Home is You

Chapter 2

Liam:

"That was a lot of fun," I say as I nuzzle Steffy's neck. "It's always so wonderful. Just in case you don't know, I love you Baby." I kiss up her neck as she continues to put the dishes away trying to ignore by gesture, but failing miserably at it.

"Mmmm..." she moans before side stepping me, knowing if she doesn't where it will lead. She turns around to face me. "The kids will be here any minute and there are things that still have to get done around here. Plus, isn't your physical today?" Steffy inquires giving me a sharp, but authoritative look.

"Yes," I relent. "But there is nothing that absolutely can't wait," I defend taking the broom from her that's now in her hands and placing it against the wall. "I can reschedule my physical for another day. Maybe a day that my wife is out of town."

"No, you are not rescheduling. You've had this appointment for months. You need to go and get squared away. Plus, it might give you a chance to talk to the doctor about some of these weird symptoms that you are having. You know, the back aches, the migraines, the sleeplessness."

"I'm telling you, it's nothing. It's just stress," I walk back over to her and bring my lips to her ear. "Nothing, that a good couple rounds of love making can't fix."

Steffy raises her eyebrow to me calling me out. "Oh really? So, if that's the case, why do you still have back pain, and insomnia most nights?"

"It's...it's..."

"Exactly," Steffy says. "Besides, even without that looming doctor's appointment, children can't wait. Specifically, the 8 year olds that can't wait. Kelly and Cooper are fine most of the time when left up to their own devices, but you know that's not the case for Taylor and Jamie."

I roll my eyes in defeat because I know she is right. "Okay Mom, you win," I forfeit with a pout.

"You are worse than the kids," Steffy chides taking the broom back from me. "Now, can you please help me pick up around here, and make it semi presentable for when the kids come back?"

"Yeah, I'll help you make it presentable to the rowdy bunch that will destroy this house within the first hour of stepping into it."

A few seconds later we hear car door slams in the driveway.

"They are early," I say looking towards the door.

"Yeah, they are, and yet you still wanted more."
"I always want more of you, Baby."

"Mom, Dad, we are home," Cooper says coming through the door, Amelia, Kelly and the twins tracking right behind him.

"How was your day?" Steffy asks, walking over to them.

"It was fine," Cooper replies, practically talking over everyone. Cooper still is the quiet boy most of the time, who speaks the least amount of words as possible. Everything is either fine, okay, not really, maybe, whatever or sometimes. It's pulling teeth to get anything out of him. I would be worried about his vocabulary, speech and social issues, if I didn't already know about all his friends and the fact that he is starting pitcher for the Freshman Baseball team, as well as point guard for the freshman basketball team when he still is only in 8th grade. He constantly has all his friends, fawning all over him. I just wish sometimes that he would pay more attention, time and energy in getting better grades than he does with basketball and baseball.