"You have to be quiet, Pebbles," I hear Tobias say in a hushed tone. "Mommy is still sleeping." I lift my head and look around the dimly lit living room but don't see anyone. They must be in the kitchen since a mouth-watering scent is coming from there.

"I want my mama," Tessa indignantly says and I grin. I can actually hear her pouting.

"Tessa Beatrice Eaton, you come back here this instant," he whisper yells and I can't help but giggle. Not even a second later she comes running into the room. Her eyes light up when she sees me.

"Mama!" she calls out. I swing my legs over the side of the couch just as she propels herself into my outstretched arms.

"Hi, little one," I whisper in her ear, my voice still thick with sleep, as I hug her tightly to my chest.

"We gots pizza and I hungwy, Mama," she poutily says, her bottom lip sticking out. "I eat?"

"Tessa, I told you to be quiet. We'll eat soon," Tobias whispers as he comes into the room, Teagan in his arms and Tyler trailing behind them. They stop and smile happily when they see me.

"You 'wake!" Teags squeals.

"So it would seem," I say as I get to my feet.

"Did she wake you up?" Tobias sternly asks.

"No, she didn't," I fib.

"All right. How are you feeling, love?" he asks. "Did you have a nice nap?"

"The nap was wonderful. I actually feel refreshed," I say. "And very hungry."

"Me, too," Tessa whines.

"Well you can finally eat, little one," I say, kissing the side of her head. "Something sure does smell wonderful."

"Well, you're just in luck. The pizzas and breadsticks are done and the table is set."

"I help," Tessa says, still hanging on to me for dear life.

"That's a good girl," I say.

"Me, too," Tyler and Teags say at the same time.

"I'm proud of you two also," I say, ruffling Tyler's hair then kissing Teags' cheek. "So what kind of pizza did you guys pick out?"

"We picked extra cheese for me and Tess and Teags," Tyler says then he frowns. "What did you get again, Daddy?"

"Pineapple and Canadian bacon for me and Mommy."

"Oh, my favorite!" I say. When I pass Tobias on the way to the dining room, I place a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you. That was very sweet of you."

"That's me, Mr. Sweet," he says, a cocky grin on his handsome face. "You're very welcome, love. All right, guys. Let's eat." The food is perfect, as is the company and conversation. I'm not entirely sure what comes over me but I eat over half our pizza and still feel ravenous.

"Baby, do we have any fruit?" I ask. "I'm still hungry." I start to get up but Tobias sets his hand on my forearm.

"I got some mixed fruit when we went to the store," he says. "I'll get you some. Does anyone else want a bowl?"

"Peas!" Tessa and Teags say and Tyler just eagerly nods.

"Coming right up."

"So, you guys asked about a movie earlier," I say even though my eyes follow Tobias around the kitchen. "Do you still want to watch Finding Nemo?" They all agree and hurry through the rest of the meal excited to see one of their favorite movies.

"Mama, we watch Dory next?" Tessa asks before the first movie even begins.

"We only have time for one movie tonight," I say as I look at the clock. "Do you want Nemo or Dory?"

"Nemo!" they all say at once.

"Good choice," I say as I hold the remote out in front of me. "Everyone ready?" Teags is stretched out on the couch leaning against her dad who has his arm wrapped loosely around her. Tyler is leaning against me and Tessa is reclined in my lap.

"Yes, Mama," Tessa says as Tyler says, "Yep!"

"Yeah! Nemo!" Teags says clapping then she wraps both arms around Tobias' and grins at the TV. I hit the play button, and we all sit back and relax. Within an hour all three of them are fast asleep but we don't want to move them for fear they'll wake up and not go back to sleep for hours, so Tobias and I finish the movie. We both struggle not to laugh out loud too much. This is one of the funniest movies we have. I'm not surprised that Tobias had it even before we had kids.

"I'll take this one upstairs and get her ready for bed then I'll be back for Tyler," Tobias quietly says as the credits roll.

"Take your time," I murmur. "I'm not going anywhere." He bends down and kisses my forehead before turning around and disappearing around the corner. I gently run my fingers through Tyler's hair with one hand and softly stroke my fingertips up and down Tessa's back with the other. I love quiet moments like this, knowing my kids are safe, happy, and healthy. There's no better feeling in the world.

