We all got back to our house, after stopping at Wal-Mart to get Kia a new video game and coloring book - both of which were SpongeBob.

Rob was helping Kia set up her video game, so I took that time to make myself just that little bit more appealing. I went into our adjoining bathroom and threw on some lacy underwear and a lacy bra and put a sexy slip over it.

Rob can't resist me in this.

I noticed he wasn't in the room yet, so I took my make up off and spritzed myself with a little perfume. Then I went into the bedroom and laid down in the made bed - which would soon be as naked as we would be. I posed in what I thought was a sexy position - I don't do sexy well, you should know.

Then Rob came in and muttered, "Stupid Play Station."

When he looked up and saw me, he practically passed out.

Was it too much?

When he came to his senses, he came over to me and looked me over. "You forgot to lock the door," I commented.

He looked at me and said, "Fuck the door." And he proceeded to kiss me.

"Mmm," I moaned into his mouth, as our tongues entwined. He fully got on top of me, pressing his lower half to mine and supported his upper half with his right arm - his left was a bit busy.

I could feel that all-too-familiar bulge in his pants. Oooh, and a little early this time. I guess I should present myself in lingerie more often.

He lifted the slip up slightly and began kissing my lower tummy, which caused me to react in a really weird way.

"Wow," I gasped. It felt so good.

Rob smirked at me from where he was, leaning over my lower body. Oh, god, that sounds so wrong. And it is, too. "You like that?"

"Mmhmm," I murmured.

"Good," he replied, and began doing it again, only lower this time.

See, the thing I don't get is, why wasn't he screwing me senseless right now, if he was already, erm, hard?

Maybe he's just trying to please me more before he decides to screw me.

Good.

He just kept going lower. Then he stopped and went down to my inner thighs and kissed every possible inch there, getting as close as possible to the forbidden area without actually touching it.

Oh, god, it was torture.

But a good kind of torture.

"Rob," I said huskily. That voice didn't even sound like me at all.

He was causing me so much pleasure that I had to do something for him. So, I flipped us over so I was on top.

He still had all of his clothes on. Except his socks and shoes; he had taken them off when he came in.

So, I untucked his shirt (he had wanted to look nice for seeing my mom, so he actually tucked his shirt in). My hand accidentally brushed by his, er, certain body part. He shuddered and it only got harder - his manhood, I mean.

Then I had an idea.

I removed his pants, slowly and efficiently. Then I removed his shirt, practically ripping it off in the process, which earned me a shocked expression from Rob. He was only left in his boxers.

I was about to take them off, too. But he had to go and flip us back over again, so he was on top. "Baby, your clothes - which are sexy, by the way - have to go," he said. And he slipped the slip off.

Then he pulled me up to him so he could unclasp my bra. It came off just as easily as the slip did.

"The score's even, Wilkins," I stated. He was looking at me in a way that made me want to screw him all night long.

"Not for long," he said, and went down to pull my undies off. He slipped them off gracefully, kissing every inch on the way down. Every inch including the front of what my panties were covering. THAT had me reeling. It felt so unbelievably good.

He went to start kissing me again, but I flipped him over so I could employ my idea.

Heehee...

I went to his boxers, slid them off, at regular speed, and threw them on the floor where all of our other clothes were.

I looked back up at him and grinned mischievously.

I started kissing down him - it seems we've both been kissing each other a lot, and not just on the mouth - and stopped at his lower stomach, just before his you know what.

Then I, er, um, put my, erm, oh jeez...

In shorter words:

I gave him a hand job.

He enjoyed it. If him moaning my name had anything to do with it.

"You like that?" I asked, using the same phrase he had.

He nodded dumbly and shuddered.

Then he came to his senses. He put his hands to my waist and pulled me up toward him. "You are the most amazing woman ever," he stated. Then, yet again, he flipped us over.

He was about to...you know, but I stopped him and said, "I don't think so, buster. I'm on top."

He grinned at me and rolled us back over. "Okay, woman, do your thang," he said.

And I did.

Reminds me of that song by the Killers - "On Top".

I can't wait. We're on top...on top.

Heehee.

I think this is the first time people have had sex and the man doesn't care if the woman is on top.

