The second spin off the series, this one is probably the most 'adult' story i've done. There won't be a lot of 'vs aliens' in it but hey, some other time.

This is a Sarah/Matt story and will progress through the lives of all the characters. I'll try to be tasteful but I haven't really done this before so bare with me!

If there's a chapter I think is a little more 'mature' than others then I'll leave an (m) in the chapter select or something.

Okay (deep breath) here we go...

PARENTHOOD

ONE: Honeymoon

The jet glided across the clear blue skies; far below it was the deep blue sea, the Caribbean islands doted all around. The jet then began to descend towards the largest island, Cuba. The jet gently descended near Guardalavaca and settled in a large open area. As its engines cooled down, writing could be seen down the side, writing that looked like someone had graffitied the military carrier jet. The words read: Just Married.

The front doors slowly opened and the front ramp lowered to the ground, and the newlyweds stepped out into the Caribbean sunshine.

Sarah took a deep breath and smelt the fresh north Atlantic breeze as it gently blew her hair.

Matt came down the ramp after her, accompanied by Sergeant G.T. Buster. General Monger second in command and trusted comrade. He had been drafted to Area 52 after the Crowe fiasco.

"We'll establish a perimeter around the Caribbean and make sure you two are left to enjoy your honeymoon in piece," said the sergeant, "Anyone with a camera will get the same treatment as the previous crashers."

General Monger had placed a fifty mile no-paparazzi zone and ordered that anyone who pestered the happy couple would have their memories erased and new ones installed, making them forget their previous lives and live a dead end existence in another country.

That was why Derek Dietl was now working in Spain as the guy who cleared up after the bulls under the name Dick Doofus.

"Thank you, Sergeant," said Matt. "So you'll pick us up in two weeks then?"

"Affirmative, one last thing, what you want done with this lot?" the sergeant motioned behind him and a large back bag the size of a truck was wheeled down the ramp. On the front was written 'Hers' and in the side pocket was written 'His'.

"Oh, I'll take that." Said Sarah.

She picked the bag up and threw it over her shoulders; to her, it weighed the same as an ordinary rucksack.

"Right, we'll see you in a fortnight then?" Matt asked the Buster.

"Correct, have a pleasant time."

The sergeant turned and entered the plane as the doors closed behind him, the jet roared into life again and ascended. The happy couple watched till the jet was out of sight.

Sarah knelt down and picked up her husband and beamed at him, "I still can't believe any of this is happening!"

"Believe it, gorgeous," Matt smiled back, "Now it's just you, me and the Caribbean sun."

Sarah placed him on her shoulder and made towards the place where they would be staying.

Obviously, finding accommodations for a fifty foot woman was impossible. But, with co-operations with Monger and even the President, the Golden Shores Hotel had managed to make special arrangements; a large canopy was erected at the side of the hotel and overlooked the sea. It had long white sheets like the curtains on a bed on all sides providing complete privacy.

After Matt checked them in to the manager, the pair made their way into their 'hotel room'. They had done a good job on the place; obviously it wasn't as elegant as a normal hotel room but it had everything they needed. A bed big enough for Sarah and more, a large wardrobe and dresser with a TV on top and a curtained off area that was most likely the bathroom.

Sarah unloaded the backpack onto the bag and unzipped the side pocket with 'His' written on it, she reached inside and pulled out a suitcase that had all of Matt's clothes inside. She placed Matt on the bed and handed him his suitcase.

Whilst Matt made his way over to the giant wardrobe, Sarah unzipped the rest of the bag that contained her own stuff; she looked over to her husband who was putting his clothes in special compartments in the wardrobe made just for him. She didn't want him to see what she had, not yet.

Soon Matt was unpacked and was checking out the bed, which had been nicknamed Emperor-sized bed, the next size up from Kings-size. Sarah hadn't finished unpacking yet.

"Why don't you check out the beaches whilst I finish here?" she asked him, "I'll catch up with you."

"I'm sure you will. Okay, see you later."

Climbing down, Matt made his way out of the suite and onto the white beaches; the sun had made it hot to stand on bare foot but he could bare it. Most of the holidaymakers were further up the beach and Matt didn't feel like walking into a sea of people. The other way seemed a lot quieter, he couldn't see anyone in sight, so he decided to go an explore the endless path of white sands.

Two hours later and Matt was a good few miles from the hotel and, what seemed to be, civilization itself. He thought this was the perfect place to sit down, relax and take in the view before him.

Leaning back on a palm tree, he watched as the sun descended into its late afternoon stage. The sound of the waves and rustling of trees swaying in the wind was all he could hear.

As time went on, the sea slowly crept in and the yellow son was starting to turn orange as it ebbed closer towards the horizon. As Matt watched, he began to feel vibrations as his hands lay in the sand. The vibrations came one after another, almost like the beat of a drum.

He smiled; he knew his wife was coming, the vibrations were Sarah's footsteps in the sand, coming this way. He got up and walked onto the beach so she could see him and he could see her, and the sight nearly made his eyes blow out of their sockets like party poppers.

There was Sarah, coming down the beach in a red bikini; she smiled at her husband's reaction. She'd been waiting to see the look on his face.

Matt's mouth went up and down, words followed soon after, "I…that…you look…incredible!"

