Author's notes: I really would like to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I'm sorry I made you confused, though it was great to receive your feedback, so I can do better next time. I hope I can make it up to you with this and the following chapters.

You will see all the missing parts in this and the next chapters.

I also would like to thank you for following this story until here. Brace yourselves, things will get angsty.

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Chapter 7: The breakfast disturbance

The soft fabric slid through his back. Amy's hands were lighter than plume, and Sheldon enjoyed immensely how she traveled with the towel through his body, helping him get dry after their shower. His eidetic memory didn't help much. With every touch, he remembered their morning activities - which he thought that would be just the beginning of something more intimate, but quickly got out of hand... And, surprisingly, he was the one who initiated it.

Dropping his head back, Amy carefully dried his hair, being careful with his wound.

"Sheldon, I think the bandage needs to be replaced... Do you trust me to do it for you?"

'If I trust her? Is she really asking me that after all we did since last night?' he thought, not really bothered by the question. He loved the way she always asked for permission, respecting his limitations, which he was slowly losing, one at a time, with her help. He reached for her hand and pulled her to him, sitting her on his lap.

"Amy, I do trust you." He kissed her softly, reassuring her. He opened his eyes, and saw that she still had hers closed, with a genuine smile on her face. He couldn't help but find her lips once again, this time more passionately. He let his hands caress her waist, bringing her closer to him.

That kiss sent him back to early that morning. He never thought he would embarrass himself like that, waking up 'attached' to his girlfriend, after quite a vivid dream. Amy could probably explain his reaction better. If he knew her well, she would love to place electrodes in his head to see how his brain reacted to that dream and why his body responded physically to that. How he loved her scientific approach even to the most banal things! Not that he was calling what they did banal, it's just that he loved how brilliant she was in every aspect.

He slowly lay her on the bed, dropping little kisses from her jaw to her neck, his hands moving up a bit, finding the soft skin of her chest. He heard her moaning, so quiet, but enough to make him lose himself.

Amy still couldn't believe how things moved fast with them since last night. They grew so intimate so easily, it was so natural, she didn't know why she had been so worried about it. The fear of getting close to him, of touching him, of frightening him so much that he would run away again. He allowed her to get closer to him than she ever imagined. Waking up with him grinding against her was everything but what she expected to happen. And how amazing it was to feel him like that! And she would never bet it could get any better. But it did.

She felt Sheldon's lips getting down, down, finding her nipples, and she couldn't believe how fast he learned the things she likes. That feeling brought her memories from their previous activities.

He was so embarrassed for waking up that way, she wanted to reassure him that it was fine, that she liked it. She pulled him to a hug.

"I could wake up with you like that everyday... I was surprised, but I loved to feel so close to you."

After that he held her tight, kissing her with a passion she had never seen before.

"Amy, these clothes are sticky." But he didn't do anything about it. He just continued kissing her, his fingers combing her hair, her body on his.

"Do you want to take a shower?" She asked between kisses.

"Maybe later." He turned her on the bed, now he was on top of her, still kissing her and exploring her body with his hands. "I think we should just get rid of these sticky clothes." He grabbed the hem of her nightgown and started lifting it, feeling the soft skin with the tip of his fingers as it was revealed.

Her hands opened his pajama top, and she helped him remove it. He tugged her nightgown over her head. Then he lowered his hands again, caressing the lacy fabric of her panties, playing with the band. "This is sticky too. Off, now." He ordered, and she obeyed him without a second thought, helping him pull it through her legs.

"And so are these." She pointed to his pajama pants and briefs. He nodded, and quickly got rid of them. Lifting his head again, his blue eyes met hers. He gulped, feeling that they reached a point with no return.

"Amy, can I show you what we did in my dream?"

"In the shower?" She was breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on his.

"Well... I can show it to you here... We can try the shower some other time." Suddenly he remembered something he didn't think about in his dream. "Amy, we don't have protection. Are you still on the pill?"

"Yes, Sheldon, I'm taking it regularly, you know that."

"Is it ok for you to continue?"

She nodded, grinning, her heart beating so fast that she thought it would explode.

