play hard ball...he could play hardball.
His hand moved upward, until he felt his cell phone clutched desperately in her little hand. He smiled against her lips and pulled out of the kiss, "I'm going to enjoy this...today."
Kristen mimicked his earlier attempt to keep from smiling by puckering her lips together, looking like an idiot in the process. Their fingers were both tightly entwined around the phone, hers trying to maintain her grasp, his trying to pry it away from her, as they stared at each other with their faces mere inches apart, smiling at each other in a tense, playful battle of wills. It was only a matter of time before one of them caved.
She caved.
Smashing her lips against his, Kristen frantically kissed him and released her grip on his cell phone. Embracing him around the neck, she leaped into Tyler's arms. With her heart pounding in her chest, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She heard the sound of his cell phone hitting the floor when he let it go and his arms snaked around her. She smiled against his lips whens he felt his hands cupping her ass to hold her.
"I love you," she said, staring into his big blue eyes.
Tyler hurried dropped the both of them to the floor determined to at least have her now. He kissed her hungrily and pulled back, "I love you...I looooove you...." He pushed the land line phone out of her hand to free up her hands as he slid between her legs. "God...I can't get enough of you."
He'd never been more thankful in his life that there was so little clothing between them. He was already getting his boxers out of the way. "I need you..." his breathing had changed and his voice had taken on a deeper breathy tone. The look on his face was almost primal. He did need her.
Kristen lifted her hips as Tyler pulled off the small athletic shorts she'd put on after getting out of bed that morning and nudged her legs further apart with his knee as she lay on the floor in the middle of the hallway just outside their bathroom. "I know," she said back to him, kissing him all over his face, neck, and shoulders as he settled between her parted legs. She pinched his bare ass playfully.
He couldn't get inside her fast enough, he thrust hard with a determined sense of urgency. The movement giving him some relief from the need he had to devour her.
His hips didn't miss a beat, he was eager to give them both release. "You feel...so good, Kris," he half moaned.
Her breath hitched in her throat when their bodies joined and she felt him pulsing inside of her. He set her senses on fire as he made love to her on the cold hardwood floor of their apartment. Her hands explored his body frantically, anxious to feel every familiar inch of skin, every muscle, under her finger tips. Suddenly, his idea of taking Eli and Jake to daycare then playing hookie from work and school didn't seem all that bad.
She let out a pleasured groan into his mouth as he rolled his hips, then again--this time from disappointment--when they were reminded they weren't alone in the house by a high pitched wail cutting through their own low moans and shoving reality back into their little 'mommy and daddy' time. The wail was quickly joined by another. Eli was awake. And he'd woken up his brother.
He groaned with her, "No...no...let 'em cry for a bit longer. It's good for their lungs." He breathlessly tried to talk her out of rushing to their side. He was so damn hot for her, "Please...please..." He kept his movements going but he knew any moment now she was going to crawl out from under him and go see to the boys and he'd be left raging with need.
The temptation to give in to Tyler's idea was brief, a mere flicker, then disappeared. She couldn't leave her children to scream and cry for her. If they'd been older and just cranky, that would be one thing. But they weren't even six-months-old yet and they weren't cranky, they were hungry.
"We can't," she said, putting her hand on her husband's chest to still his movements. "They need to eat and they have to be changed. Jake has diaper rash, remember?"
Pushing against his chest, Kristen rolled Tyler off of her until he collapsed onto his back on the floor, his boxers down around his ankles then grabbed her shorts and pulled them back over her hips. She didn't get up right away, however, but rather rolled over onto her side and looked into her husband's handsome yet disappointed face. "I'll go to the doctor this afternoon," she said.
Tyler relented the moment he was reminded about the diaper rash. The poor little guy was probably uncomfortable in a wet diaper from overnight. He nodded and smiled at his wife, "Fair enough." He sat up, stealing a quick kiss before he hitched his boxers back up over his naked ass. He stood, "I'll take care of them. Why don't you get your shower?"
And just as easily as that, their hunger was staved off for another time. He padded into the nursery, "Good morning, fellas." He laughed, there was nothing accusatory at all about his tone, "First lesson...we need to work on your timing. Timing is everything. Yes, sir it is."
