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Dylan was now a four month old baby, and since that amazing night when he had chosen his first word, he had produced a vast vocabulary. Dylan had changed quite a bit in three months and he had progressed much faster than that of any other child. Although he had made such change he still had no desire to be away from either parent. This night was no exception.

Van walked into the living room to find Dylan lying on the floor on a blanket, busying himself with a mobile. He had just gotten home from a recording session, and had felt unusually drained, however the sight of Dylan had improved his energy level. Dylan had been quite content playing with the dangling objects until Van had decided to take his attention.

At the sight of his father Dylan let out a squeal of zeal, and grabbed his feet. Van had started laughing at the odd noise his child made for him and took a seat in front of him. Dylan watched his father carefully as he pulled out a vibrant green ball and began playing little tricks with him. Before long Dylan had given up the guessing game his father had been playing, by throwing his little fist down in a fit of giggles. He was not quite advanced enough to figure out why the ball was never under the hand he chose.

Van smiled as the frustrated baby sighed shoved his hands into his mouth.

Dylan managed to gurgle a noise that coaxed Van over to him.

Van allowed Dylan to bring their faces closer so that their foreheads were touching.

Dylan mumbled, as his eyes crossed due to the closeness.

Van started laughing, "you only have one eye."

Dylan started laughing and covered his eyes, pushing Van's face away.

Van laughed more at his son's actions, but before he could proceed to do anything else Hitomi appeared.

Hitomi's entrance had caught Van off guard as she stood in the doorway to their bedroom.

"How do I look?" she asked a little flustered, slight worry on her face.

Van wasn't quite able to find the words to describe how she looked. Her hair was simple and down, but it was clear that something had been done to it, by the way it framed her face so perfectly. She was wearing a simple red cocktail dress that came down to the middle of her thigh, while her feet remained bare. Van's mind began to wander as his eyes danced around her body. He had began undressing her until Dylan's input had distracted him.

"Mine," he said simply as he grabbed the green ball.

Hitomi didn't really notice what the baby had said as she came over and picked him up from the floor, however Van did because he was thinking the same thing. Only he wasn't thinking of the ball.

Once Hitomi had him in her arms, Dylan slackened and rested against her. His blue sleeper was a little wet from dribbling and his face was a little sticky. Rubbing his back she began to rock him back and forth, while she continued to stare at Van.

Her eyes were expecting but he didn't say anything, he only watched her until she finally turned away.

"Did you put this on him?" she asked when she was farther away.

Her hand was rested on the baby's head, where a red, gold and green beanie sat.

Van gave her a gesture of confirmation.

Hitomi only started laughing gently as she made her way to Dylan's room.

Dylan had already fallen asleep in her arms so there was no need for her to get Van in the room to help put the baby to sleep, which was somewhat convenient. After the baby was settled she re-appeared in the door frame of the hallway.

Van still hadn't moved from the chair.

"What do you think?" Hitomi asked a little shyly as she came closer.

"It's really good," Van stated.

Hitomi smiled and walked past him into the kitchen. Van could only watch her seeing as his entire lower half had been disconnected from his spine.

"What's the occasion?" Van called. He knew that it wasn't an anniversary of any kind so he didn't feel nervous asking.

Hitomi came back into the room with two beers and a forty ounzer and set them on the table. "Nothing really, I was looking through my old clothes and I found this dress. I never had a chance to wear it so I thought I'd make one."

"I'm not complaining," Van said taking a beer and moving to the living room.

Hitomi followed after pouring some of the hard liquor into a tumbler, and took a seat on the couch tucking her legs under her.

As Van was turning the bottle cap off the glass bottle Hitomi had already finished the booze.

Van's eyes widened as a small smile came to his face, "did you enhale that?"

Hitomi knitted her brows for a second and stared at the empty glass, "that was surprisingly good."

"Tome, liquor is never good," Van told her.

"Nah, I know but that was for some reason," she said getting up and heading back to fill her glass again.

Quickly she entered the room again, and resumed her spot on the couch beside Van.

"How was he today?" Van asked.

Hitomi smiled, "wonderful, he said the whole alphabet."

