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Elizabeth beamed as he complimented her father. She loved him beyond anything and it wasn't just because he was her only family, he was at times her best friend too. There was nothing, well almost nothing, that they kept from each other. "Exactly!"

Pen in hand, she was ready to write things but there was something there underneath it all. As someone who sought stories everywhere to write them, she could tell that there was one there. This was their first meeting though so she wouldn't push. "That sounds nice, can I ask, all blacks? Is that the name of a team?"

The mention of baseball had her light up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree at Christmas. "My dad actually. We moved around a lot when I was little and baseball was something he really loved. Made it a point to watch a game whenever and wherever we could before he settled us in California and we got season passes. There's just something about a crowd, some hot dogs and cheering with strangers that really just makes me happy. Have you ever been to a game? Like baseball? "

"A wise man. Part of the joy of books is getting to read stories that you would never be able to personally experience." Brett set his book away, but still listened intently. Elizabeth's question stirred up some uncomfortable memories for him, but he swallowed them down. Disregarding them entirely to craft a pleasant story, he continued. "It is something that my step-father was into. He's from New Zealand, and it's quite the big thing over there. It was a way for he and I to really bond. I would watch the All Blacks matches with him and we would celebrate their successes together." He hoped that would suffice.

"What about you, what got you into baseball?"

"Okay!" Sam giggled as she jumped up and began to scan the racks. "Let's pick two dresses each. I will pick for you and Ale, and Ale you pick for me and Lettie. Lettie, you pick for me and Ale."

One thing that both Sam and Alejandra knew was that Scarlet was not having second thoughts about getting married to Adan again. They knew it was because it was different this time. They all had grown and were in vastly different places now but they all seemed to fall back together like it was meant to be. Anything they could do to help 'Lettie get through this moment with laughter they would do it.

"That actually sounds like so much fun!" Alejandra beamed as her imagination began to run rapamt with the different kinds of cuts and styles that she thought the two would look best in but never tried before. "Lets split up and not let each other see until we go to the dressing rooms. Let's meet there in, say thirty minutes?"

Scarlet loved that idea, not only would it ease her mind about finding the perfect dress but she got to see her best friends in wedding dresses. " Let's do that!"

It wasnt marrying Adan that made her nervous. if anything that was the only thing she was a hundred precent sure about. it was all the planning that came with it. when they were younger with no money, it was simpler. now she had to many choices.

"let's find some dresses before the others get here." she smiled looking around for a dress for Sam and Alejandra rather than herself.

Since Wally came into her life, she seemed to sleep better when he was near. Would find herself waiting for him to crawl into bed before being able to peacefully doze off to the sound of his heart against his ribcage under her ear. A steady drumbeat, warmth, and scent that told her she was safe, lulled her mind. A sign she should have paid attention to long ago. Sure, she could just doze off and stir when he came to bed, but her mind wandered too much this time.

Sitting in her chair by the window, curled up so her book balanced on one knee and Dolly's head on her other to pet, she did the next best thing, lost herself in a book. She had no idea how much time had passed as she followed the characters on their journeys, listening to the waves outside the window, absentmindedly scratching behind Dolly's ears and petting her head. It wasn't until Antares sauntered in to curl up on the bed as she usually did when he was home at the end of the day, that she realized how late it was. She continued to read as she waited for him to make his way to bed on his own time.

When she found that she had finished the chapter and he still had not appeared, she frowned and sighed. "Come on, girl, lets go see how he's doing." Petting Dolly's head one more time, she moved and so did Dolly, tail wagging ready. "You too." She said as she reached across the bed with a smile and cuddled up Antares in her arms. With the cat purring in her arms and Dolly at her side, they padded though the halls together to go see him. He would be wrapped up in work again no doubt. It concerned her that he would burn out, over work himself, but her worry dissipated at the sight of him. Shaking her head no at his question, she made her way over to him. "Reading and we always miss you." Too tired to play coy as she settled on his lap, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Are you going to be up late? I can go get my book and keep you company."

