Disclaimer…Same as Chapter 1…don't own anything. Surprise!

Author's Note…Thank you so much for all your reviews! Ok, the chapter order doesn't have a rhyme or a reason so by request, this chapter is Lucy. And I mean no offense to any 'shippers in this chapter, or any other chapters, in any other story.

Lucy

Day 8, 123…Spotted Hot!Robot!Hubby! fraternizing with other woman. I ran up to him and the evil single woman, but he talked first:

"I know it looks like we're having a conversation with each other, but actually, we're having sex. SEX! Did you hear me, I said SEX!"

Argh! Could not think of substantial retort. Back to the drawing boards…

Later

Got one! Will throw ice-coffee in face! Ha! Technically not retort but v. clever.

Much later, past bedtime of 9:30

Tried retort. Was mocked at. By Savannah.

Much later, past Third-Saturday-Of-The-Month-Bedtime of 11:15

Caught Hot!Robot!Hubby! looking at scandalizing pictures of women on computer! The women…in low cut tops…and "barely-there" underwear…oh, the humility! Will be unable to show face in public…ever! I did yell at him though:

"HOT!ROBOT!HUBBY! What are you doing! Are you trying to scare away our devout LuCyAnDkEvIn4EVA!1! fans?"

"But Lucifer! You're my wife and you don't let me see yours, ever! I NEED to KNOW what they look like!"

Did my mad-cool retort again. Failed miserably. Empty cup. Drat.

Day 8, 125…Moved into new house today. V. conveniently located in v. close proximity to Mommy's House. Will continue stealing her food and baby-sitting services.

Day 8, 126…Completed tunnel from Marital Bedroom of Chastity to Mommy's House. Will call it "Chastity Channel." V. awesome.

Day 8, 128…Had doctor's appointment today (Brother Greaseball is my doctor.) He suggested that it might be time to cut the umbilical cord from Mommy, seeing as Savannah's is still attached to me in such form. Slapped him. He cried.

Wimp.

Day 8,130…Made first sermon today. Was mad success. I believe that I am, in fact, Unnamed Deity. Have always suspected. Will write to Roxanne tomorrow to tell good news. But alas; have conundrum w. Roxanne. I write loads and loads of letters, three times a day (being a wife, mother, and minister, and fake-scholar, I have oodles of free time) but never get any in return. Hmmm! Have told of major crisis to everyone and their uncle. Out of devastation of my sad, sad, tale, everyone walked away and told me that they would pray to Unnamed Deity. Tried to tell them that am in fact Unnamed Deity but they were in such a rush to pray, they doggone didn't hear me! Those silly parishioners!

Later

Daddy came over today through the Chastity Channel. Suggested that maybe speech about how women have options may have v. possibly offended some women. I don't know why! Each week, my family and I do something incredibly offensive, but nobody even bats an eye!

Day 8,133…Caught Kevin in women's underwear. Says "Holy Territory" on buttocks. Oh dear.

Day 8,136…Kevin has yet to change underwear. I have yet to tell him that I know he is wearing it.

Day 8,137…STILL HAS NOT CHANGED UNDERWEAR!

Day 8,138…The items which the underwear is meant to hold are starting to stink. Told hubby it could be due to lack of changing. He said "oh."

I've married an idiot. At the age of what was it now? 21? my mother practically shoved me down the aisle, even though I TOLD her that I was having second thoughts.

Thinking it is about time to cut that cord.

Day 8,139…Told Mommy about wanting to cut cord. Her mouth opened wide, spit, and then pretended to be a chicken. "Squawk squawk!" I "played along" because that's my favorite game. Forgot about cord idea 'till I got home. Drat.

Later

Hot!Robot!Hubby! has contracted a diaper rash. Said he wants me to put baby powder on it. Threw baby powder in his face. Ha!

Day 8,140…Drat. Double drat. Seems Hot!Robot!Hubby has found other means of getting diaper rash treated, i.e. Detective Michaels. Triple drat.

Day 8,142…Walked in on Detective Michaels treating Kevin's diaper rash. Sure does apply a lot of slapping. Hot!Robot!Hubby! seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. Am considering employing method for Savannah.

Later

Tried tushey-slapping technique on Savannah. Did not like it as much as Hot!Robot!Hubby!. Hmmm. V. peculiar.

Day 8,145…Crashed Hot!Robot!Hubby!'s Mommy and Me meeting. He left in a huff. Think it's that time of the month again. Told group-leader about hiney-hittin' diaper-rash treatment. Got funny look in her eye then left to make a phone call. I wonder to who? Or is it whom? Hmmm.

Later

Greta, Oh Sassy Social Worker came to house today to take Savannah away to "special place." Was wondering why there were no play-group meetings as of late…

Much later…

Savannah still not back from play-group. Must be having v. good time.

Late at night

Hot!Robot!Hubby! came home and asked where Savannah was. Told him all about Greta and play-group. He started to cry. Hmmm. Must be from the diaper-rash.

V. Late at night

Have figured it out! Greta, Oh Sassy Social Worker took Savannah away to Social Services! I should be a detective! Woot woot!

Day 8, 146…Where is Savannah on this lovely morning? Could not find her anywhere. Hmmm.

Later

Drat. All coming back to me. No more Savannah. On bright side, do not have to share Mommy and her fun chicken games w. her anymore. Ugh. Savannah was such a chicken-hogger. Always wanted attention. Am quite glad to be rid of little bugger, actually.

Day 8,148…Hot!Robot!Hubby! and I have decided that as Savannah is gone, it's time to get a procreating again! Rabbit time!

Day 8,149…Have found out from Brother Greaseball that bun is officially in oven. He did a very thorough examination. He'll be such a good doctor…just as soon as he moves his private practice out of Mommy and Daddy's basement, I'm sure he'll do fine!

Day 9,001…Brother Greaseball said that bun will be a she. Hot!Robot!Hubby! and have composed a list of names. So far we have…

Bambi

Crystal

Ecstasy

Ice

Topaz

Stardust

Am v. excited! Baby Blank will be v. popular, am sure.

Day 9,002…Drat. Have found that Hot!Robot!Hubby! has STILL not changed underwear. Oh well. Let go and let Unnamed Deity.

Author's Note…This is a fun story to write! BTW…did you guys understand the reference I was making with Savannah and the list of names? If not, say so in the reviews (please please please please please) and I will explain in the next chapter's A/N. Ok, please review! Thanks!