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Point
of View Series
by
Kristen
Part
7 -- Getting caught (Sonny's POV)
You
ever try making love to your wife with four kids in the house? Trust
me, it's not easy. There are kids to be fed, books to be read, games
to be played, lives to be led, and all the while, there is a gorgeous
woman running around with long legs, tapered fingers, and a luscious
mouth that is driving me crazy.
Tonight
we thought, "maybe the fates were on our side." We should
have known we weren't going to be getting off that easy, pardon
the pun.
We
had managed to get all four kids down with a minimum of fuss. Ellie
had only required four books be read to her tonight, instead of
her customary eight or nine, and she had only asked about 20 questions
per book, instead of her customary 40 or fifty. I'm all for a curious
and inquiring mind, but sometimes I feel like too much information
is NOT a good thing. She had even gone to sleep without noticing
that she had left that damn penguin in the limo.
MJ
had only required two glasses of water and three visits from Alexis
before he settled down and fell quickly asleep. I need to take him
to the pool more often. Apparently that "swim `til you pass
out thing" is genetic. Who knew?
Chloe
and Annie were a piece of cake tonight too, and that never happens.
It normally takes at least forty-five minutes of rocking both of
them at the same time for Alexis to be able to get them down, but
tonight, they had quickly nursed and been asleep before she had
been able to get them in their sleepers. We had laid them down together,
and stood a moment, watching them as Chloe reached out in her sleep
and found Annie's little fist with her own long fingers. She can't
sleep peacefully without touching Annie. The mysterious bond of
twins still escapes me, even after all these months.
We
were amazed to notice that it was not yet nine o'clock and our young
brood were all down for the count. I had winked at Alexis and we
practically sprinted to our room. We quickly shed ourselves of our
clothing and came together as we so rarely have the time and energy
to do anymore, slowly and languidly.
Things
had proceeded nicely, Alexis was nearing the peak, and she wasn't
even breaking the skin on my back. All in all, I was a very happy
man and about to get happier when in the dark of the room I heard
a tiny voice.
"Mommy,
why are you calling daddy God, and where are you going? I wanna
come to, can I please?"
I
had quickly let loose with a few choice words under my breath, Alexis
threw the covers over us both and flipped on the light near our
bed. I was grateful that the candles had burned out, or God knows
what kind of damage we might have done to our daughter's curious
psyche.It's one thing to see people "wrestling" on a tv
screen, it's another to witness it up close and personal, especially
between one's mother and father. Not to mention what she would have
said to anyone she came in contact with. Ellie and discretion are
not two words that go together in any way. Trust me, I should know.
Alexis
attempted to explain that she was having a bad dream, but my daughter
was ever vigilant and too smart for her own good.
"I
guess daddy was having a dream too huh? I think it's neat that you
and daddy have your dreams at the same time. That means you really
like each other when you dream at the same time. It's too bad you
dream wasn't a good dream like daddy's."
"What
do you mean Ellie?"
"Well,
you said you were having a bad dream, but daddy's dream was good."
"How
do you know that?"
"
'Cause daddy was saying "yes" in his dream. And I think
he was dreaming 'bout you mommy, cause he kept saying your name
sometimes when he was saying yes."
Alexis
decided it was time to change the subject.
"What
are you doing up young lady? It's way past your bedtime."
"I
can't find Charlie."
That
damn penguin. I should have known. Why did I ever buy that thing
in the first place? We have spent more time looking for that thing,
and made more trips back to restaurants and stores to retrieve it
than I care to remember. Buying a new one to replace was also out
of the question, Ellie knew the real thing and would accept no substitutes.
I
had quickly yanked the phone off the hook and called down to the
basement.
"Johnny!
Get that penguin of Ellie's out of the limo and get it up here now.
And one more thing, bring Max with you. You are two are on babysitting
detail for an hour. That's what I said, you got a problem? That's
what I thought."
Alexis
had managed to slip her robe on under the sheets and was leading
Ellie back to bed, all the while trying to explain to her why she
was sleeping without her "jammies" on. I didn't want to
know, I would make it up to her somehow.
Johhny
and Max arrived, looking none too happy, but knowing enough not
to say anything. As my daughter and her penguin shared a happy reunion,
Alexis and I rode down the elevator in silence and anticipation.
I couldn't believe we had been reduced to using our limo as a romantic
rendezvous, but damn, desperate times called for desperate measures.
Plus, I think whether Alexis likes to admit it or not, the limo
is a bit of an aphrodisiac for my "not as buttoned up as she
wants people to think" lawyer and wife.
No
need to bore you with the details and they are really none of your
business, but I will say that Alexis and I rode back up in the elevator
happy and relaxed.
It
was only when we got off the elevator that we got nervous. There
were sounds coming from the penthouse, and if my children were asleep
like they were supposed to be, there would be no sounds. Something
told me this wasn't going to be good. The last time we had left
Johnny and Max with the kids, we had spent two hours looking for
the keys to the handcuffs Ellie had used to "tie up the bad
guys."
We
both swallowed and walked in hesitantly. Now there's something you
don't see everyday. Johnny and Max as toiletpaper bride and groom.
I feel a big fat bonus coming on here. That kid is gonna drive me
to bankruptcy.
part
8
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