Disclaimer: see ch 1

Warning: The honeymoon chapter. Language, nudity, sex. Just skip it if you don't want to read it. It has no real impact on the story other than the fact that Scott and Maddie are married now

When Scott woke up the next morning in the bedroom of the cabin he'd rented, it was to Madelyne greeting him with her mouth.

"Fuck, Maddie. I don't… Mmm. I don't know how much longer I'll last, and I'd like to finish inside of you." Madelyne stopped sucking with a loud pop and Scott moved so that he was on top of her. With one hand, he grabbed the headboard, and with the other, he started rubbing her as he quickly entered her. True to his warning, Scott didn't last very long, but he continued to tease and touch Madelyne until she was sated as well.

"I can get used to this," she said, sleepily.

"Me, too," Scott replied before kissing her. "Now about that breakfast we discussed last night? I believe you said there would be plenty of bending."

"Five more minutes," she said, curling into his side.

"You mean you woke me up and you're not ready to get out of bed? Oh, Madelyne. What am I going to do with you? Maybe I wasn't hard enough last night." Scott landed three brisk swats to her naked behind. Madelyne squealed with laughter and got out of bed as quickly as a pregnant woman could.

"You have some serious issues, Scott Summers," she grinned. Scott got out of bed and chased her through the cabin, finally catching her and carefully bending her over the counter in the kitchen.

"I could look at this all day," he said happily. He felt his teenaged eagerness return and quickly entered his wife again. After a second round for him, and a third round for her, the couple sank to the floor in marital bliss.

"I love you," Madelyne said, once she found her voice. Scott rolled over and kissed her in response.

"So," he said, smiling down at her. "Breakfast?" Madelyne laughed and he helped her onto her feet.

"I'm feeling something simple after that workout," she admitted. "Are omelettes alright with you?"

"They sound amazing. What can I do to help?"

"I need six eggs, some ham, cheese, and whatever else you see that you want in yours." Scott stared unabashed at her chest until she flicked him with the kitchen towel. "Maybe I'll let you lick something off of them later," she promised. Scott groaned as he felt himself twitch in anticipation.

"Death by honeymoon sex. But what a way to go." Madelyne laughed and turned to begin getting bowls, a whisk, and a frying pan out. Scott brought over the requested ingredients and set them on the counter.

"Are you sure you only want ham and cheese?"

"I'm sure, love. You're already going above and beyond. I don't want to make things harder on you." She gave him an appreciative smile and started cracking some eggs into a bowl.

"Feel like cutting up the ham?" She asked.

"Anything for you." Scott quickly pulled out several slices of ham and cut them into smaller pieces. He opened the new bag of shredded cheese and set both by the stove. Madelyne poured whisked eggs into the frying pan and waited a moment before adding in the ham and cheese.

"I also will need plates and forks."

"On it." Scott went to the cabinets and pulled out two plates and put them on the counter before opening a drawer and finding two forks.

"More? Or is this good?"

"A bit more cheese?" Scott requested. Madelyne nodded and added another handful. "Perfect," Scott declared. Madelyne closed the omelette and let the heat seal it before sliding it out of the frying pan and onto one of the plates. Scott moved it to the side and waited patiently for Madelyne to finish preparing her own breakfast. Once she was done, he took both plates to the table and put them down.

"Apple or orange juice?"

"Apple," Scott said, grabbing two cups from the cabinet. Madelyne poured two glasses of apple juice and Scott took those to the table as well. They sat down to finally enjoy their breakfast.

"You didn't have to wait for me to eat."

"Maddie, I will never eat until we are both seated with food. I like eating with you, and if that means I have to wait a few extra minutes, then it's fine. I mean, after waiting for you for seventeen years, waiting a few minutes to eat is nothing." Madelyne beamed at him, and Scott knew he'd given the right answer. Once they finished, Scott loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, but didn't start it.

"What next?" Madelyne asked.

"Well, we can shower and get dressed like normal human beings, or I can get the whipped cream and chocolate syrup out of the fridge and make myself a Maddie-sundae," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I don't know if I can go again so soon," she admitted.

"Then we should shower and get dressed. I think there's interesting enough stuff to do in town if you'd like. Or we can spend the day watching movies and relaxing on the couch, since I highly doubt we'll get much relaxing done in the next few months."

"Decisions, decisions," Madelyne said. "Maybe a shower will help me pick." Scott grinned as he picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bedroom. He gently plopped her on the bed and went to the bathroom to start the water.

"Well?" He said, grinning from the bathroom. "Are you joining me or not?" Madelyne got off the bed and went to the shower, quickly stepping in.

Scott sat on the couch and handed Madelyne her requested glass of water. He pressed play on the remote and wrapped his arm around his wife as they continued what Scott thought was the most boring movie in the history of movies, but Madelyne had asked and Scott just couldn't tell her no. Madelyne curled into him and sighed contentedly.

"This was a good choice," she said quietly. Scott simply leaned down and kissed her head.

"Anything with you is a good choice." Madelyne hissed and grabbed her stomach. "Maddie?"

"Just Braxton Hicks," she told him, squeezing his hand tight.

"Are you sure? We can run to the hospital and check. I made sure we were close to one for emergencies."

"I'm fine, Scott. We were just very active yesterday and today, and they're taking their revenge now." Scott frowned.

"Maddie,"

"Please, Scott. We know they won't be here until August. I'll be alright. I'm not going to ruin our honeymoon."

"You could never ruin our honeymoon," Scott protested. "I've already… Being with you is what I want and need. Here, or at home, I'll be happy. So if you're in pain, I'd be happy to take you home in the morning."

"I don't want you to waste money on-"

"I more than got my money's worth," Scott interrupted. "And the twins will be six months old in February. Maybe we can leave them with Dad for a night and come back for Valentine's Day?"

"Alright," Madelyne agreed. "I think I would feel better in my own bed."

"Then it's settled. I'll pack up the car early tomorrow, and we'll go home. Everything will be nice and quiet since the kids are headed to the airport today. We'll have the mansion almost to ourselves for the week. And with all this food, we won't have to make an appearance unless we wanted to," he smirked.

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"I can have my Maddie-sundae here or there," he grinned. "Personally, I'd prefer home so I can remind you every time I see the spot we finally do it."

"That's too bad," Madelyne said. "I was feeling like letting you do it tonight." Scott's jaw dropped and Madelyne couldn't help but laugh.

"Maybe, I mean, both work, right? I can change it up here and home, and-" Madelyne shut her husband up by tilting her head and kissing him. She felt the twitching under her hand and smiled.

"You are so easy to get worked up."

"No, it's just that I have the most beautiful woman practically sitting in my lap after telling me I could lick whipped cream off her body. I bet if I felt you, you'd be just as worked up." Madelyne raised her eye.

"Is that something you'd like to test?" Scott happily, for more reasons than one, turned off the movie and picked Madelyne up again, once more carrying her to the bedroom.