Chapter 11: A Little Something

A/N: So, this chapter is pretty much Chameron fluff. I know that is heart breaking for everyone. :) Enjoy! Sorry it so short.

Cameron woke up in the mood. She had been having a wonderful dream and now needed to share her arousal. She looked over at her husband who was currently asleep on his back. She wanted to wake him up but Cameron knew better. She had to do this the right way or everything would fall apart. She started with simple touches and kissed his neck. "Robert," She whispered into her husband's ear.

Robert groggily moaned and rolled onto his back. He was confused and tired. He was determined not to wake up. He could feel his wife's hands shifting over his chest and body.

"Are you awake?" Cameron asked Chase as she kissed his neck.

"No." Chase sighed with closed eyes. He was on the brink of falling back asleep.

"Too bad." Cameron said leaving her husband questioning. "I guess I am going to have to help you then."

Chase was not paying attention to Cameron when his eyes suddenly opened and he clutched at the sheets. He was rapidly breathing. "Uh…" Cameron looked up at her husband's face. It was painted with pleasure. Cameron smiled and went back to gently caressing and blowing. "Allison," Chase barely breathed out a before reaching down towards his wife. He was able to get her attention and pulled her up to him so that their mouths met. Cameron moved her hand between them and massaged his hard on.

Cameron smiled. She could feel the intense passion from Chase as his mouth worked against her. "I guess it was a good idea to wake you up." Cameron murmured.

Chase removed Cameron's hand from between them. He reached for the band of Cameron's pants and pulled them down. They proceeded to go on a rollercoaster ride.

Have you ever focused so much on one thing that everything else seems to disappear? You concentrate so hard on something as if trying to reach perfection. It starts small and then slowly builds.

Chase was sitting in a chair at the table in the kitchen while Cameron was sitting on the kitchen table. Her feet dangled off the table and Chase's hands ran up and down her thighs as they exchanged deep and wet kisses. "Are you comfortable?" Chase asked between kisses as his hand inched further up Cameron's thigh under her silky red bathrobe.

"Uh huh." She ran a hand through his hair and then let it rest on the back of his neck.

"Good." Chase said with a smile and went back to kissing his wife. One of his hands withdrew from under her bathrobe and went up her body landing on her breast. He moved his hand so that it could get inside the robe. Cameron knew where her husband was headed and stopped him by intertwining their hands. "Everything okay?" Chase asked when Cameron stopped him.

"Yeah, but it's going to awkward enough if the kids walk in without your hand in my robe." Cameron said.

Chase sat back in the chair with a smirk on his face. His hands landed just above her knee. "Babe, you woke me up this morning with a blow job. Now, it's time for me to…" He slid his hand under Cameron's robe, up her thigh, and stroked it while lowering his head and kissing just above her knee. "…Take care of you."

"We should go lock ourselves in the den or something."

Chase moved his face up to Cameron's and gave her a sweet kiss. "If you want."

"I'm happy being here right now." Cameron said.

Chase stood up and deepened the kiss. Things were going great until they heard a little voice say. "Mom! Dad!"

Both adults stopped and turned to see Simon standing in the kitchen. "Hey buddy." Chase said. They instantly separated from each other and Cameron got off the table. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." Simon said.

"Hey honey." Cameron said. "Do you want French toast or cereal for breakfast?"

"Who would be making the French toast?" Simon asked.

"Your dad." Cameron said.

"I'll have French toast then."

"What if mom wanted to make it?" Chase asked.

"Then I'd be having cereal. That's a silly question dad." Simon said with a smile. It was a known fact in the Chase household that Cameron did not make French toast. Something always went wrong and the French toast always tasted a little off.

Cameron made a sad face at Simon who came over to her and gave her a kiss. "I still love you mom."

"Thank you. I love you too."

Simon looked around his mom and saw his little sister holding a teddy bear. "Hi Claire. Dad is making French toast."

Chase looked at his daughter who was barely awake. "Hey baby girl. Do you want to come and help me?"

