As the Ricardos and Mertzes hugged and laughed with each other, Lucy and Ethel both realized something. Even though they didn't want the candy, they needed to eat some to show their appreciation for the gift they had gotten. So they released from their hugs and opened the boxes to pass around while watching television. Ricky had the night off, so he got to stay home with Lucy.

"I'll take a few pieces into the kitchen," Lucy sighed as she went to go cook dinner.

"Honey, dun't overwork yourself," Ricky called after her. "I'll order something in." Ordering in food was a rare treat in both the Ricardo and Mertz households; everybody squealed with delight. "Come back here and watch the program with us."

"What would you like to order, honey bunch? " Fred asked his wife.

"I'm not sure... but I really could go for some Chinese food."

"Oh, boy!" Lucy cried, hearing Ethel's comment. "That sounds so good!"

"Okay," Ricky said. "I'll put a call in to House of Sesame and order."

30 minutes later, the food arrived. Lucy had set up a table for everyone to sit at, and Ricky opened up the containers of food. "This is perfect! Wonderful choice, Ethel! Come dig in!" The Ricardos and Mertzes scarfed down their delicious food without a peep. Once the table was cleared, everybody played a game of bridge.

That night, Ricky and Lucy sat in bed together. "Honey," Ricky said, "you never tol' me 'bout your day."

"Oh?" Lucy laughed. "Well, to make a long story short, it was very chocolatey. I'll spare you the details. How was your day, darling?"

"Very ricey... to make a long story short." Ricky laughed before taking Lucy by the shoulders and looking into her deep blue eyes, as blue as the bluest of oceans. "I love you, Lucy. I hope you know that."

"I know. I love you too."

"You're the most beautiful wife in the whole wide world. "

"And you're the most-" Just then, Lucy was overcome by a feeling of nausea and sharp abdominal pains. "RICKY! I ATE TOO MUCH! I'M GONNA THROW UP!" Ricky shot out of bed as if a pistol had gone off and pulled Lucy up. He brought her into the bathroom... too late. She had already thrown up all over her favorite pajamas. She clutched her stomach and wound up touching her own vomit.

"Oh, Lucy," Ricky sighed. He stepped in front of her only to be vomited on. Pretending not to notice, he gently pushed Lucy towards the toilet. Lucy vomited once more before croaking,

"I think I'm finished. Oh, dear, I threw up on you. You must be so mad at me..." Lucy cried, clutching her stomach in pain.

"No, no, honey! Not at all! I understand. Once, when I was a little boy in Cuba, my entire family had a stomach virus, and they all threw up on me. You could say I'm pretty used to it, huh?"

"Do you really mean it, Enrique Alberto Ricardo y Acha III? "

"Yes, Lucille Esmeralda McGillicuddy Ricardo. And I have the perfect way to make your stomach feel better and convince you all at the same time."

Ricky swooped Lucy up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. After laying her on the bed, he unbuttoned Lucy's pajama top and pulled it away from her body, to reveal her milky breasts. Glad she was not wearing a bra, he left hot kisses in between them and moved his mouth down her stomach whilst rolling a nipple between his fingers. Meanwhile, Lucy's hands wandered towards Ricky's pajama shirt. She unbuttoned it and took It off of him, longing to feel his body against hers. Ricky took his hands away from Lucy and shed his bottoms. As he pulled Lucy's bottoms off, his desire grew and grew. He slowly entered into Lucy, and not only her doubt but also her stomach pain disappeared...