Some men say, according to Cosmo, that they are embarrassed when their girlfriend, wife, fianceé, etc. are on top during certain activities. I mean, who the hell cares? Its your bedroom - or wherever the hell you are - and its intimate. People shouldn't find out about it anyway. Well, unless, of course, you tell them. Then that's your own damn fault.

Oh, god, it was just so unbelievably awesome.

Probably the best sex so far.

Haha.

I seriously hope Kia had the Play Station turned up pretty loud. We made quite a bit of noise.

My head was lying on Rob's chest, which was moving up and down pretty rapidly. We were both breathing heavily due to the amazing sex we just had. God, WHY did I ever leave this man? He was so amazing.

I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It read 5:30 PM.

That was when Rob said, through ragged breaths, "I promised...Kia that we would...go out to dinner." When I looked up, he smiled and kissed me, gently.

"What?" I asked, breathlessly.

He smirked. "I told her...if she...left us alone...for a little...while...that we would...go out to dinner."

I laughed at that. "Bribing our kid, now, are we?" He laughed too and hugged me tighter to him.

"I love you," he whispered in my hair.

"And I love you," I whispered back.

I heard the phone ring in the distance. It was just me and Rob, though. And I hoped it would always be that way.

Just me and him...

...well, until Kia burst into the room.

"Kia!" Rob said. "What did I tell you?"

"Sorry," she mumbled, "but Gramma is on the phone."

Rob narrowed his eyes. "Why didn't you just tell her that we were busy?"

"I did!" she insisted, "but she said it was really important!"

I groaned. "Okay, honey," I said softly, "just go back and do what you were doing, and hang up the other extension." Then I picked up the cordless in our room.

"Hello?"

"Jessica? Hello, honey," came the almost cheery voice of my mother.

"Hi, mom," I said.

"What's wrong, honey? You seem upset," she said. Well, no wonder. You interrupted my amazing sex with my boyfriend.

"Um, I was resting," I lied, "but I'm okay."

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I just thought you and him were doing something inappropriate while Kia was there. She said you were busy and stuff, so I figured—"

"Yeah," I cut her off. "What's up, Mom? I mean, why did you call?"

"Oh," she said. "Well, I was just checking in, sweetie. And I am looking forward to another grandchild, honey. Don't be mistaken by the way I acted earlier. I really am sorry about that."

Okay, so she apologized. That's good. But the way she said him before ticked me off.

"Its okay, Mom," I assured her. "Is Dad there?"

I kind of feel more comfortable talking to my dad. He doesn't go ballistic like Mom.

"Yes, he is. One moment," she said. Then I heard her call, "Joe! Phone!"

He came on a few moments later. "Hello?"

"Hey, Dad," I greeted, "how are you?"

"Me?" he asked. "Well, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"Of course," I replied.

"Well, that's good, honey," he said.

Hmm...maybe I should invite them to dinner with us. Or just Dad.

"Dad? I was wondering if you wanted to join Rob, Kia, and I. We're going out to dinner in, like, an hour or so," I said.

"Are you sure? I mean," he said, lowering his voice, "do you really want your mother to come?"

I could picture him. Holding the phone close to his ear and keeping a look-out for my mom. "Well, not really," I admitted. "But I wanted you to come."

"Hmm, I'll see if I can work something out. Maybe if you guys went to Mastriani's." I pondered this. Mastriani's sounds good. And maybe we could see Mary there and talk to her.

"Yeah, it sounds good, Dad," I said.

"All right. I'll see you in a little while," he said. "Bye, honey. I love you."

"Love you too, Dad," I said and hung up.

Rob had his head on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around me with the sheet draped over both of us.

He then removed his head and lay back on the bed. I turned around to look at him. Actually, I climbed on top of him and lay there.

"So, we're going to your parents' restaurant with them," he said.

"My DAD, Rob, just my DAD," I said, "I hope."

He smiled. "Have I ever told you how amazing you are?" he asked.

"I think you might have mentioned something along those lines," I replied. Then I kissed him. His hands went to my hips and he pulled me into him hungrily. I ran my hands through his hair, causing him to moan slightly.