She was somewhat of a contrast with his own wife - though he knew that Kristen had the capacity for the kind and gentle part. He'd been the recipient of it at times. But she was also quick to fire. He smiled at that thought. Kristen was hot tempered part of what made her amazing in the privacy of their bedroom. Part of him hoped she was awake when he got home and he wouldn't have to deal with the guilt associated with waking her up for a romp in bed. Of course, part of the guilt he was certain was going to be that his arousal wasn't because of something she did ... but rather the girl he'd just spend almost 18 hours with.
Parking his car, he slid out and headed into the apartment he shared with his family. He was quiet as he moved through he small home, but smiled knowing that within the next 12 months he'd be showing her the finished house.
A few hours later, the smell of bacon cooking drifted throughout the apartment, tickling the sleeping Tyler's nose.
Even with getting to bed late and being woken in the middle of the night by her husband, Kristen had managed to get up early--before the boys had woken--and started to get some things done around the house before she left for work for the day. She had two interviews for the manager's position, one at ten and the other at eleven-thirty, that she needed to conduct and hiring someone to help her and Kate around the store was priority number one.
After starting a load of laundry and doing up the dishes, she felt a craving for bacon and--finding a pack in the freezer and defrosting it in the microwave--after a few minutes she found herself frying a pound of it on the stove, along with eggs and French toast and had another pot of fresh coffee brewing in the pot. With the mixture of potent, delicious smells wafting from the kitchen and through the rest of the house, she wasn't surprised to hear her husband shuffle into the kitchen in his boxer shorts, still looking his exhausted.
She looked over at him and smiled at how adorable he was with bed-head and looking all groggy.
"Morning, Hot Pants. Late night?" she said, teasing.
Tyler shuffled into the kitchen, the smells having roused him from sleep. He stepped up behind his wife, quiet for a few moments as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his face into her neck, "Hmm mmm...extremely late night...or was it an early morning?" He softly kissed her cheek and then moved to pull down a couple of plates and coffee cups. He left the plates on the counter and went right for the coffee.
Leaning against the counter, he started to drink his coffee grateful that she was up and so alert already. "Breakfast smells great..." While she finished cooking, he retrieved silverware out of the drawer, napkins were put on the table. Then he noticed the mound of bacon, "You um...hungry for bacon this morning?"
"Maybe I am," Kristen replied, taking one of the plates and lining it with paper towels to soak up the bacon grease.
"So, you were in a rare mood this morning?" she said, broaching the subject of their 4 a.m. lovemaking. "Especially after, what, eighteen or nineteen hours of class and working at the hospital? By the way, how'd the surgery go?"
He smiled as he dropped into the chair, "Can't a guy miss his girl when he's been away from her for 18 hours?" It was true, he had missed her, though he'd missed her even more as the night had worn on. "You get new PJs or something?" His eyes moved over her back side and he felt a familiar sensation. He quickly took a drink of more coffee and stood to get a refill, "The surgery was really long...the twins seem to be stable. I'll know more this morning when we do our rounds with the class."
"The boys have a good day yesterday?" he poured the coffee into his mug and stood next to her while they talked, his desire to just be close to her overpowering his need to sit.
"Yeah, Charlie said they were really good," she said, picking the crispy bacon up with a fork and setting it on the plate nearby. "She called me at work to tell me she thinks Jake is developing a diaper rash, so I stopped by the pharmacy and picked up some ointment. It's in the side pocket of the diaper bag and there's another tube on the changing table if you need it."
"I'll check him when I go in to change them this morning," he replied to her statement about the diaper rash. He laughed lightly, noting that she ignored his question about her PJs, "So how's the shop?"
He grabbed a couple of things to start packing himself a lunch and the things they'd need for the boys' day.
"It's all right," she said with a shrug, putting the pan into the sink before she started dishing up the eggs, French toast and bacon onto plates and set on in front of Tyler's usual seat at the table. "I've got a couple of interviews for the manager position, so, hopefully we'll have that filled shortly. Oh! And you'll never guess who came into the shop. That girl from Brock and Simon's tape, you know, the one that's all over the tabloids. She was looking for some lacy, red lingerie."
In all honesty, he wasn't sure he remembered which girl she was talking about, but he nodded and smiled anyway, "Interviews are good. I know you and Kate seem to be stretched pretty thin." He put a few things on his plate, "The girl from the tape? Should I even ask how that visit go?" Settling into a seat, he leaned forward waiting on her to join him before he started to eat.
