AN: This story takes place six years after Derek's 40th and has Pen and Derek as an established family... Originally, I'd written this as an epilogue to a story with the hopes I would finish the complete thing someday...I tweaked that ending and am posting it as the start of this, my new epic... So here it is...the long awaited sequel to "The Birthday Party"... You can read this story without reading that one, but that one was so dang fun..lol...I hope you like it...

Chapter 1

Warning: strong sexual content

Penelope was in her favorite spot in the world, on top of her husband, riding him very slowly. Derek's hands were on her hips, helping her move in the perfect rhythm they had mastered over the past six years. Ooh, it was good; it was always so good between them. Once they'd figured out they were meant to be together, they'd taken it and run with it.

Penelope looked down at the glittering, nearly black eyes staring up at her. Usually, Derek was smirking or smiling, teasing and having such fun with her, but he certainly wasn't teasing now. He was intense, hard, hot, gloriously fighting for control, and she loved him for it. Just for that, she swiveled her hips in a partial spiral in the way he liked it, which caused him to hiss his breath between his teeth.

"Damn, Baby Girl," he growled low in his throat and arced his hips upward. "You're killing me here."

The words and that movement caused an eruption of tingles from her toes to her head, centering in her groin and the tips of her breasts. She leaned forward a bit, angling him deeper inside her. He was so deep, she thought she could feel him inside against the middle of her belly, the head of his shaft right behind her belly button. She moaned, undulated, and started to move faster to increase the friction she loved so much.

"Oh, God, yes," Derek groaned, his eyes closing, his lips pursing and his nostrils flaring with each harsh breath.

She could feel as he slid his hands up her waist toward her breasts, but she stopped them, gripping his wrists. If he touched her breasts, she would come, and they wanted to make her go with nothing but thrusting this time. It wasn't uncommon for them to make little goals they wanted to achieve together sexually; it was a spicy thing that added variety to their marriage.

"No, no, Hot Stuff," she panted, pushing his hands back down as she continued to move. "That's cheating, you know."

He groaned even more audibly and gave a low chuckle, the beginning of a smile on his lips. Dear Lord, was he gorgeous! She loved to watch him...watch him grow more and more aroused. She could feel her muscles quickening, a sure-fire sign of the start of her orgasm.

Derek gripped her hips and started to move upward, meeting her downward slides. He held her tight against him, in a deep-seated, rocking motion. Penelope gasped as it hit, a rippling, shimmering climax that went on and on. She could feel him pulsing inside her, in wet surges, as his climax hit, too. He never stopped thrusting, still moving slowly as the last tremors shook her while she laid laxly on top of him.

"How was that, baby?" he asked. She could hear the smug tone of his voice.

She whacked him in the arm gently. "You're already vain enough, Morgan. I am not going to add to that."

"Oh, come on, Momma. After all these years, Daddy needs to hear he's still got it." His hands were stroking her back, reaching down occasionally to play with her bottom, like he always did if she was on top of him.

She looked down at him with a sexy little grin of her own, then leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You still got it, angelfish."

At that moment, the cry of a baby caused her to tense. She sighed and then dismounted him like a cowgirl dismounting her stallion. She heard him grunt with the loss of her heat. She went to stand up, but his hand stopped her.

"I'll get him. You relax for a minute."

"Derek, I have three children; I haven't relaxed in six years," she said with a laugh.

He stood to pull on his boxers and gave a little snicker. "Ain't that the truth."

Penelope sighed, her legs splayed and still wobbly from the fun she'd had with her hubby. The enjoyment was short-lived; she'd better pull on something, and fast. The years of sleeping buck naked with her hubby were long gone. She stood, pulling on a worn cotton T-shirt nightgown with buttons down the front. She yawned—a massive, enormous, uberly titanic yawn—and then rolled onto her side. She was damn tired. That wasn't too odd, considering she had a six-year-old, a three-year-old, and a ten-month-old, along with a lovingly demanding husband.

As tired as she was, she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mommy," a hoarse, scratchy voice called as her six-year-old son entered the room. He had blotchy cheeks, and his complexion was far more pale than his usual warm caramel tone.

She frowned with concern and made her way to the doorway. "What's the matter, baby?"

"My throat hurts." Derek Junior, also known as DJ, was holding his neck, his big brown eyes tearing up as he tried to swallow. Penelope knew it must be pretty bad for DJ to tear up. He rarely cried; he was well on his way to being an Alpha male like his father.

She flicked the switch on, flooding the room with light. "Open up," she said, her hands on his shoulders. "Say ahhh."

"Ahhhhh!"