Then I pulled away. Noticing the shocked look on his face, I said, "We should get ready now."

He nodded. I got off of him and was about to walk into the shower, when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Rob," I gasped. I wanted to just stay with him forever - in bed. "We have the rest of the night."

"I know, Mastriani," he said, "but we can always do this..." he said, kissing my neck and pulling me into him, "...in the shower."

As much as I wanted to do that, I said, "Rob, that would make us late, and you know it."

He smirked at me and said, "Fine."

I walked into the bathroom, stark naked. Then I remembered Kia. Damn.

"Rob," I said, peeking my head out the door. He was laying in bed, naked, watching television.

He looked at me and said, "Yeah?"

I shook my head. Men. "Go and get Kia ready," I said. She had already taken her shower today, but I wanted her to get dressed and all.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. He got up, put a shirt and boxers on, and walked out the door.

I shut the door and hopped in the shower. Luckily I had shaved my legs this morning, that's all I have to say. I hate doing that.

I washed my hair and my body, really taking in how big my stomach had gotten.

I got out, with my robe on. I went out to tell Rob that he could go in, but I couldn't find him. So, I looked for him. I found him in the play room staring at the floor.

"Rob?" I asked unsurely.

His head snapped up and he smiled. Then he looked back down and pointed at some stuffed animals on the floor. "Do you find this odd?" he asked.

"It's the play room, Rob," I said sarcastically. "Why would I find a few stuffed animals lying around odd?" I folded my arms across my chest.

He shook his head. "You would find it odd if you realized that we packed them up last week and put them in the garage."

Then it registered. We did pack them up. But...Kia wouldn't go in the garage and get them, would she? We told her not to because we had fleas in the house from the Chigger, Boots, and Mittens and the stuffed animals only collected the fleas - and the plastic bag would suffocate them. We said she could have them after we got rid of the fleas.

"We told her not to touch the bag," I said, getting a little angry.

"I know," he said. Then he seemed to notice my anger rising. "Now, don't get mad, baby," he said. "She might not have done it."

I snapped my head up. "Then who would've?" I asked.

"We talked about this, Jess. You're getting angry. Let it go. They're only stuffed animals. And, besides, it could have been Chigger or Boots," he said.

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine," I said, "fine."

"Let's just go ask her, okay, honey?" he said, "I'm sure she'll have an explanation for it."

"Okay, okay," I said. "But not now. You have to take a shower and get ready."

He put his arm around my waist and led me out the door and upstairs. "Can't you just cancel on your dad?" he asked. "I would really like to go back to bed...with you."

I smirked. "I would too, but I can't cancel on my dad, Rob. And this is probably the only time we'll be able to go out with my dad without my mom. We'll probably see your mom there, too."

"Fine," he said. We reached our bedroom and he dragged me inside. He started kissing me again and we fell back on the bed.

"Rob," I said, "stop. We can do this later, I promise."

He got off of me when I said 'stop'. That's what I like about him. He knows when I mean it and when I don't. And he'll get off of me right away if I mean it.

"Go shower. I need to do my makeup and stuff too," I said.

"Would you take a shower with me, m'lady?" he asked with a grin on his face.

"Rob," I said sternly. I really wanted to so badly. But I know we'd never get to Mastriani's if I did.

"Okay, okay," he said, and went into the bathroom. I went into the living room to check up on Kia, seeing if she was okay. She was coloring in her new coloring book in the living room. She said she was fine when I asked, so I went back upstairs to put some makeup on.

Rob was in the shower when I went in. He grinned at me when I came in, peeking his head out from behind the curtain, and said, "My offer still stands."

I smiled at him, shaking my head and rolling my eyes. "And, sadly, I have to decline again."

After that he continued his shower. I was done with my makeup, doing my hair, when he was done. He came out and put his arms around me from behind. Did I mention he just came out of the shower? Naked? Yeah, it was SO unbelievably hard for me to resist him then, but I did nonetheless. And it almost killed me to do so.

"Rob," I said, "you know how much I want to right now, but you have to go and get dressed."

He pouted and said, "Come on, baby, just a quickie."

