Betty and Matt both sleep soundly with their arms wrapped around each other. The phone rings at not quite 10am, waking both of them. Betty reaches over and grabs the phone while trying to remain in a reclining position at the same time.
"Hello," answers Betty somewhat sleepily.
"Hey, it is Hilda, I didn't wake you up, did I?" she asks.
"Actually, you did," responds Betty, "But that is OK, we needed to get up anyway."
Betty let's a giggle escape her lips, as Matt, after some bowing gestures, has begun to massage her feet.
He then whispers suggestively, "I'd prefer that we stayed in bed all day, since that is on the list of approved activities, but I guess we can't let others know that, now can we."
Smiling, Betty whispers back, "I agree let's keep that piece of information to ourselves or we are bound to get lots of unneeded questions about it."
Hilda teases, "Betty, it sounds like you and Matt are having a little too much fun given that your activity is restricted."
Glancing at Matt, Betty responds, "Well, if you must know, the doctor indicated that making love is one activity I am not restricted from as long as I remain in a reclining position, and we've managed that just fine so far."
"Oh," replies Hilda, "I guess that is an unexpected advantage to being on bed rest. With that said, I am not sharing that news with Dad."
Hilda, Betty and Matt all laugh at the thought of Ignacio learning of Betty's one current approved physical activity.
Hilda asks, "By the way, are you all up for company for lunch or an early dinner today?"
Matt answers, "Let's say an early dinner, since tomorrow will be busy and I want to make sure Betty actually does some resting."
"Sounds good, Justin is going out and Dad has to work tonight, so it will just be the four of us, see you then," says Hilda as she hangs up the phone.
Betty gets up to use the bathroom. When she returns, Matt is sitting on the edge of the bed with the blood pressure cuff in his hand. Betty lies back down and holds out her arm, allowing Matt to do the honors of actually getting the digital reading.
"136/80," announces Betty.
"The top number is down slightly from last night and the bottom number is up slightly. I'd say it is a wash. I think you like keeping us on our toes," jokes Matt.
"Yes, apparently I don't want things to be dull," replies Betty, glad that Matt is trying to lighten the mood.
Neither Matt nor Betty decide to comment on the fact that neither number is where it needs to be in order for Betty to have permission to fly back to England.
"So, what things does her royal highness think we should accomplish today as she directs from her throne?" asks Matt.
"If this is my throne, I would like some fancier sheets and pillows," retorts Betty.
She then continues, "We could work on the thank you cards from the baby shower and try to prepare for our teleconference with Mr. Dunne tomorrow."
"I agree, we can get the thank you cards out of the way and see what questions we both have for Mr. Dunne related to your magazine given the current long distance arrangement," responds Matt.
He continues, "First, let's order a late breakfast and put some clothes on given that I'd prefer to be the only one allowed to see you in that nightgown or, preferably, without it for that matter."
"Matt!" exclaims Betty, "Let's focus on our chores first and then you can assist me with my daily activity."
"Acceptable," answers Matt, giving her an intense kiss before he goes to use the bathroom.
Betty and Matt change their clothes, have breakfast and then start on the thank you cards. They start out writing them by hand, but then Betty has another idea.
"Does the printer have color ink?" she asks.
"Yes, it does," responds Matt. "You've piqued my interest, what do you have in mind?" he asks.
Kissing him, Betty replies, "Rather than get tired hands from writing these thank you cards, I suggest we type them on the computer, print them out on the cards in color, and then sign them."
"I can definitely go for that, you are both smart and beautiful, what a great combination," says Matt as he kisses her.
"Yeah, as beautiful as a house right now," retorts Betty, which results in a frown from Matt.
"OK, I know you find me beautiful and that makes me feel special and loved, but it is still hard to believe that while I am lying here not allowed to move," continues Betty.
"Betty," replies Matt as he gives her a sensual kiss, "You have been beautiful since the day I met you, both on the inside and on the outside. Our daughter is worth it and I suspect working and an infant will help you regain your prepregnancy shape quickly."
"Let's finish up these thank you cards so that maybe we can fit in our joint bed activity before Hilda and Bobby arrive," states Betty as she returns his kiss with a similar one.
The thank you cards take longer than anticipated, especially given their desire to make them highly personalized. They then plan for the teleconference as well as check on the deliveries scheduled for the next day.
Looking at the clock Betty remarks, "Apparently, our tryst will have to wait until after dinner."
Nodding affirmatively, Matt raises his eyebrows and says, "More anticipation then. It will give us an excuse to have them leave at a decent hour."
They both laugh. Betty takes her blood pressure, which reads 134/74 lying down, the lowest reading in the past few days. They then proceed to snuggle on the bed and watch a little television while they wait for Hilda and Bobby to arrive in approximately 30 minutes.
Knocking on the door, Bobby announces, "Your dinner pals are here, so get yourself decent and come let us in."
"Just a moment," calls Matt.
He throws Betty her robe and grabs his whispering, "Let's call his bluff."
Smiling, Betty nods in agreement and puts hers on while Matt answers the door in his robe.
Blushing, Bobby stammers, "I truly didn't think we were interrupting anything we'll come back in a few minutes," and he then turns to leave.
"Wait," calls a laughing Betty, with both of them removing their robes to reveal the fact that they are fully clothed.
"Alright, you got me," acknowledges Bobby as he and Hilda enter the room.
Hilda comes over to the bed and sits down, asking "Are you guys up for Italian for dinner?"
"Sounds good," replies Betty, "I haven't had NY Style pizza since I left for London, so definitely a mushroom one. Other than that, you decide."
They place an order from Luigi's, with Betty encouraging the men to go get it so that she and Hilda can have a few minutes alone.
After the men leave, Hilda inquires, "Be honest with me Betty, how are you holding up?"
"I've had my moments, I'll admit, but overall I think I am doing pretty well, considering. Matt has been great and that helps a lot," responds Betty.
"Glad to hear it," replies Hilda, who then continues, "Here, take a look at our ultrasound pictures from today."
"These are great. Are you going to find out the gender or do you want to be surprised?" asks Betty, glad to have the focus off of her for a few minutes.
"Actually," remarks Hilda, "We found out today, we are having a girl too, so now I know where she can get hand me downs."
"Congratulations!" exclaims Betty, who knows how much Hilda will like spoiling a little girl.
The sisters are hugging when the men return.
"Those look like happy hugs," says Bobby as he glances from Hilda to Matt and Betty, "Perhaps because you shared that the Suarez family is going to have the women continue to outnumber the men."
"Yes, Hilda just told me your news," replies Betty.
"Congrats, we are both happy for you," adds Matt.
They share a quiet dinner, with Hilda and Bobby agreeing to meet Betty and Matt at the town home at 9:30 to assist with room arrangement and decrease the chances that Betty will be tempted to get up to move things around. They say their goodbyes.
"That was nice," says Betty as Matt clears the plates from the table. "If we were back in London, we wouldn't have been able to have that couple time."
"And, they left early enough for us to have our personal couple time too," adds Betty with a sly grin.
"Very true," remarks Matt.
He comes over to the bed, gives her an intense kiss, and they make the most of their time alone. Betty waits for her breathing to return to normal before taking her blood pressure, which reads 136/77. They go to sleep early given that they need to leave the hotel by 9am the following morning.