"I told her to get the hell out of my store," she replied, sliding into her seat at the table and scooping up a forkful of eggs. "Shi-, fowgot de sywup," she said with her mouth full, standing up again to go to the fridge.
His brows perked and he watched her hurry to the fridge to get the syrup, "Kristen, are you alright?" He looked at all the food she'd cooked and then her. Maybe this wasn't as odd as it seemed to him, but he didn't know when she had become Paula Dean.
She gave him an incredulous look as she turned away from the fridge with the syrup in hand. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" she said, after swallowing her eggs. She went back to her seat and drenched her French toast in syrup, letting it ooze over onto her bacon and scrambled eggs.
"No reason, I've just don't think I've ever seen you so hungry," he glanced at her before he started to eat his own food. Or maybe he had seen her this hungry and that possibility wasn't something he was willing to entertain now with her.
"What? You have too. Heck, you've seen me hungrier. The whole time I was...."
She stopped dead in the middle of the thought and her face paled. "You don't think?" she said, her gaze falling to her stomach. Her smooth stomach that was just now starting to flatten out again after....
"Oh my God. You think I might be...."
He mood suddenly shifted. Dropping her fork down on her plate with a loud clank, she pushed her plate away from her. "Goddammit, Tyler! I told you! I told you this would happen! The boys aren't even six-months-old yet!"
Tyler couldn't help himself, maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that he was getting sex fairly regularly now. Hell, he'd gotten it last night after waking her up out of a dead sleep. "Yeah but look how HAPPY we are, baby!" He knew the minute it was out of his mouth that THAT was NOT the right thing to say.
He immediately tried to diffuse the situation, "Kris, no...wait, I don't think you're ... No, I don't think that's it all...maybe just a little nutritional imbalance or something..."
"I'm pregnant."
She said finally saying the word aloud, the word she'd been dreading. It wasn't that she didn't ever want to have more children, just not right now. The boys weren't even half-a-year-old yet and she'd just gotten back to work and they were just finally getting used to taking care of two babies.
"Goddammit," she said again. Not feeling hungry anymore, she picked up her plate and emptied it into the trash then leaned up against the counter, folding her arms across her chest as she narrowed her mouth into a pout and staring at her grinning husband.
"Oh, don't you even look happy about this," she scolded him. "I told you this would happen. But, no, Kristen doesn't know anything. I just overreact."
She frowned and shook her head.
"I hate you," she said, still pouting. She didn't mean it. But it still felt good to say it.
"Kristen, you don't know if you're pregnant or not," Tyler watched her and couldn't hide the half smirk half smile that had snaked across his face. "I'm not smiling! See?" He made a show of puckering his lips slightly an a vain effort not to smile.
He stood when she scolded him and closed the distance between them, pinning her to the counter, "Come on, you don't mean that. You know it was good last night..." He wiggled his eyebrows, "I love you, Kristen. If you are or if you aren't we'll handle it, same as always." He kissed her nose.
"You're loving this!" she accused. His weak attempt to keep from smiling did little to win her over. It only made his smile that much bigger when he failed.
"I'm gonna blow up like friggin' hot air balloon and you couldn't be happier!"
She pushed against his chest weakly as if she were trying to shove him away from her but was too defeated to put much effort into it. "Get away from me," she still pouted. "I'm mad at you."
He stepped back slightly but quickly closed the distance between them, playfully pouting slightly, "Aww, you won't blow up like a hot air balloon. Maybe a Macy's float, but not a hot air balloon." He chuckled lightly at his own joke, "I'm sorry..that was ... not even funny."
"We could have celebratory sex..." he grinned at her. "And then when we find out whether you are or aren't...we can do it again."
"Oh no! You can just put that thing away, buster. If I'm pregnant again, I'm not letting that thing near me again until the boys are driving and have pimples," she said, looking him in the eye. She tried to hate him. She tried so hard to hate him right then. But she couldn't. Even his bad jokes couldn't make her hate him. He was ecstatic at the possibility that she might be having another baby, that they might be having another baby. And as much as she tried to hate him for it, the way he looked when he was beside himself with glee was too adorable.
But she could still be mad. Yeah, mad was good.
She shook her head at him again. "You're not even trying, are you?" she said.
