Prompt: Sheldon goes all out to make sure baby-making is successful (Note: NOT rated M)

Sheldon had taken the day off, which meant that Amy hadn't seen him since earlier that morning, and to be quite honest, she missed his company. Since she went back to work in neurobiology, they made it a habit to eat lunch together. Today, she settled for a couple of colleagues that she hadn't aquatinted with yet. Both car rides to and from work were dull and unexciting. Her and Sheldon usually passed the time playing counterfactuals; however, she once again settled for NPR. It wasn't that Amy didn't like eating with her co-workers or listening to NPR, she just wished that she was in her husband's company.

On top of all of it, Amy didn't even know why Sheldon took the day off. He wasn't sick or starting to feel sick. He didn't have any appointments; in fact, his day would have just been another mundane one at the office. The only excuse he gave her was that "he felt like working from home."

Any normal person would've suspected adultery, but Amy laughed out loud any time the ludicrous thought crossed her mind. Sheldon had flown all the way across the country to propose to her because another woman had kissed him. If some temptress tried to seduce Sheldon, he probably would pack up and move them to England. Amy trusted him enough to know he wouldn't do that.

However, that didn't stop her from worrying about him. She knew he had the tendency to get hyper-focused on work sometimes, and trying to pull him out of that funk was a long, hard process.

While she rode the elevator up to their shared apartment, she impatiently tapped her foot, wishing that it would go faster than it already was. When the doors finally slid open to the fourth floor, she exhaled the breath she didn't know she was holding. In her urgency to rush home, she knocked right into Leonard and Penny.

"Hey, sorry, guys!" Amy apologized, as she moved out their way so they could board the elevator.

Penny smirked at her. "Someone's got a special night planned," she said suggestively at her best friend.

Amy's brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"Are you kidding?" Penny said, incredulously, while she pressed the button inside the elevator. "Sheldon's spent all day planning it, believe me, I know, he came and asked me for suggestions. You'll thank me later."

And with that, the elevator doors slid closed, and Amy stood alone in the hallway, staring at her apartment door. So, he'd stayed home to plan a surprise for her.

Interesting.

With a renewed interest, Amy opened the unlocked door to her apartment. It looked completely normal, no big, dramatic changes, for which Amy was thankful. The last time he tried to seduce her, it took her hours to pick up all the rose petals and get all that gunk out of his hair.

The only sight that greeted her when she pushed the door open all the way was her husband standing in the living room holding a glass of wine. He smiled tenderly at her as she shut the door behind her. Approaching her, he gently handed her the wine glass.

"Welcome home, my love," he said, laying a kiss on her cheek while she took a swig of wine.

She recognized the taste immediately; it was the super expensive wine that he knew she loved. The one that Sheldon also claimed was a complete waste of money, because "who would buy something that expensive to just guzzle it down later?"

"What's this, Dr. Cooper, you trying to get me drunk?" She asked with a playful smirk before taking another sip of wine.

Sheldon put his hand to his chest in mock offense. "No, I just thought you'd like a nice drink with the dinner I have made for us," he said, turning and gesturing to their dining table which was adorned with all kinds of delicious-looking food.

When they moved closer to their table, Amy set her wine down on it. "You stayed home today, just to make dinner for me?"

"No," Sheldon replied, setting down two empty plates on the placemats. "I have more planned for later, but it's been a while since we had a home-cooked meal so, I thought I'd treat you."

Sheldon wasn't wrong, they'd eaten a lot of takeout since their return from Sweden. So, she wasn't going to berate him for making her a home-cooked meal. However, she couldn't help but feel like he had some kind of ulterior motive.

Before she could ask him, he had already begun serving her, and she didn't have the heart to stop him. After all, his heart seemed to be in the right place, and how could she turn down such a fantastic looking meal.

Dinner made up for all of the time she had missed him a work. She ranted about how tedious lunch with her co-workers was, how lackluster her car rides were, and he listened the whole time. After she finished talking about work, they playfully bantered on in the way that always confused their friends. But it didn't need to make sense to them, not when Amy was so beyond happy with her life.

Amy wanted to help him clean when they were done, but Sheldon insisted that he do it. So, Amy sat on the couch and sipped the last of her wine while Sheldon cleared away every plate, pot, and pan that he had dirtied. He didn't stop until the kitchen was spotless and pristine. He finally joined her on the couch with a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries.

They'd picked up the conversation right where they left off, almost like they weren't interrupted at all. She made him laugh and vice versa while feeding each other strawberries. It was the perfect way to cap off the night to an excruciatingly long day.

