"Don't you dare." Melissa warned without opening her eyes. She heard a snort followed by retreating footsteps and smiled in satisfaction. Her husband could move as silently as a shadow but she could always sense him, no matter how quietly he tried to sneak around "You know how long I can hold this handstand for now?"
"Nearly three minutes, by my last count."
Melissa slowly lowered her knees to her chest and the rest of her body followed until she was sitting on her haunches on the floor. Evening light filtered in through the windows, bathing the room in a comforting glow.
"So why try and spoil my record? Don't tell me it's because you're jealous."
Soap smirked and sipped his black tea, watching her from the doorway.
"Pettiness is a powerful thing." He said sagely and she rolled her eyes before clearing away the yoga mat. Melissa could feel her husband's eyes burning into her rear and refused to look at him as she tried to walk past, only to have a built arm swarth her small waist and press her back into his defined chest. Soap's breath was hot on her ear "Don't think I'm just going to let you get away now, are ya?"
Melissa giggled. She felt like she was twenty again, sneaking around with her college "study buddy". She looked up at Soap, blue eyes clashing with hazel challengingly. Quickly, she pinched him in his ticklish side, causing him to yelp and let her go. Melissa quickly ran down the hall to their bedroom and closed the ensuite door. She waited for a full minute and quickly became confused when her husband didn't come barging through the door. Cautiously, she opened it a crack and peered out. Bedroom was empty. Hide and seek? Melissa tiptoed out of the room and back down the hallway.
The only sound on the upper level was the clock as the hands ticked away, sending its clicking echoes down the hall. Melissa peered into her office; messy but lacking her husband. Did she really leave her sandwich on the couch there? She made a note to clean it later. Soap's office? Annoyingly spotless as usual.
The fourth door down proved luckier and the sight melted her into an estrogen puddle. Soap was pulling a squirming bundle out of one of the cribs, murmuring quietly and patting its back. He smiled when he saw Melissa standing there, watching.
"As much as I would have loved the chase, these guys got to me first."
"Daddy radar went off, eh?"
"It's always on." Soap bounced the baby to stop him fussing and Melissa went over to the second crib. A pair of blue eyes, just like his dad's, lit up at the sight of her and he gurgled, outstretching his arms. Melissa grinned and picked her son up, inhaling the baby powder scent on his blankets. "Luke is clean."
"So is Eric." Melissa sighed as the baby felt around her chest "God, he's greedy. I wonder where he gets it from?"
Soap shrugged, refusing to bite at the implication.
"I'll get a bottle from downstairs." Soap made to walk out until Melissa cleared her throat pointedly. Soap grinned and walked back over in two strides, bending down for a chaste peck that felt much more intimate than a full on passionate embrace. Melissa smiled as she watched her husband leave with one twin and sat down in the rocking chair, made by her father, to nurse the other.
Life was pretty damn good right now.