contains mature content*
"Why didn't Mama get anything for Daddy?" Six year old Sean wondered that Father's Day during dinner.
"Well, he's not my Daddy." Linda explained simply. "He's my husband."
"They should have a husband's and wife's day, that way you'd get presents," Nicky suggested.
"They do. It's called an anniversary. Besides, your Aunt gives me presents all the time." Danny stabbed the leafy greens of his salad.
"Like what?" Linda raised an eyebrow, fearing the answer.
"Your smiles, for one." He shrugged.
"Oh. I thought you were talking about that torturously long canoodling session last night."
"I was gonna mention that, but you would've yelled at me for bringing that up at the Sunday dinner table." He smiled cheekily at his wife.
"I hate you." Linda fake sneered.
"What's canoodling?" Sean wondered, "is it sex? What's sex?"
"Sean." Danny reprimanded.
"Can't I ask a simple question?"
"No, you can't." Linda answered firmly.
"Why not?"
"Sean!" His parents said together.
"Okay..." the little boy agreed, much to his dismay.
"Is that why your door is always locked?" Jack wondered, not wanting to drop the conversation. "Cause you guys are having sex?"
"Jack, What did we just say?" Linda wondered, her cheeks flushed deep red.
"To drop it."
"So drop it."
"Yes Ma'am."
Dinner, from that point on, was awkward, to say the least. Especially for Linda and Danny, who had to constantly hide behind their drink glasses and food because of all the innuendoes.
When dessert came, Danny was fed up with the conversation being mainly on him and his wife. His hand started wondering under the table, ending up on Linda's knee.
She smiled as she took a bite of her moist cake, not knowing what her husband was up to.
Danny moved his hand to rest on the hem of her skirt, letting a finger rest underneath it. He slid his hand to Linda's inner thigh, making her choke.
"Down the wrong pipe?" Jamie smirked at her as she covered her mouth and nodded, reaching for her wine.
Danny caressed her through her underwear, sending chills up and down her spine. She cleared her throat uncontrollably, trying to hide her arousal.
Linda bit back a moan as Danny's fingers slid underneath her panties, gliding over her. She gripped her fork tighter, willing herself not to get turned on. She shifted uncomfortably, only to accidentally shift into a more arousing position.
It was kind of hard to discreetly stimulate his wife with his right hand, but Danny managed. He smirked when Linda let out a moan, all eyes- including his- looking at her.
"Um..." Linda stabbed her cake with her fork and held the bite up, blushing profusely. "It's good-" she swallowed another moan when Danny pinched her ball of nerves. "Good... ca- cake."
The family nodded in agreement, completely confused.
"Whoops!" Jamie said, very unconvincingly. "There goes my napkin." He reached down, intentionally looking over at his brother and his sister in law. He smirked when he saw Danny's hand up Linda's skirt.
Linda bit her lip and closed her eyes, her senses going wild. There was something about trying to hide her arousal from the family that turned her on even more. Finally, when she felt herself about to explode, she said, "can I talk to you in the other room for a minute, Danny?"
He shrugged, "Sure."
"Everything okay?" Frank wondered.
"Oh, yes. Just... some, uh, stuff... I need to, uh, discuss." Linda quickly got up and bee-lined for the kitchen. She closed the door behind her.
Acting innocent, Danny looked at his family and shrugged. He went into the kitchen, immediately getting attacked by Linda.
Kissing him fervently, she whispered, "I need you now." She nibbled his earlobe, her hot breath enticing her husband.
"My old room?"
She nodded, and they headed out of the kitchen, avoiding the dinning room. They got to Danny's old room, the posters and the NYPD blue walls were faded. They had to quietly make love, and do it quickly at that. Which was a hard thing for Linda, because the faster they went, the louder she got.
Meanwhile, the family was finishing up dessert, about ready to figure out where the couple had gone. With the kids excused and off playing video games, Jamie dropped his voice to above a whisper, "they're having sex."
"And how do you know that?" Erin challenged.
"Because when I dropped my napkin, Danny's hand was up Linda's skirt."
"Gross! It's the dinner table. The Sunday dinner table."
"Are you gonna yell at them, Dad?" Jamie looked at his father.
"I'll handle it. In the meantime, act like you don't know anything."
