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I have to admit, it took me a few extra days then I wanted it to take to post this. Why, you ask? Because I was teasing my brother who's nine years old about his first 'girlfriend' XD It was too funny to pass up! And adorable.

Though their conversations were attempts to be civil and speak of things 'normal' people would speak of, half the time it were subtle insults. These hidden abuses traveled across the room and table like little bullets, damaging only pride and sensibility. It went on for hours.

The clock showed it was well past nine and, although it seemed early for the adults, for little Hasani it was bedtime.

After dinner, they all had coffee except for Monty who insisted upon another cup of Earl Grey. Ron, who seemed to be the starter of such subtle snaps, seemed rather satisfied that they had something American. Nukpana only smiled at his comment for they would always tease each other of their origins; America, Egypt, and England.

As they spoke for the next hour and a half, Hasani lay on his own bean bag, playing and talking to Rufus. Although his master had grown, Rufus seemed to be as young and as spry as before. Chattering and chipping almost, he spoke words that a three year old would say. True the mole rat was incredibly smart for his species, but his thoughts that he could express into words were limited.

While they spoke of simple things, such as jobs and the world's events and even a bit of the past, Hasani fell asleep. It was as though when the clock struck nine that a little button in his mind shut off his brain, in a sense, and put him to sleep. Once he was in a dead slumber, Nukpana became rather motherly and placed a warm blanket over him. "Monty will carry him when we go to bed." She informed her friends after kissing her son's forehead.

The red head smiled but felt a pang of hurt in her heart. She was 28, just like Ron and Nukpana, and although their careers were on the peak of perfection, she longed for something. They were all young and still had a few dreams, their old ones fallen like the plucked petal of a flower. There was one thing she still dreamed of and probably would for quite some time.

Months ago she had gotten the wedding she always dreamed of to the man she truly loved. Her father had, with teary eyes, given her away to that man. Her mother had cried as she helped pick out the dress she would wear. Her friends stood on the side, smiling happily for her. It was all she dreamed of and more.

Now, watching her old friend kiss her son, she felt her maternal instincts kick in…and she wanted a child.

How ironic it was that these two good friends should be jealous of each other, jealous of what one another had. It was cruel and sickly funny at how much they pined to be in one another's shoes at times. They probably would never tell each other out loud, they sensed it.

Though she would never admit it out loud or even to herself perhaps, Nukpana desired to be married. She wanted to wear a gold band over her finger with a beautiful diamond in it that proclaimed her a true wife to Fiske. She already knew how to cook and sew, though she usually put some flesh into the piece though, and clean. She already did these traits of a good wife for Monty. True she was happy with what they had now, a lover who would risk his life for her and had done so before and a son who was perfect in her eyes, she wanted more.

Kim wanted to hold a child, to kiss a child, to hug a child, to have a child. Having a child always seemed to perfect a family. Whether or not the parents were married, just so long as they loved each other and had a child, it seemed to Kim that it was a family. In her mind, she felt as though her life was half complete. Having an offspring would complete it, would allow her to be completely happy.

After all, every woman had maternal instincts hidden somewhere. This crime fighter of sorts was no different.

"It was a delicious dinner, Nukpana! I wish I knew how to cook." Kim complimented for the umpteenth time as they stood, about to leave. The clock chimed ten times, making Nukpana chuckle.

"What do you know; Ron and Monty managed to be polite for a whole hour! Maybe they're finally growing up!" The girls snickered as their men merely glared. It was quite humorous actually to see the monkey loving man with touches of gray in his hair to be called 'growing up'.

"Anyway, we should be going." They once again exchanged good byes. "Tell Hasani we'll visit in a few weeks." Kim smiled at the sleeping child who Monty had in his arms, carrying up to bed. That was one good thing about him being premature; he was small for his age.

Once the door was shut, Nukpana turned towards her family and smiled. Unknown to Monkey fist, he looked at the son in his arms with faint pride and love in his eyes, a small grin on his face. It was clear that he treasured his son though it was probably difficult to say.

"As soon as he's in bed, Monty, come to your own." She commanded lightly before jogging up the stairs, dodging his surprised or outraged remarks.

When she reached their room, she let out a happy sigh of content, one of which a rarity. A few moments later, she heard Monty walk into the dimly lit room. Stretched out on the bed which was as soft as Monty's usual expression was hard, Nukpana looked up with a smirk. "That was a fun dinner."

Suddenly she was cut off by a warm body tackling her. With a grunt, she felt them both bounce a few times before halting any movement. Looking up at the man, she blushed to see lust gleam in his eye. Hovering over her like a hunter stalked its prey, waiting for the right moment to literally dive down and take a bite out of the neck…oh, it was hot.

"Master?"

"Don't 'master' me, girl." He still called her such a name for amusement sake. "You didn't allow me to snap at Stoppable, not as much as I would have liked."

"Are you going to punish me?" She arched her hips up, giggling like a maiden when she felt his hard flesh against her thigh.

"Oh yes, you can believe that." He leaned down, his lips barely a centimeter from her lips. At this position, he couldn't see how huge her eyes were. "Do you want to know your punishment?"

"Please?" She whispered, her voice husky. It had been so long since they played like this! She recalled how when she first was taken in by him, when she first got into calling him 'master', when she first started to train under his watch…she fantasized. Her fantasies were far from pure or innocent, not when it involved dark whimpers of his name and slaps of the flesh sounding around the room.

"No sex for tonight then." He suddenly rolled off her, lying on the side far from the lamp.

"What?!" She almost screeched.

Monty smirked as he closed his eyes. "Careful my dear, you're starting to sound more monkey like every time. Anyway, that is your punishment; no sex."

"But…" She stopped suddenly. Nukpana's red eyes drifted up to his face to see how tired he really was. With a sad smile, she tilted her head and realized he was indeed getting old…he was too tired from life to make love.

I wasn't originally going to stop here but looking at my schedule for the next week, I won't be able to update after tonight…or write too much, just scraps. Hope you enjoyed this chapter though!

Next chapter: Can you guess what Ron and Kim do for a living? Wonder when they got married? We see a little bit of daily routines in Ron and Kim's life.