After a while, my mind drifts back over our hectic day and everything we learned. I still don't know what to think of Jessica and Hector. I guess only time will tell if they prove to be trustworthy or not. The chasm was searched multiple times and no body was found so either someone survived the fall and made their way out or the eye witnesses who insist that someone fell in in the first place are wrong. But the most disturbing news of the day came from Zander. I still can't believe that the bitch was released from the hospital. I honestly thought we would win this battle but, apparently, she's got friends in high places. I still can't believe that with her background they just let her walk. At the very least, she should be jailed for her crimes.

"What's that look for?" Tobias asks, startling me out of my reverie. "You look upset."

"Just thinking back over everything that happened today."

"Olivia?" he asks.

"Yeah. That hurts the most. She had to have duped someone. We need to be vigilant, Tobias."

"I agree," he says. "But we can't let her ruin our life. She's in the past. We both know what she is so we just need to be careful."

"You're right," I say. "There's no need to worry needlessly. Neither of us need the extra stress."

"No, we don't, especially you," he says. He shuts off the TV then comes to the couch and picks up Tyler who lets out a soft groan but, thankfully, doesn't wake up. I manage to get to my feet without disturbing Tessa and follow Tobias upstairs. I go straight into our bedroom, and Tobias continues down the hallway to Tyler's room. I get Tessa out of her clothes and into her PJs without waking her then put her in her crib. I kiss her head then Teagan's and pick up the monitor on my way out of my bedroom. I hear soft voices when I get to Tyler's room.

"I'm glad I might get a brother, Daddy," Tyler is saying. His words are slightly slurring one into the next, so I know he's half asleep.

"You know what? If I had my way, you would get a baby brother and your sisters would get a baby sister. Unfortunately, it just doesn't work that way."

"It'll be okay if they are girls," he says after a moment. "I'll love them anyway." I can't help but melt at his statement. I must make a noise alerting them to my presence.

"Hi, Mommy," Tyler says with a sleepy grin.

"Hello, my sweet boy," I say. "I came to tuck you in." He sits up and wraps his arms around me for a big hug.

"I love you, Mommy," he says then yawns. "I love you, Daddy."

"Mommy and Daddy love you, too, buddy … to the moon and back. You better lie down and go back to sleep." He does as I ask, and I tuck him in snuggly. "Goodnight. Sleep tight." Tobias and I both kiss his forehead, I turn on his nightlight, and then we noiselessly pad out into the hallway hand-in-hand.

"Would you like to go downstairs or to the rooftop deck?" Tobias asks after he takes me in is arms. I run my fingertips up his sculpted biceps and rest my hands on his shoulders.

"Isn't it still hot outside?" I ask. "Let's go downstairs and maybe we can cool down with some ice cream."

"I'm always up for dessert," he mutters sexily. He lowers his lips to mine and enthusiastically kisses me until I'm breathless and throbbing almost painfully in my sex. The fire he sparked this morning is back and smoldering with a vengeance.

"You go downstairs without me," I say as I pull away, panting. "I've got to use the bathroom."

"Okay," he says.

"I won't be too long," I say.

"Take your time, love," he says. After another quick kiss, he starts down the stairs, and I go through our bedroom and into the bathroom. I turn the light on and quickly relieve myself. I look longingly at the shower, really wanting to wash off the long day. I quickly peel off my clothes, drop them in the hamper, and step into the glass enclosure. I take what has to be the quickest shower in the history of showers then put on a pair of little black and white polka dot cotton sleep shorts and a matching camisole. Before searching out Tobias, I run a wide tooth comb through my tangled tresses and thoroughly brush my teeth. I turn off the lights then make my way out into the hallway.

I start for the staircase when I notice the laundry room door ajar about a foot. Anxiety blooms in my chest as I detour down the hallway. I step up to the door and open it a fraction more. I look into what I'm expecting to be a dark room but see dim, flickering light coming from the rooftop sunroom. I thought you went downstairs. I slowly ascend the spiral staircase, my body readying for battle with each step. I logically know that no one can reach our rooftop oasis without coming through the apartment but I'm still apprehensive about what I'll find.

When I reach the landing, I stop dead in my tracks, befuddled. The normally unremarkable glass-walled room has been transformed into one of the most romantic places I've ever seen. Dancing candlelight is reflecting off of every available surface from the dozens of lit votives and tealights flickering throughout the room. On the table in front of the wicker couch we've never used sits a bottle of sparkling cider on ice and two champagne flutes. Beside it sits two bowls filled with what looks like hot fudge sundaes that are slowly starting to melt. Tobias obviously hasn't heard me because he's standing at the far side of the room between the now open glass panels staring out at the lit cityscape. I softly pad up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.

