"Come on, Stephanie. You aren't serious." Joe was looking at me like I'd lost my mind. It wasn't the first time he'd looked at me that way.

We'd been married almost a year and had learned a couple of months ago that we were expecting our first child. "Joe, this is for a great cause. The hospital is raising money for the neo-natal unit. What if Joe Jr. needs extra care when he comes?" Okay, so I had no idea if this was a boy or a girl yet, I was trying to pull at Joe's heart strings.

"Okay, so say the baby comes early and needs extra help. What the hell does that have to do with me being a pin-up boy in a calendar?" His eyebrows were furrowed and I could tell I wasn't making progress.

"Well," I said, "for the past several years, the hospital has produced a calendar featuring women who would give birth in the upcoming year. It has been cute and fun, but sales haven't been outstanding. After seeing you, and Tank, and Carl Costanza, my doctor's receptionist had a good idea and she suggested that this year's calendar feature not only the Mommies but also the Daddies of this year's crop of babies since there seemed to be more than a normal share of incredibly sexy Daddies. Joe, why spend all that time and effort at the gym if no one gets to see that excellent body of yours except me?"

Joe was pretty vain. He liked having women ogle him. I was appealing to that sense since the 'raising money for the babies' angle hadn't worked.

"Cupcake, you've always acted pretty jealous and insecure about anyone who gave me a second look in the past, not because of anything I've done, but just the same….Why do you want me to do this now?" He was still skeptical.

I responded, "Well, it wouldn't be just you. They want you and I to be Mr. and Mrs. December. We'd be there together. Lula and Tank will be Mr. and Mrs. February and Carl Costanza and Carol Zabo, even though they aren't married yet, will be Mr. and Mrs. October. Please, Joe? Please? This way, it includes both the preggie Mommie and the Hottie Daddie. The calendar is going to be called Hot Papas."

Joe was still looking at me. Obviously unimpressed. "What would we wear?"

I know I started grinning before he even got the question out. "Well, I'd wear a little sparkly velvet Mrs. Santa suit with marabou trim."

Joe's eyes got all dark and sexy when I said the word 'velvet'. "What's marabou?"

"It's that little fluffy, feathery like stuff that you like."

I had no idea if he liked it, but seems like he should and I was pressing for a point here.

"Do you get to keep the dress?" He asked, all dreamy.

"Of course." I had no idea.

"Okay, so that's what you wear." He said. "I'm afraid to ask, but what do I wear?"

"Well," I said, moving onto his lap, "you wouldn't wear anything exactly, but you would hold your Santa cap in front of you in a very strategic location to keep the calendar from being XXX Rated." I was smiling at him. "And I would hold a little sprig of mistletoe over your head and kiss you on the cheek. Wouldn't that be cute?"

"My mother would have a stroke." He said. I could tell he was enjoying the idea, however, because he was smiling.

Okay, I'm going to have to bring out the big guns. "I know about your doing the Sexy Arm of the Law Calendar years ago. It won't be your first calendar shot."

He was smiling full force now. "That was sort of fun. People are still recognizing me, even now and that was like 6 years ago. Well, it is for a good cause."