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"Hey," he whispered softly as he made room for her to come sit on his lap. "I didn't wake you did I?" Wally always worried over keeping her up, even if he knew she was a light sleeper, tonight was one of those days that he had come home later than usual and hadn't gone into the bedroom yet. His emails had been calling to him and he knew if he didn't tend to them that he'd keep himself up all night just thinking about them. "Or were you reading? I was going to get in there to greet you but emails got my attention first." he took notice of her outfit and smirked. "Missed me that much huh?" Even tired he still had time to tease. This time he wasn't up for fun. It was the only night he had gotten an onslaught of work to carry home that he didn't get a chance to go back to his project he was working on for Liz's birthday.

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"Why not both, nae sarang." He meant it with his whole heart. Jae would never be able to make up to her for all the things he put her through as he figured his shit out, but he could make sure that he showed her every day now that he loved, and appreciated her and would never place her second to anything or anyone. Well, maybe their newborn daughter would have something to say about that but that was neither here nor there. "I'll marry you every where and anywhere you want."

At her request, he smiled. "You know all you have to do is ask and I gladly will." Carefully balancing Aurora in one arm, he got into bed with his wife. Back against the headboard, sitting with Maly's head in his lap so he could properly run his hand through her hair. Aurora in one arm, running his fingers through Maly's hair with his free hand, he couldn't help but feel lucky, blessed, that Maly had given him a second chance to prove himself. To build this family with her. " I love you." He said to both his girls as they fell asleep.

He always found the thing to say that made her heart sing. That had her staring up at him with hearts in her eyes. "Perhaps when Rory's older, I'll take you up on that. Maybe we can go to Spain, or Korea, and renew our vows again and again. Until the end of time." It would cost a lot of money, but honestly she didn't care. She would honour her love for him until the day she left the earth.

"It would make for a fun holiday." She leaned in to kiss his lips softly, before pulling back and pressing a small kiss to the top of Aurora's head. At Jae's instruction, she pulled back the covers and slid underneath them, settling comfortably onto a nest of pillows she had constructed. "Thank you, amor." She paused for a moment, thinking of how else she could request affection. Her usual tactic was out while she pumped. "Could you stay, until I fall asleep? Just pet my hair, maybe?" She glanced up at him with big doe eyes, hoping she wasn't too much trouble.

"Oh no," Mayaken laughed as he threw away the frozen food Michael had. "I am not letting you eat this trash. Not while I am here." With that Mayaken began to rummage through his boyfriends' kitchen for what he could gather to make a substantial meal for him. "Tell me about this new song you're working on." He called out as he began to whipping things up.

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All the anxiety and fear that she had about meeting the matriarch of the Bordeaux family she heard so much about began to dissipate as the conversation began. The many stories and memories that she heard had made her nervous, a pressure to be liked, that she honestly had placed on herself, had built up when Wally had invited her. But right now, she wasn't worried about being liked at the moment, rather letting her curiosity take over. Stories were one thing, having the mythical mother before her was another ball game entirely.

The laugh couldn't be helped as she called her patient. "En fait," her hazel eyes looked over at her boyfriend for a moment. Thinking about how when she met him, she couldn't wait to get him out of her office every time he seemed to appear. Looking back at his mother, she smiled. "Votre bébé débraillé est le patient de nous deux. Sans sa patience, je ne serais pas ici en ce moment. Il a été très patient quand il s’agissait de moi. Franchement, quand nous nous sommes rencontrés, je ne voulais rien avoir à faire avec lui." She didn't know how much he might have told her about how they met or how long he had waited for her to finally wake up but she wasn't scared to admit it now with all they had gone through, he was right. "Mais il est devenu mon ami et lentement au fil du temps plus que cela. Il a été très patient. Honnêtement, comme un saint."

Something clicked in her when she realized that they both didn't know their moms. Did she have more in common with his mother than she realized? "Uh," she shook away whatever new emotion was beginning to take root in her. "J’aime ça. Je ne dirais pas forcé, mais j’ai dû l’apprendre car je passais beaucoup de temps seule pendant que ma belle-mère travaillait. Je pense que nous avons tellement voyagé qu'apprendre les langues n'était pas une chose forcée mais plutôt quelque chose que je devais faire si je voulais faire quelque chose. Surtout si je voulais être dans les bibliothèques." There was a moment where she wanted to tell her everything, her whole life, the woman radiated an aura of safety and love and it was easy to see where Wally got it from but she didn't want to scare her away either.

