The Book Of Me & You

"It Would Be Easier If I Hated You"

"P-ow! P-ow! P-ow!" He squeaked, banging two plastic army men together atop the table. She turned slightly, keeping one eye on the breakfast she was attempting - and failing - to make.

He was sure his footsteps were quiet, practically tip-toeing while carrying a mostly passed out baby. "Shhhh," He whispered to his son cautiously, as his outbursts began to increase in volume.

"Dey is jus bad g-wys!" John said back, lowering his tone upon seeing his baby sister twitch in his dad's arms.

Amy turned around, running a hand through her hair. They'd both been up since 4 am and were trying their best to function on little sleep. She yawned, her lip tipping up at him. "Two diaper changes, and a spit-up, but..." Ricky trailed off, adjusting to slide their baby into the bouncer seat on the table, "I think she's finally down for a bit." Removing his left index finger from Emma's grip, he held a breath as she began to fidget tiredly, and the pacifier fell from her lips. Shoving it back in gently, he blew out the breath and ran his hand through the top part of his curls.

"She really is adorable, huh?" Amy smiled tiredly, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his right shoulder, and planting a small kiss on his neck.

"B-ang! B-ang!" John's voice rose, making one of the plastic men do a nose dive off the table and onto the floor.

Smirking, Ricky turned to face her, pressing his lips to hers before raising a brow, "trying to finish what we started last night?" She rolled her eyes at him playfully, continuing to kiss him.

"Mommy!" John shouted lowly, trying to get their attention.

She moaned into her husband's mouth slightly, pressing her body further against his, as her fingers grasped the curls at the back of his neck.

"Mommy!" He shouted again, louder, breaking them apart.

Groaning, Amy broke away, craning her neck in the interrupting toddler's direction to see what was so urgent. "Crap!" Gasping as she raced over to the stove where sure enough her attempt at making breakfast ended with it being burned and inedible. Ricky couldn't help himself, releasing a chuckle when he saw the charred remains of three innocent eggs stuck to the pan. "It's not funny!" She pouted, scrapping the contents into the trash.

"Well, John loves Cookie Crisp." He chuckled again, "I'm sure you can't murder that."

She gave him a smug look, "says the man with baby puke all over him" before starting to giggle herself. Grimacing, he pulled the shirt away by the collar. "You got a little -" motioning to his left ear.

Tilting his head back, he sighed, "Of course she did..." groaning at the thought of having to wash their daughters vomit out of his hair, "we would make a baby with impeccable puke aiming skills" Putting his hand to the back of his neck, "I'm gonna go grab a shower" Before she could nod and turn away, he leaned in and grazed her robe covered backside with his fingertips, making her release a little squeak of surprise. He smirked, craving her body against his, "Care to join me?" She bit her lip, torn by the decision, as she pointed to the table at their son, who was staring at them. She didn't have to say anything, he already knew he wasn't going to get his wish. "Hey buddy, you wanna go take like a little 20-minute nap in your room?" He pleaded, hoping his son would help him out before the pajama pants he was wearing became increasingly more tight.

He wanted her. And after their two failed attempts ended with interruptions, he needed her. They hadn't touched since before she had the baby, and it was starting to take its toll on him and their marriage.