"What's all this?" I ask as I kiss the back of his neck.

"I thought we could use a romantic evening just the two of us," he says as he turns in my arms. His smile automatically falls. "What's wrong, love?" He looks down at me, worry in his soulful eyes as he grazes his fingertips up and down my jawline.

"I think the news of the bitch being released from the hospital affected me more than I thought. Finding the laundry room door ajar made my thoughts … run wild," I say, burying my head in his chest embarrassedly. He tightens his arms around me, and I smile when I feel his lips in my hair. "Logically, I knew it had to be you up here but I still worried."

"I'm sorry I frightened you," he says. "I thought I'd come up and check out the weather. I know it's still on the warm side but I thought we could cool down in the hot tub." I tilt my head back and look up at him, my brows raised.

"Aren't you literally contradicting yourself there?"

"No," he chuckles. God, I love his laugh. "I turned the thermostat down. It's actually a very pleasant, almost cool temperature now."

"But I'm not supposed to." I know hot tubs and pregnancy don't mix from the first one.

"I talked to Zander," he says. "As long as we keep your body temperature below 102 it's safe and since I turned the temperature all the way down it's no more dangerous than a bath."

"I will admit, sitting in the hot tub with you does sound nice and relaxing but we better eat the sundaes before they totally melt."

"How could I have forgotten about them?" he murmurs. He takes my hand and leads me to the couch. We sit side-by-side, and he hands me one of the bowls before picking up his own. I immediately dig in and moan.

"This tastes so good," I say. "Thanks, baby. You sure know how to treat a girl right."

"I know how to treat my girl right," he says. I caress his jawline, the stubble rough beneath my fingertips. Then I lean in and press my lips to his. When the kiss intensifies, I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like chocolate, vanilla, cherry and, of course, Tobias – four of my favorite flavors. We part, both of us breathing forcefully, and we finish our tasty treat.

"This was so sweet of you," I say as I set my now empty bowl on the coffee table. I look around the room while I wait for Tobias to finish his dessert. The yellowish-orange flames dance on the gentle breeze casting a romantic glow on every surface. After setting his empty dessert dish aside, he leans forward and takes the cider bottle out of the ice and pops the cork, sending a wave of sparkling cider cascading into one of the flutes. He hands it to me then pours himself a glass. He recorks the bottle and shoves it back into the ice bucket.

"To us," he simply says, raising his glass in toast.

"To us," I repeat as I gently touch my glass to his with a delicate clink then we each take a sip. The sweet bubbles explode on my tongue, causing me to giggle.

"God, I love that sound, and I love you very much, Mrs. Eaton." Butterflies flutter in my tummy at his loving words.

"I love you, too, Mr. Eaton," I say, "more than you'll ever know."

"Believe me. I know." Tobias gets to his feet and holds his hand out to me and says, "Join me."

"It would be my pleasure," I say as I put my free hand in his. He pulls me to my feet then guides me out onto our rooftop deck. I blindly follow him around the corner to the hidden hot tub platform, which is surrounded by more lit candles. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

"I tried." He takes my champagne flute and sets it aside.

"I don't have a suit," I breathily say, gazing up at him.

"We don't need swimsuits," he says. He steps closer and lifts my cami up and off my body. He drops it to the ground then proceeds to pull my sleep shorts down my legs. He peppers my tummy with sweet kisses as I step out of the pajama bottoms and kick them away. He stands up and leisurely runs his eyes up and down my body. "You are perfection." I blush as he continues gawking.

"You have too many clothes on," I say. He reaches for his shirt but I shake my head. "Allow me." In less than one minute, he's standing before me in all his naked glory. I dart my tongue out and moisten my suddenly parched lips. "Just one look and you take my breath away."

"I feel the same way," he says. "Come here." I take his hand, once again, and he leads me up the stairs to our hot tub then down into it.

"Oh my!" I say the moment my toes hit the cool water. "I guess I was expecting it to be on the warm side but it's not. It's almost cold." I sink down into the water and let out a pleasurable sigh. It's not too hot and it's not too cold either … it's just right.

"What are you laughing about?" he asks as he settles into the bench beside me.

"Just call me Goldilocks," I chuckle and he looks at me like I'm crazy. "The water isn't too hot and the water isn't too cold. It's just right." He laughs at my poor attempt at humor, which makes me smile. "I'm so glad I met you, Tobias. You let me be me."

"I'm glad I met you, too, love," he says. "I don't even want to imagine my life without you."

