May 28th, 2006
Randi smiled at Sailor. Her daughter had finally learned to sit on her own. She was clapping her hands along with Randi.
"Such a talented little girl." Randi chuckled. The doorbell rang and Randi scooped up the baby. "May I help you?"
"I have a delivery for Dr. Malucci." The man said.
"I'm his wife." She signed the paper, "What is this?"
"Tiles, wallpaper, rugs, and some other stuff." He said.
"All right, let me show you where you can bring all of those." Randi said showing the man outback, "My husband is building his own clinic. I wasn't aware he was already doing the insides."
"I've seen you on TV haven't I?" The man asked. Randi chuckled.
"Yeah, you probably have. I've done a lot of interviews these past months. I'm in the fashion industry" She said leading him out, "Dave, you have a delivery." He stepped out of the clinic.
"Great. I've been waiting for all of this to come." Dave said to the delivery guy, "Do you have the doors?" The man nodded.
"They're coming. You want to look over the order?" Dave nodded and took the paper. He read it over and grinned at Randi.
"Once we get all of this set up you can come in and decorate until your hearts content." Dave said. Randi rubbed her hands.
"When do you think everything will be set up?" She asked.
"Two or three weeks probably. We need to paint it of course, and then you can choose the wallpaper. Knock yourself out with it." Dave said. Randi nodded with a large grin upon her face.
"I can't wait." She chuckled as she headed back to the house. Dave stood there as he watched packages being brought in.
* * *
Dave wiped the sweat off his forehead as he laid out the blue carpet in the waiting room. This was so exciting. His clinic was coming along perfectly.
"Hey there, big boy." Randi stood in the doorway of the clinic dressed in only a silky bathrobe. Dave smiled at her glancing at her beautiful breasts that could see through the silky bathrobe.
"Hey." He said. Dave could already feel the blood rushing south. His wife always had that affect on him, "What can I do for you?"
"You can do me." Randi smiled taking off her robe. Dave's eyes widened.
"Christ, Randi." He pulled her into the clinic. "Someone could have seen you." Randi giggled.
"No one would have seen me." She said strolling around naked.
"Go back into the house and I will be there soon." Dave said.
"No." Randi jumped up on the new admit counter, spreading her legs slightly. "We need to christen this clinic." Dave chuckled looking at her.
"That's not very hygienic." Dave said. Randi giggled.
"The health department or whatever wont be here until you're ready to open up." Randi said, "Until then you have time to clean up anything and we can have…fun."
"Oh, I like fun a lot." Dave said walking up to his wife.
"It's been awhile since we've had fun." Randi winked pulling him between her legs. Dave grinned at his wife. It certainly had been a long time since they had made love, but that night they would wind up doing it twice before taking it inside. Moments like these reminded Dave of their first encounter after the wrestling match they went to.
June 28th, 2006
Sweat poured down Randi's back as she and Dave made love. His hands caressed every curve of her body as she rode him. Groans echoed out through out the room. The bed squeaked beneath them. Ireland stood in the doorway watching them with a slight giggle.
"Oh god." Randi groaned out loudly as her orgasm tore through her body. She collapsed onto of her husband.
"Christ." Dave gasped, drawing air into his lungs. He ran his hand down his wife's back. Ireland smiled and closed the door.
"Did you hear something?" Randi asked. Dave chuckled.
"I couldn't hear a thing with all your moaning and groaning."
"I'm not that loud." Randi rolled off of him and laughed.
"Oh no, you're not. But I think the Jenkins will call the cops next time for you're disturbing the peace." Dave chuckled. Randi smacked him.
"Shut up." She pulled the blanket up around them. "Good night."
"Good night, lover." Dave smiled.
* * *
Ireland stood in front of her sisters watching them. Sailor was sitting in her saucer playing with the stuffed zebra that was in front of her. Lyric was at the table drawing a picture of the garden out back. Ireland giggled and grabbed all her dolls and sat down.
"Hi Dana. Hi rob." She made her dolls kiss. Lyric wrinkled her nose.
"You're stupid." Lyric said as Dave walked into the room.
"Don't call your sister stupid, Lyr." He said as he sat down with a mug of coffee. Dave picked up a magazine and started to read it.
"You're loud, Dana. I am not, Rob." Ireland said with her dolls. She made the girl dolls straddle the boy doll. Dave looked up from the magazine.
"What are you doing, Ireland?" Dave frowned deeply.
"Nothing." She mumbled. Dave watched as she made her dolls move against each other. The colour drained from his face. Randi said she heard something last night. Dave got up and snatched the dolls from his daughter.
"Don't do that." He said. Ireland looked up with large eyes.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I said so." Dave put the dolls on the table. Lyric frowned. "Watch Sammi." Dave walked out of the room and into the kitchen. He stared at his wife who arched her eyebrow.
"What did I do now?" She asked.
"You heard something." Dave said.
"What did I hear?" Randi said pulling out the carrots from the fridge.
"Last night after we had sex, you said you heard something."
"Yeah, I did." Randi said, "I don't know what it was though."
"What was it?" Randi asked as she started to peel a carrot.
"It was Ireland." He said. Randi looked up at him with large eyes.
"Ireland? How do you know that?" She asked.
"Because She was playing with her dolls and making them have sex." He said. Randi covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh god." Randi whispered, "We need to talk to her."
"I'm not doing that." Dave said, "You do it."
"I can't." Randi said with a sigh, "Shit…Okay." Randi dried her hands off and walked into the living room. Lyric was colouring on Sailor's face with her marker. "Lyric! Up to your room now!!"
"I'll take care of her." Dave mumbled picking up the green faced Sailor. Randi sat down and looked at Ireland.
"Come here." Randi said. Ireland bit her lip and sat on her lap.
"Am I in trouble?" She asked. Randi sighed.
"No. You're not in trouble." Randi said, "But we need to talk. Last night, what you saw…It's not what little girls are supposed to see.
"I'm a big girl." Ireland said.
"You're four. You're not a grown up yet." Randi said.
"What were you doing?" Ireland asked. Randi took in a deep breath.
"Daddy and I were making love. When you're a grown up and you're married, you make love with your husband and make a baby." Randi said. Ireland's face brightened up.
"You're gonna have another baby?" Ireland asked.
"No. We're not." Randi said, "We were just showing each other our love. You're not allowed to walk in Mommy and Daddy's room from now on unless you knock okay?" Ireland nodded.
"I'm sorry, Mommy." She said.
"It's okay. Just go upstairs and play in your room." Randi said. Ireland nodded and ran out of the room. Randi sighed deeply. Her cheeks were bright red. Her daughter had seen them have sex. She was so embarrassed but she assumed every parent had had that experience at some point in his or her lives.