The redness in the little boy's throat was clearly visible under the ceiling fan light, along with white patches of gunk. She clucked her tongue, shaking her head with a worried frown. "Oh, honey. Not good."

Derek walked in, carrying baby Joey. "What's wrong?"

Derek's expression was concerned, but Joey looked happy as a clam. The baby looked vibrantly awake, which was never a good sign at midnight.

"Sore throat. I think it's strep," Pen answered her spouse, sighing heavily. "I'll take him in tomorrow to the doctor to get a culture."

The little boy stiffened and exclaimed over his sore vocal chords, "No! I don't wanna go! That hurts!"

"DJ," Penelope began, "they have to see it so they can give you medicine to make this better."

Pulling away in a panic, her eldest son cried, "No!"

Before she could say another word, Derek handed Joey to Penelope and then put his hand on DJ's shoulder. "Come on, big guy. Let me get you a popsicle to cool that hot throat down, and we'll talk about the doctor tomorrow."

The little boy sniffled, but he couldn't stop the two big tears from overflowing his eyes. They coursed down his cheeks, and Penelope felt her heart break. "I don't wanna go, Daddy."

Derek scooped him up in his arms, not much different than how he'd held Joey, and started gently patting DJ's back. "Popsicle first, then we'll see about tomorrow, okay?"

"O-Okay, but I..."

Penelope couldn't hear the rest of the conversation; Derek and DJ had left the room. Joey was smiling at her, a big grin with just a few teeth. Joseph Morgan had the most infectious grin in the world and very chunky cheeks.

Penelope smiled back at him; she couldn't help it. "When are we going to stop meeting like this, Joe? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping through the night by now?"

The baby cooed in answer. She couldn't be mad at him; it was an impossible task.

She sat in the rocking chair in their room and had started to unbutton her nightgown, when her daughter walked into the room, rubbing her eyes.

"Is it time to get up?" Sasha asked, her little face curious, but tired-looking, too.

Penelope stood. "No, baby. DJ has a sore throat, and Joey's hungry."

The little curly haired girl rubbed both of her eyes. "I'm tired."

Feeding the baby would have to wait. Shifting Joey to one hip, she put her arm around Sasha. "Let me tuck you back in."

Big, golden-brown eyes looked up at her. "Story, too?"

"No, baby," she said, patting her daughter's back. "It's after midnight—too late for a story."

"Midnight," Sasha pondered, tilting her head in the way Reid did before he made some sort of great revelation. "Cinderella has her ugly dress back on."

Pen laughed as she tucked Sasha back in to bed. The little girl was too smart for her own good. When she was pregnant with Sasha, she spent too much time with Reid; Derek was certain he gave her some genes via osmosis. "That's right, honey." Penelope leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Good night, sweetheart."

Sasha turned on her side, cuddling her stuffed panda. "Night, Mommy."

Baby Joey, who was very calm through the majority of the happenings, now was scowling. He looked like he was about to erupt, and it wasn't going to be pretty. Pen jogged back into her room, tugging at her buttons. They wouldn't go, so she pulled her nightgown off over her head, sat in the rocking chair buck naked, and started to nurse the baby.

At midnight, you do what you have to do.

The suckling started immediately, the scowl slowly left, and the baby's eyes grew heavy. Soon, he was nursing away, one hand splayed against Penelope's breast.

"So patient," she said, stroking the baby's soft cheek. "Thank you."

Joey let out a cute little sigh.

Penelope sighed herself and closed her eyes for only a moment...

Derek finished putting DJ into bed, tucking him in and giving him kisses on his hot little forehead. He was standing in the hall now, leaning against the door frame. He yawned; they had to work at eight thirty. He averaged very little sleep most nights, but Penelope was worse. He wondered how she did it and still remained gorgeous, upbeat, and a goddess with those damn computers of hers.

He wandered into their room and glanced at the rocking chair. Joey was sleeping on his naked mommy's lap, tucked in her arm. Penelope was sleeping, her chin resting on her chest.

Derek scooped up the baby, who fussed just a little when he was removed from his mother.

"My turn to cuddle with her, buddy," Derek said to the sleeping baby. He kissed Joey's forehead and then put the baby into his crib. He walked slowly back to his room.

When he entered the room again, he watched the love of his life as she slept contentedly. He thought about how he felt at that moment—grateful, happy, tired, emotional, warmth, affection, even desire, and a host of other things—and there was only one word that completely encompassed the feeling.

Love.

"Now for my very first baby," he murmured, scooping Penelope up in his arms.

She startled and gasped. "Wha—"

"Hush," he said as she began to cuddle into his chest. He laid her down in their bed. He covered her up, then shut off their light before he crawled in next to her. "Good night, Baby Girl."

His answer was a soft snore.