She had been talking about her latest experiments at work when it happened. He leaned across the couch and silenced her with a kiss. It started off just as their very first kiss had. The one she claimed to have forgotten. Soft, sweet, gentle. But then it started to evolve into something more. He softly pushed her into the corner of the couch, his lips trying to pry hers apart. One of his hands cradled the back of her head. While the other came to rest on the top of her thigh.

Usually, Amy would be ecstatic at the chance for coitus with her husband. However, she knew it wasn't on the schedule, and even if it were, he would probably cancel considering they just did it last week. Right after they decided to start trying for a baby.

Amy's eyes shot open.

She was ovulating. She knew he tracked her cycle, so, he would be aware of this.

He'd done everything he knew got her in the mood. Fancy wine. Home-cooked dinner. Chocolate covered strawberries.

Amy ripped her mouth away from his and pushed him back slightly. "Hold on," she said breathlessly. "What are you doing, Sheldon?"

Sheldon's face morphed into a look of confusion. One that she knew was fake because it was overexaggerated. "Kissing my wife; is that against the law?"

"No, but when you have an ulterior motive, it is."

Sheldon pushed off of her, really and truly offended now. "Ulterior mot—Amy, I had every of telling you my plans!"

"Really? Because all of this," she said, gesturing around the apartment, "seems like that time you tried to seduce me two years ago."

Sheldon turned away from her. She could see from his reaction that she had, in fact, been correct. However, when he sunk himself into the opposite side of the couch, looking defeated; Amy felt terrible. "Sheldon, I'm sorry for getting upset, I know you worked hard on this. It wasn't fair to you."

"It's ok, I should have told you my intentions from the get-go," Sheldon mumbled, looking back at her with a slight smile.

"Honey, I do want us to have a baby, but I don't want you to feel like you have to seduce me into it."

Sheldon pounded his fist on the arm of the sofa. "But I thought was what you wanted!" he exclaimed, pulling out several folded papers from his pants pocket. "I asked Penny, and she said this was all stuff you would love. The wine, the food, the strawberries, she said you'd love it," he rambled, sinking further and further into the teal couch. The now unfolded papers just resting on his lap.

She placed her hand over his, "sweetheart, I DO love it. But it's not you. You're not the guy for big romantic gestures, I've always known that. So, while I do appreciate your motivation, I do not want you to feel like all these things you've done are necessary for making a baby.

"So, you're saying that you didn't want all the romantic gestures?"

"Sheldon," she sighed, scooting herself closer to him. "Every time you try to woo me, it's to try and get us to have a baby. For example, the brandy and hair goop incident. It's like you think I'm not going to want to be with you simply because you didn't give me wine or rose pedals. When the truth of the matter is, I love when we're intimate, when you're yourself. Not some romance god that societal constructs have created. To answer your question, I wouldn't mind the big romantic gestures every once in a while. Just not when you feel like you owe it to me out of some societal obligation because that's what they do in all the movies."

Sheldon stayed quiet for a moment, staring at the papers in his lap as well as their intertwined hands. "Ok," he murmured, squeezing her fingers. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, after the horrible day I had, it was nice to spend some quality time with my husband," Amy smirked and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his neck.

"Mmm," he agreed, tilting his head to give her better access. Something that she immediately took advantage of. She showered his neck, jaw, and face with kisses; her lipstick smearing in various different locations. Once again, her lips found him again. And like two pieces of a puzzle, they fit together so perfectly.

"You know," he whispered between kisses, his thumb tracing the bone of her jaw.

"Hmm?"

He broke away from their kiss to rummage through his papers. "I don't know if this counts as a "romantic gesture," but I took the liberty of researching what positions were optimal for baby-making," he said, handing her a piece of paper that had her blushing.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times. Some of the things on this paper were downright scandalous, but this was what she was talking about when she said she just wanted him to be him. Sheldon cared enough to look up things that would make his mother have a heart attack because he wanted them to have a baby. And he wanted to know what the best way to do it was. She smiled happily down at the paper.

"Thank you, Sheldon, I really do appreciate this."

"Really even more than the strawberries?"

She reached for his hand once more. "Yes, because this," she said, pointing down at the sheet, "this is you."

She kissed him tenderly before standing and extending her hand out to him. "What are you doing?" He asked her as she led him to their bedroom.

She looked at him incredulously. "What? You didn't expect to give me this and then not have us try them out, did you?"