"Never imagine that. You'll never have to experience it because you're stuck with me." A smile slowly turns up his lips brightening his whole face.

"You," he says, looking like he's at a loss for words. "I love you."

"I love you." I reach behind us and get our glasses of cider. "Here you go."

"Thanks," he says.

"I'm glad you checked the weather," I say. "It's actually a lovely night, especially factoring in the water temperature."

"The minute I slid the panels into place and felt the breeze, I thought the swimming pool would feel nice. I knew we haven't used the hot tub in a while so I checked it. I thought it was perfect."

"It is," I say as I finish the last of my cider. I set the empty glass with his out of the way then lean back and relax into the jets that are hitting my lower back in just the right way.

"How about I give you a massage?" Tobias asks. As good as the forced water feels I know my husband's hands would feel even better.

"I would love that," I say. He pulls me between his spread legs and sits me in front of him on the wide seat.

"Do you have a hair tie?" he asks.

"No." He pulls a basket of miscellaneous items that sits on a shelf closer to him and rummages through it.

"I think I saw one earlier when I was lighting the candles," he says as he hands me a neon pink scrunchy.

"Thanks." I twist my hair up into a messy knot on the top of my head and wrap the scrunchy around it to secure it in place.

"There's something incredibly sexy about your neck and shoulders being bare," Tobias says as he places a smattering of kisses over my naked skin. He places his big hands on my shoulders and kneads the tired muscles firmly. I hang my head forward, enjoying the feel of his hands on me as the water roils around us.

"You're going to spoil me." I can't help my moan; it feels so damn good.

"Would that be so bad?" he asks, chuckling softly, as he moves his hands up to rub my neck.

"No," I murmur. "I like it when you spoil me." After a couple minutes, he moves his hands to the top of my arms and massages his way down to my fingertips. I lean back, melting into Tobias' chest so relaxed. My head falls back onto his shoulder as he moves his hands to my hips. He strokes the soft flesh with his long fingers then glides his hands up my body to cup my breasts.

"What are you doing, baby?" I ask as though I don't know.

"Nothing," he mutters as he starts gently manipulating the sensitive mounds. My breath catches in the back of my throat when he pinches my aching nipples then grazes his thumbnails over their pebbled peaks.

"Oh, God!" I gasp.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mm-hmm." He continues playing with my breasts, rolling my nipples through his nimble fingers, pinching them until I feel the sharp ache between my thighs, gently tugging on them until I think I'm going to come. "Don't stop, baby. Oh, God! Please don't stop." I moan so loudly I momentarily wonder if passersby on the street can hear me but the thought quickly evaporates when he changes up his touch once again. He keeps a palm on my right breast, giving the right amount of friction to the sensitive bud, driving me crazy, and lightly drags his other hand down my stomach and between my thighs. My legs fall open of their own accord when I feel his fingertips seeking my throbbing nubbin. My breath comes fast and hard as he circles the highly sensitive bundle of nerves with two rough fingers. I curse under my breath as he speeds up his ministrations. I go to close my legs on his incessant digits when the sensation is nearly too much to handle but he loops his ankles over mine, keeping my legs spread wide. He lightly runs his lips up and down my neck, placing soft kisses here and there while my core clenches around nothing. "So close."

"Do you want to come, love?" he murmurs in my ear.

"Yes," I plead. "Make me come, baby. Make me come." He continues to massage my breast as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me. I cry out as his thumb presses on my nubbin. He starts roughly circling the bundle of nerves, and I cry out as my channel clamps down on his digits. My body tries to arch away from his but his firm grip keeps me in place as he carries me through my orgasm. He slows his fingers when I'm sated and removes them from my body as he continues kissing, licking, and biting my neck. I take his hand away from my sore breast while I sit panting in front of him.

"You're absolutely stunning when you come," he murmurs in my ear. I turn my head to thank him for the compliment, and the words die on my tongue. He's looking at me with a predatory gaze. I yelp when he suddenly picks me up and turns me in his arms. The buoyancy of the water allows him to easily maneuver me so that I'm straddling his lap. He crashes his mouth into mine and kisses me ferociously, like he hadn't tasted me in years and is starving for my touch. The pent-up frustration from being denied release earlier today seeps in as his tongue ferociously sweeps my mouth.

"Hey! Slow down, baby," I murmur against his lips. "We have all night."