"Oh, I'm trying..I'm trying real hard, Kris," his lips caressed hers softly. "I'll take care of the boys. Why don't you go shower and get dressed...unless of course you want company this morning in the shower? Then I'm happy to give you a hand...or two..."
She narrowed her eyes at him in a dramatic--too dramatic--glare. He was enjoying this. He was loving it, relishing it. The angrier she tried to be, the happier it seem to make him. Maybe he was delirious. That had to be it. He was out of his mind. Lack of sleep made people crazy, right? That had to be the problem. Her husband was suffering from temporary insanity. And that stupid, ridiculous smile he kept giving her. It was infuriating, frustrating, and totally cute--which is what made it so damn infuriating. She was trying to be mad at him and he kept grinning at her like a giddy school boy.
What was worse was that he knew it. She knew he knew it. He knew the more he smiled, the more he beamed that stupid, bright, annoying, adorable smile at her, the more she'd eventually give in and stop being mad. But she wasn't going to stop being mad. No siree, she was going to be mad. She was determined to stay mad. She'd show him! She didn't care how cute he was...or sexy...or...
God, she loved him.
Crap! she thought to herself. No, she couldn't think that. Not right now. Right now, she was mad! That's it. Mad. Angry. No, she was furious! That's what she was. She hated him. Yeah, she hated him.
"I hate you," she said again as she stepped around him on her way to the bathroom.
Oh, who was she kidding...?
He let her move next to him but he grabbed her before she could get too far and pulled her into his arms. His lips found hers and he kissed her furiously. He loved her, it didn't matter how pissed off she was at him or how many times she declared her hate. He knew better. She just needed to be kissed and kissed with determination.
As soon as he was certain she'd been thoroughly kissed, he released her, "Better go get that shower before I call Charlie to come get the boys, you miss opening the shop and I play hookie."
"You wouldn't dare," she said, still glaring at him even as he had his arms around her and had given her one helluva kiss. Her lips were still tingling.
"I wouldn't?" Tyler thought for a moment and then raised a challenging brow before responding, "Let me find my phone." He smirked, "I'll get notes from someone...and I'll even call Kate for you...but hell yes, I'd do it if it meant I get to spend all day in bed with you." He moved to start finding his phone, but he kept one arm around her narrow waist.
"Do you know how hard it is to leave when you're standing there looking at all hot and bothered like you do right now?"
Her face paled. Oh, he was going to do it all right.
Crap!
Her eyes immediately started darting around the kitchen, looking for his phone, determined to find it before he did. Then, she remembered, she'd seen it in the living room when she'd gotten up earlier--a benefit of having gotten up before he did, it seemed. The question was, how did she get to it. With his arm still around her, the minute she made a move he'd just tighten his hold on her and keep her in place if she tried to run off.
Think fast. Think fast. Think fast.
Her eyes dropped to his bare feet and a wicked grin snaked across her lips.
Waiting until his head was turned, Kristen jammed her heel onto his big toe hard.
Once his arm fell away from her waist, she skittered out of reach and into the living room, finding his cell phone sitting on the end table where he'd left it when he'd come earlier that morning and snatched it up. With firmly in her clutches, she held it up to her husband, beaming with pride that she had his phone and he wasn't going to be calling anyone.
"Look what IIIIII found," she taunted.
He was busy looking for his phone when he suddenly felt her heal slam into his toe. The pain momentarily caught him off guard but he was on her heals when she snatched up his phone and started her little victory dance.
Tilting his head slightly, he raised a brow, "You are eager to stay home aren't you? Look at how well you found my phone..." He grinned at her, "That's an even better idea, you call Kate. I'll use the house phone to call Charlie...the sooner she gets here to get the boys the better." He picked up the handset for the house phone and started dialing. "You have no idea how badly I want to..." his face changed expression, "Aunt Charlie! Hey, it's Tyler. Listen...I have a HUGE favor to ask...I know it's early and all."
Dammit!
Think faster. Think faster.
Watching as her husband walked across the room, talking to his aunt, Kristen darted over to the base and unplugged it from the wall, cutting his call short before he could actually say anything important. She then held both the base and his cell phone up triumphantly.
"Neener, neener, neener!" she taunted him again, then took off for the bathroom.