Claire walked over to her dad and hugged at his legs. Chase picked up his daughter who instantly rested her head on his shoulder. "Morning pumpkin." He gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Um, do you have everything under control here?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah," Chase said.

"Okay. I'm going to go take a shower and then I'll be back."

Chase nodded his head. "Hey Simon why don't you go grab the eggs out of the fridge."

"Sure dad." Simon said as he went over to the fridge.

"Thank you." Chase said as Simon brought the carton of eggs over to the kitchen table so that they could start making French toast.

Cameron fixed the temperature of the water and then got into her shower. As a mother, Cameron had come to find time alone in the shower as sacred. With children, she had very few moments for herself and this was one of them. She enjoyed and valued every minute of being alone in the shower.

Cameron got out of the shower, got dressed, fixed her hair, put on some makeup, and went down stairs. She was just coming into the kitchen when Simon spoke. "Dad,"

"Yeah buddy?" Chase asked.

"Why do grownups kiss?"

Chase chuckled to himself. "Do you mean why do mommy and I kiss?" Simon nodded his head. "Well, I kiss mommy because I love her."

"So, when you give Claire and me kisses goodnight is it because you love us too?"

"Yep," Chase said.

"Oh," Simon said before finishing his last bite of French toast. "I'm done. May I be excused?" Simon asked.

"Yes, you may." Chase said.

"I'm done too!" Claire said. She was sitting on her father's lap.

"One more bite." Chase said. Claire looked at her dad. "It's one or three." Claire took one more bite of her French toast. "Good girl."

"I'm done." She said again and hopped off her daddy's lap. "Mommy will you help me get dress?"

Cameron picked up her daughter. "Come on munchkin. Do you want to wear a dress toady?"

"No!"

"Don't yell sweetie." Cameron said as she carried Claire out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Chase was finishing cleaning up the kitchen when Simon came in wearing shorts and a t-shirt. "Uh, buddy. I think it's a bit too cold for shorts."

"But I want to wear shorts."

"Go put some pants on."

"But dad!"

Chase turned and looked at his son. "Go." Simon left and went to go change.

"What was that all about?" Cameron asked Chase as she came into the kitchen. It was not like Simon to not listen to his parents. He was a easy kid in that he wasn't a troublemaker.

"I have no idea but he is our son so it's probably something genetic." Chase said before leaning over t give his wife a kiss. "Morning."

"We said good morning earlier babe."

"I know but that was a long time ago. What you don't want my kisses now?"

Cameron grabbed at her husband and pulled him close. "I always want you."

"It's a good thing I'm around then." Chase said before Cameron gave him a kiss. "I should go get dressed." At this point in the morning, Chase was only in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Go." Cameron said. "We'll finish this later."

"I can't wait." Chase said.

Jessica woke up with her daughter asleep in bed next to her. It was nice to be back home. Although, Jessica and James were able to reconnect as a couple during their trip it was nice to be back home and be a family. Jessica turned to see that Wilson was still in bed. He was awake and reading the newspaper. It was typical Saturday routine. He got up, went downstairs, made coffee, got the newspaper, and came back upstairs.

"Anything interesting happening in the world?" Jessica asked.

"Something interesting is always happening. Whether or not it is good or not is a completely different discussion." Wilson leaned over and gave her a kiss before pulling her closer. "Morning."

"Morning." Jessica said. She rested her head on his chest while watching their daughter. "She had fun with your mom."

"Of course she did. Annabelle is the only grandchild in the family. It would be a miracle if either of my brothers ever had children." Wilson said with a smile on his face. He knew that, as absurd as it sounded, he had pleased his mother by giving her a granddaughter.

"You never know." Jessica said while playing with Annabelle's hair. "Remember when we brought her home from the hospital. She was so small."

"She was just a cute though."

"She was a gorgeous baby."

"She still is adorable."

"No doubt about it." Jessica said. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. It was good to be with her family.