"I don't think I do," he says as he grabs my hand and moves it between us. "I want you so much." He's hard as steel, hot to the touch, engorged painfully by the look in his eyes, and throbbing with need. "I can't wait. I need to be inside you now then we can slow down." He lifts me off his lap and sets me beside him on my knees facing away from him. He stands beside me and reaches in front of me like he's searching for something. "I hope you'll like this," he mutters in my ear. "If it gets to be too much, let me know." I wonder what he's talking about as he moves me to our right about four inches and am about to ask when a powerful stream of water shoots out and pounds my throbbing nubbin, stealing all the breath from my body leaving me gasping for oxygen.

"Holy fuck!" I try to move away from the well-aimed jet but he firms up his grip on my hips, being mindful not to squeeze too tightly. He places his body between my spread legs and thrusts inside me fully in one powerful drive. I cry out from the forcefulness of his possession, and he groans in my ear as he stills, buried deeply inside me. I usually relish the feeling of when we first become one but the punishing stream battering my already sensitive bundle of nerves is all I can concentrate on at the moment. A crushing orgasm tears through my body from out of nowhere, making me quiver nearly uncontrollably. I scream Tobias' name as my sex clamps around him, seemingly trying to either draw him in completely or expel him from my body.

"You have no idea how tight you are when you come," he groans as he starts to frantically move in and out. "It feels like you're trying to squeeze my cock off, love." He keeps that stream of water hitting me just so as he pummels my sex. I swear I have an out of body experience. I've heard of multiple orgasms and I know Tobias has given me my fair share during a single sexual encounter, but this is different. Just when I think the climax is relenting, my walls start quivering and they clamp down on his thick shaft again and it starts all over. I've never felt anything like it. It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt and yet it's almost painful and quickly becoming too much for me to handle.

"Too much. Too much," I chant.

"I'm going to come, love," he says. "Come with me." His words trigger a final cataclysmic explosion, which I swear makes me blackout or float away or something. I'm definitely not on the same plane of existence any more. I feel Tobias moving me away from the torturous spray but my body is still in the throes of a seemingly unending orgasm. He tenderly kisses my neck as my body convulses around his.

"That. Was. Incredible," I breathlessly pant. "But I'm not sure I can allow you to touch me again for the rest of our lives. I had no idea water could be so … potent. I'm not sure I've come that many times total, ever."

"We should probably go inside. The way you were screaming my name was sexy as fuck but it's probably going to bring the patrol officers to our door to investigate. I'm sure if anyone actually heard us they think I'm up here murdering you."

"You go inside without me. I don't think I can walk just yet." Hell, maybe I'll never walk again. I rest my head on my folded arms as my body continues to shake and shudder with mini explosions. What did he do to me?

"Are you all right, love?" His voice sounds troubled. "Shit. Did I hurt you?" I turn my head and look at him. His Four mask is in place, which pains me. I give him the best smile I can muster.

"That was the single greatest sexual experience of my life, Tobias Eaton," I breathlessly say. "But you wore me out. Not to mention my body feels like it's in a perpetual state of orgasm. The next time we're in the shower I'm using the handheld shower wand on you to make you come a thousand times." He runs his fingertips up my spine causing me to shiver.

"I'm good but I'm not good enough to make you come a thousand times."

"You wanna bet? I think you ruined me." He actually chuckles at that because he knows I'm teasing him.

"Let me get you to bed," he says. "I can tell you're exhausted."

"That's 'cause you just tried to kill me with sex."

"It would be a hell of a way to go."

"Yeah, it would," I murmur. I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open, and the next thing I know Tobias is gently lying me down in our bed. I want to argue but he convinced me that he already dried me off. Hhm. I don't remember that. He reaches up and takes the knot out of my hair and combs through the tangled mess with his fingers. He disappears for either minutes or hours then I realize he's slathering my still naked body with my moisturizing lotion. When his fingertips graze my swollen breasts, I gasp.

"It's okay, love."

"No more, baby," I mutter. "Not tonight. No more." I want to raise my hands and push his fingers away, but my body is no longer acting like my own.

"Of course, Tris," he quietly says, his lips against my ear. "I'm just putting your lotion on. Go back to sleep."

"Love you."

"I love you, too," he says. He softly presses a kiss to my forehead as he settles the sheet over my naked body. Even the luxurious thread count feels too much for my over stimulate body and I groan.

"Too much," I moan. Tobias pulls the sheet away from me and I sigh contentedly. He slides into bed beside me and pulls me close but not too close.

"I'll keep the door locked for you tonight. We don't want Tyler wandering in," he says. I turn my lips towards his and he kisses me tenderly. "Sleep well, my love."