Enraptured in everything that Victoria willingly shared, her eyes shone with joy and happiness as she watched the two interact. Smiling at how she easily went from one thing to the other and when she laughed it made her smile. "Vos enfants ne sont pas des clowns, ils ont leurs moments, mais pas des clowns. J'avoue que j'étais nerveux à l'idée de te rencontrer mais c'était plus de ma faute." Feeling more relaxed now, she let her truth just flow. " Je dois t'admettre que c'est ma première vraie tentative de relation et après avoir tant entendu parler de toi, je pense que je viens de me stresser. Je n'avais pas une grande figure maternelle et entendre parler de toi m'a donné envie que tu m'comme et je suppose que je me suis juste rendu nerveux. Je suis curieux de savoir ce que vous savez de moi et ce que je peux remplir pour toi."

He squeezed her hand and smiled. One of his that told her he was happy. Content. "I am. I've got everything I need right here." Another gentle squeeze of her hand and he felt more confident in the choices he had. He had a chance to climb up the ladder so to speak.

"Ils proposent un grand nombre de saveurs uniques. C'est l'une des choses que je préfère, mais c'est peut-être juste un parti pris de ma part." Vic winked and looked up at her son with a loving smile. "Il a raison. Vous êtes très gentille. Je devrais aussi dire patient puisque vous sortez avec lui." Her arm reached up to his chin and sighed. "Mon enfant débraillé".

Wally knew better than to roll his eyes in front of his mother but he did give his girlfriend a smirk and chewed his cheek. A clear sign he so wanted to tease her back so bad. He stayed quiet letting his mom touch his face. There was no point in denying her that. She always did it and it was where his sisters got that habit of squeezing his cheeks together. Seeing the interaction between his mom and girlfriend was funny. Something he was so sure that would never happen. Only thinking he'd be the single man in the family. He was fine with it until Liz crash landed in his orbit.

"Intéressant melting-pot que celui dont vous êtes issu. Nous avons cela en commun. Je n'ai connu ma mère qu'à travers des photos. Celle qu'il appelle grand-mère est en fait ma grand-tante. Une deuxième chose que nous avons en commun. La langue française. Aimes-tu cette langue ou as-tu été forcée de l'apprendre?Je sais qu'il n'est pas toujours agréable d'être forcé d'apprendre une langue".

Tori loved hearing Liz talk. She smiled at her as an encouraging way to let her know she should continue. "La flatterie ne vous mènera peut-être nulle part avec d'autres personnes, mais avec moi, elle vous mènera partout." She winked being playful. "Je meurs d'envie de vous rencontrer depuis la première fois que mon fils m'a dit qu'il vous avait rencontrée. Je pense que les mots qu'il a utilisés étaient "un ange sur terre," she looked up at her son who she could clock in a blush. 'Il semble que vous ayez attiré plus que son attention la première fois." Wally sighed hearing his mom letting out all his secrets. "I said sarcastic charmer not an angel," though he tried he couldn't help the smile knowing that he had indeed told his mom that the first time he had met Liz. Under wild circumstances.

"Je suis née à Lafayette la veille de Noël. J'étais ce bébém," she laughed rolling her eyes. "Mais j'ai passé mon enfance à Montpellier. J'ai été élevée par ma grand-tante. J'y suis restée jusqu'à mes quatorze ans. Puis j'ai déménagé à Bâton Rouge avant mon seizième anniversaire et j'ai eu mon premier enfant. Je ne peux pas vous dire pourquoi j'ai choisi Bâton Rouge, je déteste la chaleur. J'étais enceinte de mon petit ange et j'étais malheureuse de m'être installée dans l'endroit le plus chaud de la planète. Je vous dis que j'étais clairement en train de délirer". Mama B felt her son move without looking at him and pointed a finger at him. "Hey, pas d'appels pour le travail".

Then went back to her conversation seamlessly. "Cela donne l'impression que j'ai été gâtée, mais je vous jure que je ne suis pas du tout comme ça. Je suis juste un être humain normal."