"Aw thanks," Sarah knelt down next to him, "you know something; when I was normal sized I never used to like red but since turning giant I think it really suits me,"

"Amen to that."

Sarah beamed at her husband, "So…now that we're here, how about a swim?"

Matt got up, "You really think you can keep up with me?" he joked, "I've been workin out ya know?"

Sarah stood up and placed her hands on her hips, "Bring it on," she said.

Matt whipped off his shirt and ran for the waves; he got up to his waist and dived right in. As he surfaced, he could hear Sarah's footsteps crashing into the waters behind him and then, almost with ease, Sarah ran past him as he continued swimming outwards. Obviously she had to go further out as the water only came up to her knees where he was. Matt continued to pound the waves as he swam after his wife. But it wasn't long before she was out of sight.

Matt carried on till he was almost a quarter mile out, his arms ached and his lungs burned. The waters were calm, he looked all around but he couldn't see Sarah anywhere, where had she gone?

He suddenly felt a rush of water beneath him like he was beneath a geezer. Something was coming towards from underneath, maybe it was a shark?

Before he could react, something large came right underneath him and raised him out of the water, he clung on for dear life as he rose then fell onto a wet soft surface.

"Matt?"

Matt opened his eyes and realised he was lying on top of his wife's head. She didn't seem to realize he was there; she looked all around like he had earlier.

"Matt?"

"Up here." He said.

Sarah's hands rose out of the water and plucked him off her head, bringing him back into the water in front of her.

"Oh sorry about that," she chuckled, "I was trying to appear just in front of you but I was a little off."

"Just a little bit." He said, "Were you underwater the whole time?"

"Yeah, I never really tried before but because my lungs are bigger it means I can hold my breath for a lot longer. I was underwater for I guess 14 minutes, then I saw you on the surface and tried to surprise you."

"Well you certainly did that!" he laughed.

The sun was now tapping the horizon and the first stars were starting to appear.

"Looks like we'll have to head back." Said Matt.

"You must be exhausted, here…"

Sarah lifted him out of the water again and placed him back on top of her head. Then slowly she began to swim back to shore with Matt sitting on her head with his arms out stretched.

"I'm king of the world!" he joked.

Sarah eventually crawled onto the beach and placed her husband back onto the warm sand, "Thank you riding the U.S. Titana. I hope your trip was enjoyable?"

"Oh it was," Matt smiled.

Sarah placed her hand on her shoulder as she rotated it, "Ngh, think all that swimming has seized me up," she said.

"Anything I can do?" Matt asked.

"Yeah," Sarah said, she laid down on her front, "Could you loosen me up?"

Matt cracked his knuckles and climbed onto his wife's back; it was like standing on a bouncy castle and was difficult to stay standing so he got down on his knees in order to stay upright.

Sarah raised her hands behind her back and undid her bikini strap, leaving Matt with a bare, slippery and rather sexy body to massage.

Sarah moved her arms under her head and rested on them, "I'm ready, honey."

Matt decided to begin with the shoulders, he slid over to her shoulder blades and placed his hands on her right shoulder and gradually applied pressure as he moved his hands in a circle.

"Mmmm," purred Sarah, "that's the spot,"

Matt applied more pressure and rhythm to his efforts, Sarah let out small moans of happiness with each circle. Matt then moved over and began massaging the other shoulder; to him it was like pressing into a mountain of dough that always returned to its original form when he removed his hands. Sarah was enjoying her massage treatment, she hadn't had a massage since visiting a spa with her mom many years ago, she was in total bliss.

She looked over her shoulder to look at Matt, "Er dear? I think you need to go a little lower," she said.

Sarah felt him slide slowly down her back, using his whole body to massage her back. Sarah felt really relaxed, so relaxed she felt she could fall asleep almost straight away. Then Matt stopped and Sarah felt him get to his feet, she looked round and saw him marvelling her butt.

"Phew!" he whistled, "What a butt!"

"Do you mind?" she asked.

"Hey, I can't help it, I like big butts and I cannot lie…" he quoted.

He then grabbed her bikini bottom and pulled himself up; it was like standing on a bouncy castle. Sarah wanted to tell him to carry on rubbing her back but the feeling of him on her rump felt just as exhilarating.

Matt then started to lightly jump up and down on her left buttock, he then jumped higher and landed on the right side, he then began interchanging from cheek to cheek. This made Matt feel the happiest he had been all day and secretly Sarah was enjoying it too.

But soon Sarah had had enough and decided to end his little game, she shifted slightly making Matt slip and fall between her cheeks, she then clenched and trapped him between her large mounds.

"Looks like Baby Got Back…" Sarah smirked.

"Alright alright, I'm done!" said Matt, raising his free hand, "Just please release me!"

Sarah did so and freed him from her derriere; he slid off as she straightened her bikini bottom and did up her top. Matt walked round to her face and the couple kissed.

"So, overall was I any good?" he joked.

"That was…so good." She sighed happily.

The sun had now disappeared behind the horizon, leaving just a darkening orange glow. Sarah picked up her husband and placed him on her shoulder as she stood up.

"Come on darling, we better get back, I gotta wash this salt out of my hair!" she said.

Note: I want everyone who's reading this to please read I.'s story 'I Am a Believer'.

Why: cos I said so.

If you don't: expect a knock on your door in the next 10 minutes!