I don't know how I did it but I was able to make a dance routine to the Johnny Cash record Tyson bought for me. Rehearsals were soon and while I didn't feel like I was under pressure but I felt that I would mess up but Tyson reassured me that I wouldn't. Jackie even sat in a corner to take notes about what I did right, wrong, or what I could improve upon. She only jotted down about two things that I needed to work on and told me that I was doing very well.

"You think I should...incorporate some type of ballerina type of dance routine in it? You know, make the dancing more fluid?"

"That's it: fluidity. You have a routine that needs to flow and I feel like that is what is going to make this dance good. Make sure this routine has you and your dancers appear as if you're floating in the wind like a leaf in fall, the wind guiding you to wherever you want…" Jackie got up and stood beside me in the middle of the floor where I was practicing. "You always put your arms up and maybe you should pretend like your arms are...noodles? Heh!"

"Float like a leaf while also being a noodle…"

"Yes."

I stretched my arms in front of me then pulled them over my head, lifting myself on my right foot before bringing my left foot I had lifted into the air back down in front of my right.

"This is intriguing,'' I commented. "Interesting how you came up with this."

"I always enjoyed watching you dance. I'm glad that you never gave this up."

"I almost did."

"Why?"

"There was a point where I just didn't want to do it anymore but I realized that this is something I couldn't give up. By the way: I love your idea of this."

"Thanks. And I'm glad you never gave this up." Jackie took my hand and started to playfully swing me around in circles with her. "Just like old times!"

"Just like old times, indeed! Just don't toss me out of my window, please!"

"Okay, bet."

"I hate that you're going back home. You sure you and Jules can't stay just a little longer?"

"Hmm...I can stay about two more days if you want me to."

"Yes, please."

"Your wish is my command."

I didn't see or hear Tyson creeping up behind us but he did scare the hell out of us when we twirled and heard a loud roar that made us fall to the floor.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" Jackie said.

"I know. Let me help you guys up," Tyson said as he extended his hands out to us.

Jackie jumped up to punch Tyson in his arm multiple times playfully then stuck her tongue out at him.

"When is dinner you fool?"

"In the next hour, you fool."

"I'll leave you two alone and I'm going to see what's up with my little cousins."

"They're in their room with Jules who is reading to them."

"See you in an hour."

I stopped the record player so I could talk to Tyson.

"What's up?" I said.

"To the garage," he responded.

"Dance Dance Revolution?"

"Yes."

I bolted toward the direction of the garage, beating Tyson to the dance machine but I let him pick the song for us to start dancing to. As we played, he tried to throw me off my game by playfully smacking my ass but I did nothing but laugh in response. I decided to take a page right out of his book and smacked him on his rock solid ass which almost threw him off. I still managed to score more points in each song over him so I declared myself the victor.

"I told you I'd beat you again," I said.

"Oh yeah?" Tyson responded.

"Mmhmm…"

Tyson pulled me to him, his slightly sweaty body making him look rather delicious right now, and began to kiss me while reaching underneath my shirt to rub my breasts.

"Mmm…" I honestly couldn't say anything because the touch of my husband's hands on my breast was comforting. He is built like Hercules but his hands were soft and caressed every single inch of my breast that it touched and if we didn't have food cooking, I would rip my husband's clothes off right then and there. "Tyson…" *Kiss* "Don't forget we have food almost finished."

"Okay."

But he continued to slobber me down with kisses as the food wasn't too much of a concern for him.

"Tyson, the food…..I hope it's not burning."

"It's not. I promise you."

"You're a horn dog, you know that?"

"I know."

I felt my body float in the air for a split second as if I had gained the power to levitate. Tyson had quickly placed me on top of the dryer but didn't stop the barrage of kisses.

"Tyson…baby, we can have sex after dinner."

"I just wanted to get my kisses in, that's all."

"You made sure to tag every inch of my body, Mr. Smith."

"Mrs. Smith looked good so Mr. Smith couldn't help but to look at his wife and devour her."

"And can we now check on the food that we need to devour?"

"Yes."

Tyson gave me one more kiss then picked me up to carry me to the kitchen. Luckily, the food didn't burn because I was gonna kick my husband's ass if he let our good food burn and go to waste. He made pot roast and man was it delicious: everyone at the table didn't say a word as we ate and the kids didn't mess with each other as they ate their food quietly. Even though Tyra only ate the veggies, she demanded more when she finished her first plate. I teased Tyson about his cooking to which he replied that he's the best chef in the house and I rolled my eyes while taking a sip of my wine.

"Your husband can cook. I am surprised," Jules said.

"Y'all think I can't cook?" Tyson said.

"No, you can cook. Just not better than me though," I said.

"Bullshit," Tyson said.

"Bullshit?" T.J. copied.

"Hey, hey," Tyson said. "That's a bad word."

"Bad word?" T.J. asked. "What's bad word?"

"Something we can't say," Tyson replied.

"Okay. Brownies?"

"I did make some brownies but I know your folks over here don't want any."

"Your dad is very sensitive," Jules said to T.J. "But it's okay: we love him."

"Only me and T.J. get brownies and to hell with the rest of you except for the kids," Tyson retorted.

"Oh, we love you. Now give me some damn dessert!" Jackie demanded.


"Tyra, be still so I can wash your hair," Tyson said.

"No!" Tyra was crying as Tyson tried to massage her hair.

"I know you don't like this but you have to have clean hair," he said.

"Nooo…"

I finished brushing my teeth and went to help Tyson finish washing Tyra's hair. I reassured her that everything would be fine but she kept shaking her head no quickly.

Tyson grabbed some of his shampoo, poured some on top of his head, and watched Tyra's reaction.

"Wash?" she said.

"Yes, Daddy has to wash his hair, too," Tyson said. "Gotta get clean!" When he rubbed the shampoo into his hair, Tyra began to mimic his actions and Tyson was able to finally finish washing her hair.

"Clean like Daddy!" she said.

"Yes, you are. See, that wasn't so bad right?" I asked her.

"Nope!"

We finally managed to wash Tyra up, fed her some peaches as she wouldn't stop asking about having some, and finally got her to go to sleep. T.J. was already sound asleep in his bed and once Tyra was in her own bed, me and Tyson laid down in ours.

"Did you wash the shampoo out of your hair?" I asked Tyson.

"Yes," he replied. "I'm exhausted…"

"Too much DDR has whooped your ass."

"That is true and you won for sure." Tyson rolled his body over so he could put one leg on top of me and placed his arm on my stomach. "You know what I want to do?"

"What's that?"

"Just escape somewhere for a bit tomorrow. Just you and me."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere, as long as it's with you."

"Okay. Anywhere you want to go is fine with me. Goodnight." I kissed the top of Tyson's head, closed my eyes, and fell fast asleep.