"Damn," Van said and smiled, "I always miss the good stuff."

Hitomi took a small sip before answering him, "I don't know, you were there for his first word and you were the subject. In my books that's pretty damn good."

As she concluded her sentence she finished the rest of the fluid and made a start to get up. Once she got to the dining room she motioned to pour the booze into her glass again but decided against it and took the whole bottle instead. Upon her arrival back into the room Van had started laughing.

"What?" she asked, feeling slightly tipsy considering the booze was 45 alcohol.

He was half way finished his beer, and she was already on the bottle, "how are you feeling?"

"Good, damn I haven't had a drink in what? A year?" she sighed taking a swig from the large bottle.

"That sounds about right," he said relaxing in his seat.

"And considering a have to breast feed, I really shouldn't drink, but I have bottles of milk so it's all good. I am getting wasted tonight!" she rambled.

Van only stared at her dying to start laughing again, she was already crossing the border of tipsy and drunk. It wasn't that she was a lightweight it was that she had been free from any substance for so long that her body was reacting as though it were the first time.

"Tome babe, you're fucking drunk," Van laughed as she finished taking another swig, which left the bottle half full.

"Not even," she denied plonking down on top of him.

She didn't say anything for a few minutes she just stared off into space and rested her chin on his chest so she could stare at him. He gently stroked her cheek and poked her nose, a smile gracing her features. The bottle of alcohol was resting beside him while she held it loosely in her hand.

"I'm not cutting you off, but babe you're wasted," he told her finishing off his beer in one big gulp.

"Get wasted with me," she pleaded.

"Give me the bottle then, " he said to her.

Hitomi smiled and lifted the bottle up to him, he took it from her gently and pressed it to his lips and took a big gulp.

"That totally turned me on," she stated dead-pan.

"Yeah, you're not doing so bad yourself," he said.

Hitomi smirked and shifted herself so she was higher up on his body, and she had much easier access to kiss him. Just when she was about to he pressed the bottle to his lips and took another drink, knowing full well that she would be annoyed.

"Fuck, if you weren't so hot I'd deprive you a month of sex for that move," she said bitterly with slight amusement.

"Yeah?" he challenged.

"Yes, " she confirmed as she quickly placed a sloppy kiss on him, she began to smile as he opened his mouth to kiss her back.

Van slowly put the bottle on the ground because he knew he would need both hands for this. Due to Hitomi's current condition she was a lot more dominant, and a lot more into it. She had adjusted herself so she was straddling his hips and completely giving herself to him through the kiss. They had pulled apart for a few seconds and just as Hitomi was about to go back to his mouth he pushed her down onto the couch, now he was on top of her.

Hitomi stared at him with an intoxicated smile, her arms were relaxed above her head and she had paid no attention to the fact that the hem of her dress had rode up quite a bit.

Van quickly came down on her supporting himself with his forearms as he breathed her scent in, "damn you look good..."

Hitomi smiled and stretched beneath him. As she moved his eyed wandered from her face and along her neck to the deep plunge of the dress' neckline. She wasn't wearing a bra, there wasn't any need for one the dress did all that work for her. The dress cupped them loosely now that she was lying down and he could see well beyond the neckline to the perfect shape of her breasts.

"What are you looking at?" she asked seductively.

His eyes snapped to her face, "your boobs."

Hitomi brought her arms down and began removing the thin straps of her dress, " why don't you get a better view."

While the straps were off, the fabric remained covering her chest and Hitomi stretched her arms out once again. She could see in Van's eyes that he wanted to completely rip the dress of her, but he was stopping himself or just trying to figure out the best way to do it.

Hitomi chose the latter as he began to slowly pull the top of her dress down, until he had both breasts fully exposed. After a few seconds of his oogling she got a little irritated.

"I realize that staring at my boobs is a treat for you, but it's really not doing anything for me," she told him.

He let out a small laugh and gave her what she wanted, pulling her back up so they were both sitting he kissed her. Her body was pressed tightly against him as they continued to make-out, his hands travelling all over her skin.

The entire evening had been a journey to freedom that they had both been longing to have. All thanks to a bottle of liquor.