"Mom! Mom, wake up. I need to eat! Moooooooooom!" Feeling a rough tug on her blanket, Marie let out a pitiful whine as she turned her face towards her apparently starving five year old son.
"Sweetheart, please. Let mommy rest for a few more minutes."
"No! MOM I'M GOING TO STARVE! I NEED TO EAT!"
Tug.
Tug.
Yank.
Yank.
A loud sigh erupted from her lips as she reached out to pat her son's head. "Give me a couple minutes to get up."
"Okay mom!"
Rapid footsteps escaped the room and Marie breathed a sigh of relief.
A small chuckle was heard from behind her back as long arms wrapped around her waist.
"You know, you should have just told him the truth."
An unladylike snort escaped from Marie's lips as she moved closer to her lover.
"I'm not you Franken. I don't want to scar our son by telling him I can't get up because I'm hurting between my legs. I blame you. All you. You can go make breakfast. And if you ruin my kitchen, then we won't be having sex for a loooooong while."
She didn't need to have her eyes open to know that Stein was glaring angrily at his lover.
"..."
"MOM! COME ONNNN"
"...Fine. But if I ruin something, then you can replace it."
"Then I won't make you coffee anymore."
"...I don't need it."
"I'll hide your scalpels."
"I can buy more."
"I'll rip up your cigarettes."
"I can still buy more."
"Then I won't sleep naked anymore. And I'll invite Joe over for dinner."
Suddenly, a hard body was on top of her. Her hands were forced up above her head as her breath left her lungs in a sudden swoop.
Possessive green eyes stared angrily into wide eyed gold ones. Marie felt her jaw drop as Stein pressed himself against her as hard as he could. Almost as if he was trying to mold himself to her.
Like a possession.
"Do that, and I'll make sure he leaves without his internal organs."
Marie nodded her head hesitantly as Stein rolled off her. Breathing heavily, Marie sat up slowly, pulling the blankets to her chest.
His bare back was to her and Marie took pride in the long red lines down his back.
Guess it was time to trim her nails.
"Franken..."
One look. One look from Marie and Stein gave in to her.
One look and they were back in bed, re-enacting last nights events.
An hour later, the couple emerged downstairs to find their son staring wide eyed at them. Marie opened her mouth to ask her son what was wrong until the boy held up his hand. A look of disgust on his face.
"...I think I'll make my own breakfast now. At uncle Spirit's. Everyday. Forever."