"Well, first you were washing me, and your hand was here." He took her hand and placed it down on his nether region, sliding her hand with his over it. "Ohhh it feels so much better in real life..."

After her hand found a rhythm, she felt him tracing a line up from her thigh. "And then I started exploring you too." Amy moaned as his fingers met her wetness, finding her nub.

They kept on pleasuring each other, feeling it for the first time. Amy's body froze, her mind went blank, as she felt her orgasm reach her. She placed a hand over his, removing it from her. "Please stop, I can't handle it anymore."

"Oh, I think you can... Please, allow me to demonstrate." Using his memory from the dream he had, he slowly turned her around, grabbing her hips and bringing her closer to him.

She tensed a bit, fearing the pain and their first contact. She closed her eyes and squeezed his hand. "Please, Sheldon, be gentle."

He placed his head on her shoulder, whispering in her ear. "I will. Don't be afraid, if I'm correct you will enjoy it very much after the initial pain fades."

She nodded and tried to relax a little. 'How could he be so calm about it?' She felt his hands caressing her bottom, as he got closer to her. He slowly placed his shaft on her core, grinding against her wetness until he found her entrance, and finally he began to push. He knew better not to hurt her, and advanced gently, giving her time to adjust to him. He brought one hand to her breast, pulling her closer to him, as the other stayed on her hip.

"Are you ok?" He whispered to her again in her ear. She felt goosebumps with the closeness of his mouth and his breath to her neck.

"Hmmhmm" She murmured, overwhelmed by all the sensations together. He started thrusting slowly inside of her. She didn't feel much pain, it was just at the beginning, but he was so slow and kind that helped her a lot.

"Oh, Amy, this is unbelievably so much better than my dream!" He brought a hand to her face and turned it to him, their lips met in a hungry and passionate kiss as he continued his motion. After a while she felt it was coming to an end, her walls were clenching against him, and she felt him releasing inside of her.

He held her close for a long time, until their breathing returned to normal. She didn't want to let him go just yet, it felt so great to be connected to him. She didn't remember when they fell asleep, but she just knew that she never wanted that day to end.

"Amy?"

"Yes? Oh, sorry, Sheldon, I was..."

Sheldon was staring at her, she was lost in her thoughts, really far away. He raised his eyebrow to her.

"You were...?"

"I was in the zone."

"Oh, alright. Are you worried about something? Did you forget to take the pill?"

"No, Sheldon, I told you, I took the pill. I was just remembering... things..." She smiled at him.

"Are you still going to change my bandage?"

"Oh, yes, sorry!" She stood up quickly, searching for the material in the bedside table. She was opening the small bottle of alcohol to disinfect the wound when it slipped from her hand and fell on the floor, spreading all over the carpet.

"Oh, crap."

"Hey! Watch the language, little lady!"

"Sorry!" She giggled. Her boyfriend could be so silly sometimes. "I guess I will have to go downstairs and see if I can find some more."

She put on her clothes quickly and left the room.

"This is not a good idea, Jessy."

"Mom, after you told me last night he was here I just couldn't stop thinking, and..."

"And what, Jessy, what do you expect?"

"I don't know. It just feels like he needs to know he has a son!"

"Jessy, Leonard is getting married soon with Penny, they are happy together, we don't need to spoil it for him, it's been so hard for him to have affection all his life!"

"I think he will like to know he is a father!"

"Err... Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, Deena, but I need some disinfectant... Do you know where I can find it?"

"Oh, sure, Mrs. Cooper, I will get some for you." Deena was pale, afraid that she might have overheard their conversation.

"Well, you can call me Amy. Sheldon and I are not married." Amy blushed a little. She was confused about what she accidentally heard of her conversation and the other woman.

"Here it is, Amy. By the way, this is Jessica, my daughter, and that over there is her son, Tommy.

"Pleased to meet you. Now if you excuse me I need to help Sheldon with his wound."

Amy quickly turned away and ran back upstairs.

Sheldon saw Amy opening the door again, and greeted her with a kiss. When his girlfriend didn't respond as expected, he noticed that there was something wrong.

"Are you ok?"

"I... I guess... I'm confused."