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. "That's all you're getting right now. Now go get some clothes on," I scolded.

"Yes, mother," he said and walked out of the bathroom, but not before putting a towel around his waist. I don't know what Kia would do if she saw Rob in his altogether. I mean, she kind of has, but that's always been with a sheet and all. Eh, whatever, she's five.

I finished up my hair and walked into our bedroom. I caught Rob right when he was putting his boxers on. Oops. My gaze kind of flickered to his, uh, manhood. He caught me and smirked.

I glared back at him. "Hey! It's not like I haven't seen you do that to me before," I said.

"I know," was all he said. Then he put the same clothes on as before. Well, he put new boxers on, obviously.

I changed into a nice halter dress that allowed room for my growing belly. I put it on, along with new underwear. I didn't bother putting a bra on, for it would show and all. Rob commented, saying it was sexy and he'd have less to take off later.

Right.

I then put on a nice necklace and a pair of flip-flops and found a pair of sunglasses. I guess I forgot to mention that it gets hot in Indiana during the summer months. It does. And it gets really sunny. Its only June, too.

"You look sexy," Rob whispered in my ear. He was behind me and had slid his arms around my waist. He started kissing my neck. My head lolled back on his shoulder in delight.

Then he stopped and said, "Come on, let's go."

He smirked at me when I glared at him. He put his arm around my waist and led me to the door.

I grabbed my purse before we left the room. Then we walked out of the house, Kia holding my hand. She was dressed in a pretty yellow tank top and a flow-y green skirt and yellow flip-flops. At least Rob knows how to match. But she kinda looks like a sunflower.

Ah, well, she looks pretty.

We got in our car and drove to Mastriani's - well, Rob drove to Mastriani's.

We went straight in. I saw my dad's car in the parking lot, so I knew he was here. My dad saw us come in and came straight over to us.

"Hello, Jess," he said and hugged and kissed me. Then he saw Rob, said his hello and gave him a hug - well, as much of a hug as a man can give. Then he picked up Kia and said, "Hello, sweetie. You look so pretty."

"Thank you, grandpa," she said shyly. She pronounced grandpa like 'grampa,' but I guess a lot of little kids do.

Then he put her down and led us to our table, where, to my utter astonishment, there were a LOT of people.

"I hope you don't mind," my father said. "But I invited a few people." Then he lowered his voice and said, "Your mother is going to kill me if she ever finds out about this."

I laughed a little. I mean, it WAS kind of funny, the way he said it.

My brothers were there, along with their significant others (i.e., Claire and Tasha). Mary, Rob's mother, was there with Gary. And Ruth was there with Todd Mintz.

Quite a big crowd, if you ask me. My dad was right. If my mom ever finds out about this, she'll practically murder him.

Rob and I sat between his mom and my brother, Doug. He was next to his mom and I was next to Doug. And Kia was in between both of us, on a booster seat.

We all ate, talking about nothing throughout the dinner. Then, after we finished eating, and were waiting for dessert, my dad stood up and tapped on his glass with a fork.

Everyone's attention turned to him. "Everybody," he said, looking my way, "I think Jess and Rob have an announcement to make." Then he sat back down and let me take the spotlight. Great.

I looked at him questioningly, but he just nodded and smiled. Well, this isn't the way I planned on telling everyone.

I stood up, as did Rob. I looked at everyone and said, "Er, well, this isn't how I had planned on telling you guys, but, well..." I took a deep breath and said, "I'm pregnant again."

Everybody looked at me with shock on their faces, but then it turned into delight. They all gave us their blessings and congratulations.

Then the dessert came and everyone pigged out.

After that, I thanked my dad, and Rob, Kia, and I went home. We put Kia to bed, because it was around 9:30 when we got back and she was exhausted. I was too, but I promised Rob...

We silently went to our room down the hall. I went into the bathroom, changed into some other lingerie, brushed my teeth and hair, and went back into bed.

When Rob saw me, he said, "Must you always do this to me?"

I looked at him innocently and said, "Whatever are you talking about?"

He gave me his sexy half-amused, half-disgusted smile. Then he got on top of me and kissed me. "This," he said.

And, er, you can guess how the rest of the night went.