Commencement Exercises

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Well I'm back, only for a couple of days but at least I'm here and posting! Have had the most amazing and crazy time in Mallorca and on the cruise! Spain next with my US friends YAY! Hopefully I will get quite a lot of this fic posted up before I leave, if not, there are several other chapters of things!

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'Kirsten and I are gonna go grab a bite to eat,' Sandy called into the apartment. His mother appeared in the hallway, eyebrows raised.

'You're going out?'

'Yeah, well Kirsten didn't have breakfast so…'

'And when are we going to spend some time together?'

'When can you get me alone to complain about my lifestyle you mean?'

'I don't…'

'You do, passing judgement on my job, my wife, our home…'

'That's a mother's prerogative.'

'A mother is meant to be happy for her son.'

'Mothers worry.'

'You meddle. What happened with Kirsten this morning?'

'The little tattle-tale been talking about me?'

'No, actually. She didn't want me to say anything but I know my wife and you obviously upset her.'

'We simply talked about the baby. She's hormonal, get used to it.'

Sandy narrowed his eyes, 'If you're going to insult our unborn child, could you please do it to me rather than Kirsten.'

'Where's the fun in that? Joking, joking!' the Nana teased. 'Although I won't deny we need to talk about it. I have a couple of concerns about the child's upbringing.'

'No doubt you do,' her son muttered.

'Pardon?'

'Nothing ma, you and I can talk as much as you like this afternoon and tomorrow okay?'

'I guess that will have to do.'

'What now?'

'Oh nothing, I just know where I stand.'

'And that means what precisely?'

'Kirsten comes first. Kirsten and that illegitimate child.'

'It's not like we're unmarried.'

'Might as well be; interfaith ceremony pft! He or she won't be properly Jewish.'

'We are not discussing this now; I have a hungry pregnant woman waiting for me.'

'Just go Sandy.'

'Fine,' He walked out, letting the door close noisily behind him.

'Of course, can't keep Princess Kirsten waiting.'

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Kirsten and Sandy were sat in the lounge taking advantage of the fact that they could relax for half an hour or so. Sandy's sister, niece and nephew were still out, his brother-in-law was at work and his mom had popped out for some extra groceries for the celebratory dinner later that night. Dave was holed up in his room and unlikely to venture out and disturb them after what he had witnessed earlier. Cue a lot of rather heavy making out and lovey-dovey discussions.

'I love you,' Sandy murmured when his wife broke their most recent kiss.

'I love you more.'

'You know, I'd love you more if you did me a favour…'

'Mmmhmm?'

'Iron my dress pants?'

'I told you to pack them carefully,' she chastised, eyes laughing.

'I did…they just, got creased.'

'You're just lucky I love you that much.'

'Thanks honey.'

'Actually it's because I have to iron my dress anyway.'

'Oh, so now you tell me.'

Kirsten got up slowly and carefully, 'Go find an iron; I'll grab your pants.'

'Kirsten Cohen, don't talk dirty.'

'Sandy! That's not even funny.'

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Kirsten had the strangest feeling that she was being watched, she glanced round from her position at the ironing board but the doorway appeared empty. She turned back and focused on the folds of her husband's pants. She might be a disaster in the kitchen but at least she had some housewifely skills. Too bad ironing was the most boring task in the world. It certainly didn't occupy her enough; the feeling persisted. She set the iron down and turned round properly. There, at the edge of the doorframe, about two foot up was an inquisitive face, a pair of large blue eyes watching her unblinkingly.

'Hello.'

'You're Kirsten,' the little girl said, edging into the room.

'And you're Massie. It's nice to meet you; you were asleep when we got here last night.'

Kirsten watched warily as Massie clambered up onto the sofa, before gingerly continuing to iron.

'You came with Uncle Sandy?'

'Yeah,' Kirsten answered, wondering whether, even at four, Massie would follow the rest of her family in disliking her. You never knew; Sophie might have brainwashed her.

'So you're my aunt.'

'I guess so.'

'You're pretty.'

'Thanks.'

'But your tummy sticks out.'

Kirsten laughed. 'That's because I'm going to have a baby,' she told her, quickly realising she could be heading into dangerous territory and hurrying to continue. 'And he or she will be your cousin.'

'My cousin?'

'That's right.'

Kirsten smiled, glad to have found another Cohen who could stand to be around her. She finished pressing her dress and moved on to Sandy's dress pants, a fiddly job due to the creases down the legs; Sandy liked them to be neat. Her niece continued to chatter, Kirsten interjecting suitable responses at certain points while actually concentrating on the task at hand. Obviously these replies became less than adequate because suddenly Massie was beside her, tugging on the cord of the iron and whining. The iron was stood on end as Kirsten re-adjusted one of the pants' folds and there was nothing to stop it falling.

'Massie!' Kirsten shrieked in fright as the iron toppled from the board, grabbing the little arm and hauling her away. The child cried out, startled.