Wally sighed loudly for her to hear and whispered it wasn't even his work phone. He didn't have it. She had confiscated it before he even stepped foot inside the house. She then laughed and remembered she had done that. "La revanche était d'avoir un mini-moi dans ma personnalité". She started to laugh uncontrollably watching the reaction from her son. "J'espère que je ne vous terrifie pas. Je ne voudrais pas que tu te sentes obligée d'être quelqu'un d'autre que ce que tu veux être à mes côtés. J'ai des clowns pour enfants, cela devrait vous dire quelque chose."

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"No," Alejandra let out with a small chuckle. "It's okay. You didn't make this weird, technically I did by asking this grand favor from you, but," she took both of Sydney's hands into hers. "Thank you." She made sure to not make a big deal of the others blushing, not wanting to make this situation more tension-filled than it already was. There was also the fact that Syd calling her beautiful made her want to take the others face into her hands like old times and just press her lips against hers like old times. But that was a line she could not blur right now. If for any reason she and Sydney got back together, it would be because she wanted to not because she needed her. It wouldn't be fair to either of them.

After getting ready for bed, she headed downstairs to get them water. It was mostly an excuse so Sydney could get ready in privacy herself, but it was also so she could take a deep breath and recalibrate her mind. In a couple of minute she'd be sharing her bed again with her ex, that she frankly, was not completely over yet. And she was doing it as a huge favor for her, for her mother. Sydney was too good for her.

Grabbing three bottles of water from the kitchen, she slowly made her way back up. This time stopping by her mother's room. Her bother sat in the big chair situated near the door. Laptop on his lap as he worked away on something. "Hey," she held out the extra bottle water for him to take. "You're going to sleep tonight, right?" More often than not, she'd find him in their mother's room watching over her as she slept. She knew he worried that she would stop breathing as she slept. After some more hushed words, she left and as she stood outside her bedroom door, her hand on the knob already turning it, she cursed to herself before knocking on it, leaving the door slightly cracked open. "Sorry, is it okay if I come in?" She knew it sounded silly asking for permission into her own room but she didn't want to come in when she was in the middle of getting dressed.

Sydney practically melted when Alejandra wrapped her arms around her. Without any hesitation she returned the gesture. Syd shook her head and dismissed the muffled apologies, gently rubbing her back as she held her. She let Ale unload the stress she could tell she'd been holding in - the one main flaw Sydney tried to help Alejandra break was bottling it all up. She always hated seeing her emotionally constipated and did her best to have her get it out when they were together. And although they weren't anymore, she still hated seeing how heavy her load was. Syd would never not try and help her release what she didn't need to bear alone.

"You look beautiful," she told her before she could stop herself. Heat immediately flushed her cheeks and her chest tightened with worry. "Sorry. I didn't mean to, you know, make it weird with that. I just meant..." she started rambling. She didn't want to push Ale further away than she already seem to have done. "You look fine," she finished, trying to save some of her dignity.

She shook her head or nodded as Alejandra spoke, helping her turn down the sheets. "Like I said, always," she replied with a soft smile as Ale headed to the bathroom.

Now alone she took a second to breath and take it all in. She grabbed her own pajamas, a faded, old concert tee of her mom's and a soft pair of shorts, and let her happy memories of them flood her thoughts. She didn't want to force things, but it felt like this might be a good chance to smooth things over for them. It was after all the closest they'd gotten since the split.

Her attention was pulled to the bathroom when the door opened and a smirk tugged at Sydney's lips. Beautiful. There wasn't much Alejandra could that would make her think otherwise. Even casual as she was, she took Sydney's breath away. "Uh, water is fine," she answered. She took the opportunity to change and ready herself for bed while Ale left for their drinks, sliding under the sheets just as she returned.

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There was something to be said about what he had going on with Ivy. He knew what others were calling it, because there was no hiding it. It was plain to see, and he knew The Collector had eyes everywhere. Frankly, Charlie could care less. What had began as just some fun while they all had to work as a team, became something more. When? He couldn't pinpoint anymore, but it didn't matter.

He had awakened with her in his arms one morning and didn't want it any other way ever again. Whatever it was that made him want her, he wanted it to feel like this forever.

At her words, he chuckled. In between kisses, his hands groped at every possible place he could. It wasn't uncharted territory by all means, but it felt new every time, he murmured. "Well, I found myself a bit hungry for something else. Or rather, someone." his hands began to make quick work of her pants.

