The Book Of Me & You

"You're The Cause That Cures The Symptoms"

Sprawled out on the carpet, he sighed and continued to fiddle with one of his sister's toys. Feet swaying behind him while he lay on his stomach, he watched his dad sleep on the floor across from him, snoring with his arm draped across his bare chest.

"Hey, Johnny!" A loud voice cheered, walking through the door and startling him.

Rolling over to his side, John's brow furrowed, and a finger went to his lips, "Shhh! Daddy is sleeping!"

Ignoring his grandson's declaration, George reached over and turned on the lamp next to the sofa, illuminating the room in a harsh light that caused him to squint before shielding his face with his arm. Rolling his eyes, he placed the stack of Styrofoam trays on the counter, "Morning to you too, sunshine."

Adjusting to the bright, Ricky grumbled under his breath and scratched the stubble starting to grow on his face, catching sight of the eyes peering back at him and chuckling at the boy in his underwear pretending a teething toy was a rocket ship, "Where did your clothes go, buddy?" John shrugged, making blast-off noises with his mouth.

"Probably the same place his dad's went..." George scoffed, putting a pot of coffee on.

Ignoring him and his blatant dig, Ricky rolled over and pushed himself off the floor, stretching through a yawn, "Ready to eat breakfast?" John nodded, following suit by getting up himself and making his way to the counter, standing there looking up at him. "Is mommy up?" Shrugging again, he took a seat next to his grandpa, swaying back and forth slowly while fidgeting with a spoon and singing to himself.

Using that opportunity, Ricky made his way into the bedroom, watching as she knelt over the bed attending to their daughter. Wrapping his arms around her waist, "Good morning." He kissed her neck, voice becoming slightly huskier as his lips trailed down to her collarbone, "You never came back to the floor last night..."

The baby on the bed gurgled, watching them as Amy leaned her head against his shoulder, "Emma needed her mommy."

"Yeah, well, Daddy needed her mommy too..." He countered, sliding his hands down his shirt that hugged her hips perfectly.

Turning on her heel, she clicked her tongue and leaned up, meeting his lips with hers, "Uh huh..." kissing him with fervor until he broke for air.

Caressing her body, he sighed with a slight husk, "As much as I'd love to put our daughter in the crib and pin you against the wall..." His eyes were dark, kissing her softly, "Your dad is in the kitchen with our son, and that's not much of a turn-on. "

Her eyes widened, brow rising, "Yeah, no." Shaking her head, "No, that wouldn't be good."

He chuckled, "No, it wouldn't." Still hanging out on the bed, Emma squawked to get their attention, flailing her arms and beating her legs against the mattress. They both smiled before he broke away from her and climbed on the other side. "What are you so excited about?" He cooed, lying next to the baby.

"Mine!" Emma squealed and grabbed his cheeks with her tiny palms, blowing raspberries on his chin in response to his kiss on her nose.

"She's got you now, Daddy." Amy stated with a giggle, "Good luck ever telling her no."

"Daja!" The infant squealed again, flexing her fingers against his stumble with a squirm.

Ricky's lip tipped up, turning his head, "Your dad brought breakfast. You should eat. I got this." Turning back to the baby. "Right, daddy's got this, huh?" He wiggled his body down a little and blew ticklish kisses across her partially clothed stomach, making her cackle while gripping his hair.

Amy giggled to herself, enjoying seeing them together again, knowing that little girl had him wrapped around her tiny little fingers for everything, and she was going to use that to her advantage down the road.