'Don't ever do that again. You could have been seriously hurt,' her aunt scolded.

Massie shrank back, eyes filling with tears. 'I don't like you anymore,' she declared before running out of the room. Kirsten dropped into the armchair, fighting tears herself. Damn being so hormonal, damn being useless with children, and damn being totally unprepared for this baby.

Sandy of course chose that moment to make his appearance. 'Oh Kirsten, what now?'

'Don't say it like that,' she snapped back at him, getting up and returning to the ironing board.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean…' Sandy sighed, winding his arms around his wife and hugging her back towards him. 'What's wrong?'

'Think I just ostracised one of the three members of your family that like me.'

'Huh?' he questioned, pressing kisses to the back of her neck and making her shiver.

'Massie nearly had an accident, I told her off. She didn't appreciate it.'

'Kirsten honey, she's four-years-old, it'll be fine.' The kisses began gliding up behind her ear. She rotated in his arms so she could face him.

'Sure?'

'In ten minutes all will be forgotten,' Sandy was insistent, muting her doubtful protest with a full-on kiss, his hands working their way under her top. Kirsten looped her arms around his neck, fingers winding in his hair and let herself be carried away by his touch, his taste, the comfort of his caress, the feel of his mouth, his tongue, against her own. But all too soon the realisation that they were stood in his mom's sitting room came back to her.

'Sandy,' she breathed, breaking away.
He didn't answer, trying to regain her lips with his.

'Your mom is just down the hall.'

'Uhu and the problem is?

With perfect timing the Nana's voice rang out, 'Sandy! Kirsten! It's gone very quiet; you better not be kissing in front of my poor defenceless grandchild.'

'Massie's not in here,' Sandy hollered back, denying nothing. The response was a loud characteristic 'humph'.

Kirsten flushed and tried to extricate herself from his grasp but he pulled her closer. 'I miss you,' he whispered, warm breath tickling her ear.

'Sandy, it's three days, I think you can manage.'

'No. Can't,' was the anguished response.

'Exactly. We can't.' Kirsten could hear the tinge of regret in her own voice as her husband placed butterfly kisses across her collarbone.

'But…'

'What is up with you?' she asked laughing. 'Go take a shower. A cold one.'

Sandy chuckled and reluctantly released Kirsten, his hand stroking slowly down her back, lingering over her ass as he left.

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Sandy was stood in his boxers and a half-buttoned shirt when she padded into the room that he should have slept in last night.

'Hey.' He smiled broadly at his wife who was still damp around the edges from the shower and wearing nothing but a near-indecent towel.

'Hey yourself.' She noticed her clothes laid out on the bed and smiled too. 'Oh, thanks honey.'

'You're welcome. Will you do my tie?'

'With pleasure.' Kirsten tucked her towel a little tighter around herself and grasped the ends of Sandy's tie, pulling him towards her.

'He-llo,' he purred, his hands immediately seeking out the ends of the towel.

'Sandy,' she responded warningly, fiddling with the tie.

'Yes honey?' The tone was innocent, betrayed by the wandering hands.

'Sandy!

'What? Bill and Jess took Massie and Max to the park on the way there, Ma went early to get good seats, Davey left hours ago…'

She tried unsuccessfully to concentrate on her task as Sandy's hands parted, one moving upwards, the other tantalisingly slowly downwards 'I-I know but…'

'But what?'

Kirsten let go of the tie, and tried to grasp the hands through her towel. 'We don't have time for this. We're going to be late.' Her husband, resenting the curtailing of his activities, resisted her attempts, the towel loosening in the process.

'Well let's be late.'

Before she could reply he had shifted his attention to her face, leaning in and kissing her fervently.

She twisted her head away, breathless. 'It's your brother's graduation; you have to be there…'

Kirsten's diatribe was cut off by another kiss.

'And on time…'

Kiss

'Cohen…'

'That's me.' Sandy agreed teasingly

'Cohen is at the start of the alphabet.'

'But right now I have to be here,' he told her, his kisses slipping from her mouth down to her chest as his hands continued on their path.

'Doing what precisely?' she asked, even though she knew full well what he was doing. Not that she could stop it. Or wanted to.

'You.'

'You know, you make it…really…hard…to argue with you?' she breathed, arching her back as his fingers reached their destination and causing the towel to slide, unchecked to the floor. Sandy smiled at that.

'I had that suspicion.'

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Surprisingly enough this almost got really smutty. Perhaps it will, if you guys push me enough. Seems to me like things have got rather hot and heavy around fanfiction . net recently have they not? So maybe I could get away with putting it here…I mean it's only sex right, as opposed to anything deeply disturbing. Lol! Anyway review this chapter and let me know what you want for the next however it will mean a delay in getting the next chapter while I write some smut (the rest of the fic is finished!). The choice is yours!

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