"I'm really glad to be home." Donna sighs, falling on our bed in a heap.

"Me too."

"I mean, I love my family, but three nights is more than enough."

"It sure is." I agree, moving towards the bed. Lulu followed Carly upstairs, and Jonah's still sleeping in his car seat, and it's been three days since I made love to my wife.

She just grins at me as I slip my hand up her shirt. I've barely reached my destination when we hear a little squeak from the car seat and Donna sits up.

"I told you he was going to be ready to eat soon." She reminds me.

"I know. But I'm hungry too." I whine, giving her breast a slight squeeze. Her enusing moan does absolutely nothing to assuage the pulsating need I have for her.

"Joooosshh. The baby. You get his diaper. I'll get the bottle."

I give her a quick kiss and her breast another squeeze before removing my hand and striding over to the car seat to gather my offspring.

"Jonah, my man, your timing leaves a little to be desired here. I need you to be my wingman tonight and cooperate at bedtime so I can completely ravish your mother. Capisce?"

He gives me a gummy smile that melts my heart. I don't know how I could ever be mad at this kid. Or Lulu. Or any of them.

I mean sure, they'll make mistakes. I think Anna is making a whopper. And the idea of her being alone with that man freaks me out, especially knowing what happened to Donna. But I'm not mad at her. Just disappointed. And nervous.

And now we've got Carly here for five days. She spends so much time with us that it's like a trial run for Lulu's teenage years. But now the stakes seem higher. And Sean has decreed no more sleepovers at the White House.

I get his point. It's a little bit reactionary to the Anna situation, but it's his daughter, so it's his call. So now we've got the first Son on his way over here for Pizza and TV in our basement. Which is ironic, given that the White House has a movie theater.

But as Carly so aptly explained to us, they've already had a lot of dates at the White House and it's a special treat for Peter to be able to go to someone else's house and just hang out.

And since we still have a secret service detail, our house is secure, which means a lot less work for Peter's detail, which means that the kids can spring this on us at the last minute and convince us that they have to see each other tonight even though Donna and I are fried from traveling with two small children.

"Well, Jonesy, I hope your Mommy called for that pizza, because I really am pretty hungry too." I inform him as I lift him off the changing table.

We meet Donna on the stairs. She's shaking the bottle and Jonah squeals in delight when he sees it. "Bababababa"

Donna's eyes light up. Jonah doesn't talk the way Lulu did so any language at all really makes our day.

"Yes, I've got your bottle right here. What a good boy." She coos to him. "I ordered the pizza." She tells me. "It should be here in twenty minutes. Do you want to feed Jonah or go check up on the girls?"

"I'll take him. I'll feed him in the living room and watch out for the Pizza guy. When's Peter going to be here?"

"About a half hour, I guess. Want me to ask Jackie?"

"Nah, I'm sure he and Carly are still texting non-stop. No need to utilize the spy-line."

"Right. I'll go check on them. Make sure Lulu's not driving her too batty."

. . . .

When the pizza is gone, and Lulu's had her bath and her stories and is tucked in, and Jonah's already snoring, I'm not sure what to do.

I mean, we've got teenagers in our basement. Are we supposed to watch them?

"So . . . what's next?" I ask Donna as we slip out of Lulu's room. "Should we, I don't know, go down there?"

Donna laughs lightly. "Yeah, probably. They were pretty cozy under that blanket. We might need to do a hand check."

"Donnnnaaaa!"

She laughs a little more at my obvious discomfort.

"You're mean." I inform her to more laughter. "You're really enjoying this far too much."

"Josh. This is new territory for me too. I remember what 16 was like."

'EXACTLY! I don't want that to happen for the first time in my house. Sean would kill me."

"If it's going to happen, it's going to happen. There's nothing you can do about it." Donna states as it's the plainest thing in the world. "But after Peter leaves, I will have a talk with her. I'll make sure she's being safe and I'll remind her that the reason we have rules and expectations are for her protection. But right now, we're just going to go down stairs with a plate of cookies. Our presence will remind them that they are not alone. Just in case they've forgotten about the secret service agents guarding the doors and patrolling the backyard."

"Do we even have cookies?"

"Yes. While you were in the bathroom this morning, Mrs. Jenkins from two doors down, I told you about her I used to babysit her kids, anyway, she stopped by with a tin of shortbread squares."

"And you kept them from me?"

"It was thirty minutes before we were leaving for the airport. I just threw them in a bag and forgot about it."

"Still. Those are my favorite. I think you're going to have to make it up to me." I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my groin.

"Oh really?" Donna banters back. "I thought the Italian Christmas Cookies were your favorite."

"Nope. I just decided, it's shortbread. And I have an idea of how you can show me how sorry you are for depriving me."

"Yeah? I think I've got an idea what you're thinking." Donna purrs, rubbing herself against me and exacerbating the issue. Then she pulls away abruptly.

"But right now, we need to go check on the kids."

"Donnnnaa!" I groan in frustration, as she skips towards the stairs.

"You, um, might want to wait a few minutes before you join us." She giggles, glancing at my crotch and smirking at me. "Don't worry, we'll save you some shortbread."