"What happened downstairs? Did Beverly tell you something inappropriate? That woman is surely surprising me with her behaviour..."

"No, it was something that I heard in the kitchen, and I'm not sure if I heard it correctly."

"What is it?"

"I... I think Leonard is a father!"

"Whaaat? Are you sure?"

"I heard Deena talking to her daughter and she mentioned something about Leonard being the father of her son, Tommy!"

"Deena's son?"

"No! Her daughter's, Jessica!"

"Oh, that would make more sense. But Leonard never mentioned anything about having a child before."

"I think he doesn't know about it."

"What's the name of the child, again?"

"She told me his name is Tommy."

"Hmmm... I remember Beverly mentioning something about his boy some time ago... I guess..."

"Does Beverly know?"

"Well, I'm not sure, but she said something about a really smart boy, she said he was quite similar to me, he already skipped a few grades and she is paying for his education."

"Should we tell Leonard?"

"Well, let's finish with my wound here and we go downstairs and see what happens... We are already late by the way... And talking about being late, did you take your pill today?"

"Sheldon! It's not time yet! I won't forget it, I never forget it, you don't have to remind it to me all the time!"

"Oh, ok, sorry, Miss 'I don't have to be reminded' Farrah Fowler!" He made a childish face and she gave him a little slap on his butt, cheerfully.

Penny, Leonard and Beverly were sitting at the dining room waiting for breakfast to be served. Penny was playing with Leonard's hood, and Beverly was quiet, reading the newspaper. She looked at her watch and noticed that Deena was late with breakfast.

"Why is she taking so long to serve breakfast? She knows that I have breakfast everyday at 9 am, and it's already 9:15. Is it so hard to remember?" She stood up and headed to the kitchen.

When she arrived there, she saw little Tommy sitting on a stool eating cookies. Apparently, everything was ready, but she didn't see Deena.

She approached the little boy and greeted him.

"Good morning, Tomas."

"Good morning, Mrs. Hofstadter."

"Would you mind informing where your grandmother is?"

"She's in the next room talking to my mother. They think I can't listen, but I know what they are talking about."

She looked at the boy curiously, trying to understand what he meant with that.

"So, your mother is here, and where is your brother?"

"He's spending Christmas with his dad."

"And are you doing well at school?"

"Yes, school is fine. Next year I'm going to high school, but I'm scared of the big boys..."

"Good. If you get threatened at school you can always inform your teacher or the counselors and request that the boys are punished for their behaviour. You should also inform your parents about it."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hofstadter. I hope I can find friends in my new classroom."

"Sure."

"Mrs. Hofstadter, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Are you my grandmother?"

She stared at the boy, stunned. She didn't know what to say. Why did he think that?

"Why... why... why do you think I'm your grandmother?"

"Because I heard Mom talking to Granny that your son Leonard is my father."

At that time, Deena entered in the kitchen with Jessy and found Beverly talking to Tommy.

"Deena, is that true what your grandson has just told me?"

"What did you tell her, Tommy?"

"That Leonard is my father. Is it true, Granny?"

"No! I mean, where did you take this idea from?"

"I'm not stupid, Granny! I heard you and Mom talking!"

Jessica didn't know what to do. That was not the way she wanted Leonard to find it out. "Oh my God, it was a bad idea to come here. Come on, Tommy, let's go, it's time to leave. Say goodbye to your grandma."

"Do you mean grandmas?"

"Tommy!" Jessica grabbed his arm and pulled him through the back door with her, leaving the house without saying any other word.

Amy helped Sheldon to walk down the stairs, and as they arrived at the dining room she grabbed Penny's arm and asked quietly to talk to her in private.

"What happened, Amy, is everything ok between you and Sheldon?"

"Oh yeah, better than great! But that-"

"Ooooh! Something happened! Tell me all of it!"

"Bestie, not now, I need to-"

"No, no, no! You're telling me everything now, missy!"

"Ok, we finally had sex this morning."

"Shut up!" Penny grabbed her arms and started shaking her. "How did it happen? How was it?"

"PENNY!" Amy hissed. "Listen to me, I have something else to tell you, later I give you details!"