A gentle, playful giggle escaped her when he lifted her up and she instinctively leaned in to his kisses, chuckling almost breathlessly with his tease. Her eyes shut momentarily, letting his touch send waves of desire through her. A hand ran itself up the back of his neck and tangled itself in his hair as his lips continued to find their mark, her free arm draping itself around his neck.

"Mmm. Spain was nice," she agreed with a purr, a smile freely showing itself as she thought back to their trip.

Their trip had been more than romantic. The late nights and even later mornings. The hotel. The architecture. The candlelit dinners at intimate restaurants. While they were there, everything faded to nothing and all Ivy could see was Charlie despite the beauty around them. To the outsider it was clear the two were already in love. Ivy "however was content to just be with him - the happiness he gave her more than enough to keep her feet firmly on the ground beside him.

Another soft laugh escaped her and her breath hitched with his touch. "I want...." she started through their kisses, a smirk tugging at her lips. "....you to...." His advances were making it very hard to think. Ivy wasn't sure what to say, only that she didn't want him to stop. "...surprise me," she finally got out, unable to truly decide. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair, one sliding to rest at his collarbone as she kissed him deeply.

It felt like a strange question but it was also something she never truly considered. To her, it had seemed that favorites were something that was always available, never denied to someone when they wanted it. "I guess I never really thought about it. Having a favorite of anything wherever we went meant knowing that I wouldn't have it again unless we went back. which we didn't so I think I kept myself from having favorites. We never lived in one place so I didn't really develop what I thought were favorites until now." Perhaps she always had favorites and never knew it. Never let herself have them because she wasn't allowed. Then as she kept traveling she just felt safer not having any, having favorites means ways for people to find you faster, do you want to be found? Jennifer's words always reverberated in her brain. A subconscious she would never escape.

"Yeah," a sad sigh came to her at the thought of that first Diwali, a bittersweet memory but a smile came to her face when she thought about Mexico. A place that held more good than bad memories. "Of course! And chocomil and licuados. I remember the first time I was handed one I was a little confused as to why it was in a bag but for some reason, it just seemed to make sense," she chuckled. "But by the time we left, I missed them. Besides New York, that's the place where I spent the most time. When was the last time you went? Did you know that the central library at UNAM has the biggest collection in all of Mexico?"

"That sounds amazing. I can't say that I've had the honor of trying these sno cones out. Will have to take an adventure out there sometime. Hopefully, they have a tamarind one." The thought of sno cones made her think of raspados, which were all too wonderful. It being ice and flavors, it was the only thing that Jennifer let her indulge in during their time in Mexico, not wanting her to get too big for what she needed her to do. The story that he shared with her added to the new happiness that sno cones would bring her, a perfect treat to end a perfect day. " Reading in the park, museums, sno cones. Sounds like a perfect day What's your favorite?" She asked Jack. "Maybe it might be my new favorite."

"How would you classify it as then, if not a favorite?" It seemed Liz had lived an interesting life. He leaned his back against the counter on the other side as he held his son in his arms and made sure he didn't choke on the chip. It was nice to be back with family. Things had gotten back to a semi normal territory and for that he was grateful. Having Liz was a nice addition and kept him from crawling back into his own head, a place he'd lived in for a few weeks.

"Diwali at thirteen? Wow." He had to smile as he remembered how in Mexico there were a million types of way to eat one type of dessert. "Did you ever have the soda in baggies when you were in Mexico?" His culture was one that still fascinated him and was truly proud of. Even if his only tie to it was from his mother.

Jack giggled and hid his face against his father's neck becoming shy once more. "Sno cones," Jan said as he knew that was an answer his own son would share. "We still go get some when we're sad or happy or need a pick me up. It was the first thing we as kids craved when our mom died. Our dad would take us out every Sunday as a group. It was his day off from work and he'd do whatever we wanted. My sister took the first activity. That was usually reading at the park, my brother took taking tours around the architectural areas and I chose museums. After that we'd get sno cones to end the day. Have you tried the ones on Kauai Island?"