"Did you just..." before he gave any warning he jumped over the couch...okay so it was more like he jumped up on the couch and then sort of ran over the top of it quickly. His hands moved to grab both of her wrists as he laughed, "You're being a very bad girl this morning aren't you?" He pushed against the wall and covered her body with his and kissed her again. She wanted to play hard ball...he could play hardball.
His hand moved upward, until he felt his cell phone clutched desperately in her little hand. He smiled against her lips and pulled out of the kiss, "I'm going to enjoy this...today."
Kristen mimicked his earlier attempt to keep from smiling by puckering her lips together, looking like an idiot in the process. Their fingers were both tightly entwined around the phone, hers trying to maintain her grasp, his trying to pry it away from her, as they stared at each other with their faces mere inches apart, smiling at each other in a tense, playful battle of wills. It was only a matter of time before one of them caved.
She caved.
Smashing her lips against his, Kristen frantically kissed him and released her grip on his cell phone. Embracing him around the neck, she leaped into Tyler's arms. With her heart pounding in her chest, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She heard the sound of his cell phone hitting the floor when he let it go and his arms snaked around her. She smiled against his lips whens he felt his hands cupping her ass to hold her.
"I love you," she said, staring into his big blue eyes.
Tyler hurried dropped the both of them to the floor determined to at least have her now. He kissed her hungrily and pulled back, "I love you...I looooove you...." He pushed the land line phone out of her hand to free up her hands as he slid between her legs. "God...I can't get enough of you."
He'd never been more thankful in his life that there was so little clothing between them. He was already getting his boxers out of the way. "I need you..." his breathing had changed and his voice had taken on a deeper breathy tone. The look on his face was almost primal. He did need her.
Kristen lifted her hips as Tyler pulled off the small athletic shorts she'd put on after getting out of bed that morning and nudged her legs further apart with his knee as she lay on the floor in the middle of the hallway just outside their bathroom. "I know," she said back to him, kissing him all over his face, neck, and shoulders as he settled between her parted legs. She pinched his bare ass playfully.
He couldn't get inside her fast enough, he thrust hard with a determined sense of urgency. The movement giving him some relief from the need he had to devour her.
His hips didn't miss a beat, he was eager to give them both release. "You feel...so good, Kris," he half moaned.
Her breath hitched in her throat when their bodies joined and she felt him pulsing inside of her. He set her senses on fire as he made love to her on the cold hardwood floor of their apartment. Her hands explored his body frantically, anxious to feel every familiar inch of skin, every muscle, under her finger tips. Suddenly, his idea of taking Eli and Jake to daycare then playing hookie from work and school didn't seem all that bad.
She let out a pleasured groan into his mouth as he rolled his hips, then again--this time from disappointment--when they were reminded they weren't alone in the house by a high pitched wail cutting through their own low moans and shoving reality back into their little 'mommy and daddy' time. The wail was quickly joined by another. Eli was awake. And he'd woken up his brother.
He groaned with her, "No...no...let 'em cry for a bit longer. It's good for their lungs." He breathlessly tried to talk her out of rushing to their side. He was so damn hot for her, "Please...please..." He kept his movements going but he knew any moment now she was going to crawl out from under him and go see to the boys and he'd be left raging with need.
The temptation to give in to Tyler's idea was brief, a mere flicker, then disappeared. She couldn't leave her children to scream and cry for her. If they'd been older and just cranky, that would be one thing. But they weren't even six-months-old yet and they weren't cranky, they were hungry.
"We can't," she said, putting her hand on her husband's chest to still his movements. "They need to eat and they have to be changed. Jake has diaper rash, remember?"
Pushing against his chest, Kristen rolled Tyler off of her until he collapsed onto his back on the floor, his boxers down around his ankles then grabbed her shorts and pulled them back over her hips. She didn't get up right away, however, but rather rolled over onto her side and looked into her husband's handsome yet disappointed face. "I'll go to the doctor this afternoon," she said.
Tyler relented the moment he was reminded about the diaper rash. The poor little guy was probably uncomfortable in a wet diaper from overnight. He nodded and smiled at his wife, "Fair enough." He sat up, stealing a quick kiss before he hitched his boxers back up over his naked ass. He stood, "I'll take care of them. Why don't you get your shower?"
And just as easily as that, their hunger was staved off for another time. He padded into the nursery, "Good morning, fellas." He laughed, there was nothing accusatory at all about his tone, "First lesson...we need to work on your timing. Timing is everything. Yes, sir it is."