Rosie sat in the kitchen, watching over Ma. "Here, let me do these spuds. You rest your feet. You look tired."
"Me? Sure I'm fine, it's you with the two little ones should be tired."
Rosie grinned, "They aren't hard work at all, plus Creedy is back now. They haven't given me the time of day. They are off playing with him."
"Be thankful, lass. This time next week they will tire of their father and you will be in demand."
"Have you ever known a person to tire of Creedy? I have been married to the fool for nearly 6 years and I still can't get enough of him."
"Well, you and him are a different kettle of fish. Not every couple gets on as well as you. Even Tina and Tommy, have started to argue more often. Not that I'm gossiping of course. I'm just showing how special the two of you are!"
Rosie grinned and carried on peeling away, throwing potatoes in a bucket of water beside her.
"I was going to ask Tina if Megan and Aidan could stay at hers tonight. Only I'm not throwing them into an odd atmosphere, it needs to settle if they are rowing."
"Well Tina's emotions are sky high with the baby. Tommy and her don't want to fight, they are just venting on each other, they will be OK. Why do you want the kids out?"
Rosie winked, "I'm thinking of filling up that tub for my lovely and washing him down. Then we can spend a night together not worrying if the kids will wake early, or have a nightmare. But it's OK, I'll do it in a few weeks."
"Don't be silly lass" Ma straightened her pinny. "They can stay with me. They haven't stayed with their Grandma for a few months now."
Rosie thought desperately. "No, no I can't put them on you. Not at…". The words 'Not at your age' were on Rosie's lips but she didn't want to offend the lady who she loved as a mother.
"Not at my age hey?" Ma smiled at Rosie, "I will run circles round you any day of the week girly. Let me see them. They will be as good as gold and you know it."

Creedy walked through the caste, taking in his new life. Years ago he would never have dreamt he would have two beautiful children. He smiled as his thoughts strayed to his wife. Rosie was everything he had ever wished for. After nearly 7 years he still adored every inch of her. Sure they had had their ups and downs, each couple argued, but with each argument their love grew. Learning to accept each other's opinions, they had grown in maturity together.
Creedy looked out into the night sky and sighed. The stars were as bright as ever, spelling out a history before him, but he had never really paid attention to history as a child. So when Aidan asked him, as the child often did, he just made it up. Creedy laughed out loud, remembering Rosie face when she heard Creedy's account of the Irish invading England and evicting them, until the brave Scottish saved everyone.

Stopping outside his room, Creedy held his ear to the door; he could hear Rosie humming to herself and the slosh of water, but there were no childish giggles. Curious, he entered and looked upon his wife.

The tub had taken an hour to fill, but as Rosie relaxed in front of the fire it seemed worth it. As Creedy entered she smiled, facing the fire, she couldn't see his face but knew he wouldn't be expecting a bath tonight.
"Darling!", Creedy's voice was full of emotion as he took in his wife's naked body.
Rosie spun round to face him, "Surprise..."
"This is my kind of surprise." Creedy scanned the room, "Where are our little minions?"
Rosie stepped up and an out of the bath, aware that Creedy's eyes followed the water dripping down her.
"They are staying at Ma's, tonight is ours, my sweet." Rosie laced her arms around his neck and kissed him. Stepping back, she waited for a response.
"You did all this for us?" Creedy's eyes scanned her again. "Did I ever tell you, you're the best wife in the world?"
"Not often enough, sweetie pie." Rosie turned and walked back to the steaming tub, stepping gracefully into it, and submersing herself under the water.
Creedy carried on staring, a grin covering his face.
"How do you do that?" Rosie asked.
"What?"
"You look at me like it's the first time you have set eyes on me? You make me feel like the only woman in the world-"
"You're the only woman in my world."
Creedy pulled his jumper over his head, and began pulling off his boots. Hopping around on one foot, trying to heave the other boot off proved too difficult, and Creedy fell backwards onto his backside. Rosie laughed at the sight of him.
"Laugh it up chuckles, I'll give you something to laugh about when I get these damn things off, they are far too small now. You best get down the shops, love." Creedy's eyes twinkled, finally he heaved the boots off and lay dramatically sprawled on the floor.
Standing he stood and glared at Rosie. "Would you mind averting your eyes whilst I remove my trousers?"
"Aw, come off it!" Rosie laughed.
"One demands privacy."
Rosie stepped out of the tub for the second time, her hands reaching toward his trousers.
"Don't you dare..." Creedy giggled and jumped out of her grasp. "This is assault!"
Rosie chased him to the bed and dived upon him, pulling at his trousers and tickling him under his arms.
"No! Please!" Creedy cried, "I'm telling … someone with authority... I want .." Creedy's sentence vanished and turned into one of his high pitched giggles.
Rosie lost her grip when she heard that and collapsed next to him.
"Your such a girl, Dave!" she laughed, punching him on the arm.
Creedy was trying to regain his breath, but pulled her into a kiss anyway.
"A girl that won." he smiled, then looked down at his fly, seeing himself hanging out, unzipped and free. He pulled a face. "Abused again!"
"I always win, Dave" Creedy watched Rosie's bum sway as she walked back to the tub.

An hour later, Creedy lay in Rosie's arms as she slowly washed him down.
"You know, if the dragons had never taken over I would never have met you my lovely husband."
"Yeah, that's a creepy thought. Plus we would never have made Aidan and Megan. Though I'm not sure we did the world such a great favour creating miniature versions of us."
Rosie flicked her head forward, throwing her hair in Creedy's face. "Ow!" he cried, wiping the hair from his eyes. Lifting himself from her lap, he seated himself beside her and kissed her neck, his hands fondling her breasts.
Rosie reciprocated by, flipping her leg over his lap and sitting upon him, kissing him deeply. Then, biting his neck, she clawed her nails down his back. His moans of pleasure, and evident arousal beneath her spurred her on. Reaching for his penis, she began slowly massaging him. Watching his eyes roll and him throw his head back in pleasure she smiled, until he slapped her hand away. Pushing her backwards, causing the water to overflow and flood the room. Now above her, he bit down on her neck, listening to her gasps of pleasure. Pulling her upright he ran his hands up and down her back, until he reached her bum. Grasping it, he kissed her neck, lowering himself down her body to her breasts. For a moment there was complete silence, only the crackling of the fire reminded them they weren't in heaven.
Unable to resist him anymore, Rosie shoved him back to his original position and lowered herself on to his penis. Together they found a rhythm that suited, and by the end of their melody both were gasping for breath.
Creedy was the first to move, lifting her from the bath, he took her to the bed and lay her down. Rosie rolled over and snuggled onto his side of the bed, and was soon snoring softly. Creedy dried himself and dressed. With one last check on his sleeping bride, he decided to leave the boots and plodded down to Quinn's room.