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"Well," she frowned a little as he nuzzled against her. Not at the action but at the reasoning for this research. "That'll teach you to be right about something." It upset her that the one person who tried to do things the right way, was right about things, was always being passed over for not buying into the boys club, the power trippers, and their ways of things. "Whoever is doing this wants the notoriety of it all, I mean isn't this one of the most popular horror movies in the last couple of years? I mean, that doesn't say childhood trauma, but it does say lonely adult. Maybe someone who watches these movies a little too much, most likely is an outsider. Do the victims look like the movie victims? Share names with them?" Her brain began to spew ideas out nervously to keep from being on edge about the music playing on the screen, no doubt a scare around the corner that she was bracing herself for. "People are complicated, they probably just want some sort of validation from somewhere. Maybe someone important to them left or died, and they have no one but these movies. They see the fans; if you want weird, they are weird! Have you seen people who they post calling the killers in these movies sexy? And daddy? What does that even mean?" That was a tangent that she couldn't get into right now. "I don't think they would want to do this to get off, per say, they just want acceptance somewhere." And the fans of these movies...." Then it came, a small flinch, but a flinch none the less, at the loud sound, the yell and the scare that she saw coming but somehow still caught her off guard. "Farðu til helvítis!" Was muttered under her breath, disappointed at herself.

Shoving the pillow aside, she rolled her eyes, teasing. "Anything to keep from giving me the real thing, I see." Not that she wanted it, all that rain? It was always freezing cold. The possibility of getting sick. Wet clothes, the wind making it worse. Who found rain romantic? But she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him. Walking away from him, she shrugged as she said over her shoulder. "Maybe, you don't know what other things I keep from you. I might be a master at it but you don't know it." Nothing. That was the real answer, she never kept anything from him now. Besides presents or surprises but that was different, that was innocent little things There didn't seem to be anything that he didn't know about her or her day now. An open book for him to peruse and read when he wanted. "Incentives?" A giggle laced her voice as she began to line up the small cakes on the counter, making sure they were cool enough to ice now. "What kind of incentives do you think you can offer up for a secret thing?" Purposely choosing the word thing, instead of the p-word that would most likely give away the dessert she had made for him.

Getting the ingredients ready to make the icing now that the cakes were sufficiently cooled, she stopped as he wrapped his arms around her. Body leaning back against him, hands landing on top of his, a small smile to her face. "If that's your incentive," she turned in his arms, hooked an arm around his neck. "You need to work on your incentives." Nuzzling the tip of her nose against his, she chuckled before kissing his cheek and taking a step back. " Are we handing out candy or joining the littles out for their hunt of treats?" She turned her attention back to making her icing, deciding to let him squirm for a little while longer about what she made, a tiny bit of her wanting to get back at him for the horror movie thing.

He was about to ask if she was invested but one look at her and he knew. The way her eyes were glued to the screen, she wanted to know how this thing ended. So he saved his comments for later. Instead he continued to stare at her, the movie long forgotten as he was content on just watching her. "Hmm." Was the only comment he had on that and sighed. "Apparently to some people it is."

It was hard not to look at her like she was his entire world when she went off on a tangent. His eyes sparkled with amusement the minute she went off and that smile couldn't be helped. That enamored smile that truly only came out everytime she walked into the room. This wasn't what he expected when he put the movie on for the hell of it while she was baking away but it had caught his attention the moment one of the leads went outside and opened the door to find the source of the noise. A huge mistake he always thought was stupid. Going toward the noise instead of away. So when Liz talked his teeth chewed on his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

He laughed and shook his head and nuzzled her warm skin. "No, it's this case that has been coined the Halloween Spree. This guy gets ideas from these films. They were going to put Johannas on this but gave it to me when I called bullshit on their childhood trauma idea." He was of the mind that not every kid who went through childhood abuse turned out to be psychos. "I'm just trying to figure out what about these movies get him off. People are weird."

"How could I forget it? You show me every single day." He smiled at her and caressed her cheek. "This would totally count as that Spiderman kiss." He let out a surprised gasp as he watched her stretch and walked away. 'You wouldn't keep that from me?!" As he followed her to the kitchen and leaned against the frame. "What if I offer up incentives?" He asked as he moved over to wait for further instructions to ice the cakes. He knew he couldn't wait to find out what else she made so he pressed himself against her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Nuzzling her shoulder he whispered. "What did you make?" His fingertips rubbing against her stomach softly.