(Rainbows, Science Class and TV Shows)

James Diamond sat on the floor next to his daughter. His wife was in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make for lunch that would satisfy her now often cravings. Hesitantly, James reached for the remote that was on the arm of the couch.

"Sunny Day Sweepin' the clouds away On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get, How to get to Sesame Street
Come and play Everything's A-OK Friendly neighbors there That's where we meet
Can you tell me how to get How to get to Sesame Street How to get to Sesame Street…"

"Hey princess? Can Daddy change the channel?" he asked, already figuring he'd switch it to the sports network, hoping there was a hockey game on.

"NO! I'm watchin' Sesame street! You get it after!" the brunette yelled at him, causing him to smile. Surprising, his daughter reminded him of Carlos at times. Debating whether or not to change the channel anyways, James decided against it as he didn't want to face the wrath of a four year old not allowed to watch her favorite TV show.

"Wait a minute, Elmo knows what this is! It's a rainbow!" said the red-furred Muppet onscreen. James face-palmed.

"Great…this is just as bad as the time Kendall saw a double rainbow…" as before he could go into explaining what that was, he turned to see Riley standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, her baby bump noticeable underneath the Minnesota Wild t-shirt she wore.

"Jamesy, don't you dare tell her that story. She's far too young to hear it," she scolded, though underneath her pursed lips, he could see a smile. Getting up from where he sat on the floor next to Hope, he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, surprised she was still slightly thin, making her giggle and try to pull away.

"Jamesy, d-don't!...I'm….hhmm…I'm making lunch still!" she protested, trying to pull away to the kitchen.

"Oh you think that's a good excuse for me to let you go? I don't think so, sweetheart." He teased playfully, kissing her. The two noticed Hope had started laughing.

"What is it, princess?" James asked, still holding Riley. His daughter pointed to the screen, where Elmo, Rosita, and Gordon were in Mr. Hopper's store, discussing how Rosita wanted to see a rainbow. Gordon had said he was going to make one, and Elmo asked, "Oh, is Gordon a fairy too?"

"No, Elmo, I'm not going to use magic. I'm going to use science."

"Oh, science!" Elmo and Rosita chorused.

James smirked and looked at Riley, who shook her head, "Your mind better not be in the gutter."

He pouted, causing her to smile and reach up to mess up his hair.

"Really? I wasn't thinking….besides; you're already there if you get my point. 8th grade science classes don't really come in handy anymore, now that we know what we're doing," he argued. Riley giggled.

"You're not really suggesting the class I think you're suggesting, are you?" she asked, rolling her eyes at her husband's approach of discussing something he obviously knew he shouldn't have been in front of their daughter. James turned to look at Hope, whose icy blue eyes were still glued to the screen, and smiled.

"Sex ed. Come on, you were thinking it too." Riley sighed, "Maybe."

"So…" he started, stealing a glance at Hope, "Tonight…got any plans?" She rolled her eyes.

"If I did I would have told you….why?" He flashed an award winning smile, hazel eyes gazing lovingly into ice blue.

"I'm thinking you, me, a nice hot shower, a massage, some rose petals and then maybe a bottle of Chianti spiked with B positive?" he tried to say suavely, all the while trying not to laugh.

Riley almost moaned at the thought, it had been a long time since James had ever suggested such an intimate evening, and to be honest, the very thought of what he had suggested was turning her on.

"Sweetie, you're blushing," he pointed out, kissing her cheek, still smiling.

"S-So?" she retorted playfully, trying not to giggle.

"Well…I think someone likes my idea…isn't that right, Riley Marie?"

Riley bit her lip and lowered her head; fuck James for knowing how to flip her switches. If saying her name in just that tone of voice wasn't enough, he goes and adds her middle name, making it sound as though she were an unruly child, not his lover.

James laughed, "I'll stop teasing you. You'd better go finish lunch though, I smell something burning…" he trailed off as she turned to run to the kitchen, he managing to slap her ass along the way. She giggled as she skipped off, a few more weeks and the baby would be in her arms.