"Ok, ok, it's just that it's huge!"

"Yes, but listen. I heard something this morning in the kitchen and I thought I should warn you." Amy said in a serious tone.

Penny looked at her worried. "What is it, sweetie?"

"I think Leonard had a son with Deena's daughter."

"What?" Penny was shocked. How did Amy know about that, Leonard has just told her about this story!

"I heard Deena speaking to her daughter. The boy was even in the kitchen, and when I arrived she looked like someone being caught doing something wrong."

"Well, Leonard told me this morning about Jessica, but I think you misunderstood. She used to be his girlfriend, but she cheated on him with another guy and got pregnant. But Leonard was still a virgin, so he can't be his child."

"It might be, maybe I heard something wrong..."

"All right, but thanks for telling me... Now let's go back to the dining room, I don't want to hear Beverly's speech about 'Punctuality: best practices for an efficient routine.'" Penny quoted, gesturing with her fingers.

Deena started serving breakfast. Everybody was already sat at the table, and she was clearly nervous about the conversation minutes ago. She spilled coffee out of Leonard's cup.

"Sorry, Leonard, I'll change your cup."

"That's ok, Deena, it won't be necessary, I can clean it with a napkin."

Beverly looks at the scene, shaking her head in disapproval. She looked at the other side and saw Amy having a look at Sheldon's wound.

"How is your concussion recovering, Sheldon?"

"Good, Beverly. Thanks for asking. Amy is taking good care of me." He looked at his girlfriend and they both smiled at each other.

Deena started serving Beverly, when she dropped a spoon on the table over a plate, making a loud noise. Beverly stares at her, and Deena looks back at her nervously. Leonard watches the scene and notices a tension in the air.

"Is everything ok between you too? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Beverly and Deena answered at the same time.

"So why are you so nervous, Deena?"

"Nothing, Leonard, don't worry."

"All right."

Everybody started eating, and after a moment of silence Leonard tried to break the ice.

"So, mother, I saw that you labeled the whole basement. It looks pretty different from when I lived here."

"Of course it is different, Leonard. It is organized, instead of that awful chaos that your father used to have there."

"Well, I found his stuff there under the "unmentionable's" tags. Great way to refer to him, by the way."

"I don't understand your need of being sarcastic about my unwilling of remembering his name."

"If you don't want to remember about him why did you keep his stuff?"

"Leonard, just because he preferred to live his life with a waitress over me I wouldn't consider to throw away his personal objects like an emotional betrayed wife."

"If you say so..."

"I haven't discarded your personal objects, why would I do that to his things? By the way, have you found anything still useful there? If so, I can have it despatched to California so I can have extra storage room."

"Oh, sure, why would you keep my stuff, right? I'm just your son, nothing important."

"Leonard, don't you give me your over sentimental speech about how I should act as an overly attached mother, keeping your objects here as a way of not missing you."

"Beverly, I don't understand what's wrong about keeping a son's personal objects at home. My mom does that and I like it." Sheldon blurted out, he couldn't help but feel hurt by her words to his best friend.

"Yeah, my mother keeps my stuff too in Nebraska."

Deena couldn't hold it to herself any longer. "Apparently that's what nice mothers do to their children, they like to feel attached to them even years after they left."

"Deena, keep your ideas to yourself, please, we don't need to lead this conversation into a low sphere."

"Do that, Beverly, avoid it as long as you can, but what are you going to do later when you're alone and in need of your children's help?"

"Oh, Deena, don't bother to try to make her see it, it's worthless. And mother, by the way, I found something really useful in the basement: my hugging machine. I can lend it to you in the future when you're feeling lonely and miserable."

Beverly gulps. She didn't expect Leonard to tell her something that cruel. Was he finally turning into her?

"Well, Leonard, you would be surprised to see that your beloved 'Mommy Deena' hid something so important from you all these years. Wouldn't he, Deena?"

Deena opened her mouth in shock. She didn't know what to say. She ran back to the kitchen, leaving everyone with a confused look, except for Beverly, who kept her regular emotionless face. Leonard stood up and walked after her. Penny looked around, still in shock, but suddenly stood up as well and went after him.