Dinner at the Bower-Micelli house that evening was quiet and uneventful. Jonathan was not much in the mood to chit chat between itches and scratches and Angela and Tony were too worried about blowing their cover to make idle conversation about their non-weekend, weekend.

Excusing himself from the table, Jonathan bid his mom and Tony an early goodnight and retreated to his room for an early night's sleep in hopes that being unconscious would help his itching dilemma.

"Good night mom. Goodnight Tony."

"Good night sweetheart, are you sure you're okay?"

"Ya, as only as I don't think about it, it doesn't itch." Scratching his arm furiously with his palm, trying to cover as much ground as he could with one scratch.

"My poor baby, " Angela rose to embrace her son.

"No mom, please, don't touch me, it just activates the itch." He stepped back somberly.

"I'm sorry honey, okay, goodnight then."

"Good night buddy, keep that lotion close." Tony counseled.

"Thanks, I will, goodnight."

As Jonathan exited the kitchen door, Angela slumped in her seat, feeling defeated and exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster the day had presented itself with.

Stretching his hand out and rubbing her arm, Tony waited a minute to make sure Jonathan was upstairs.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? I know today was rough, I'm sorry."

"Oh Tony, seeing Jonathan like that and then lying to him, it was just way harder than I thought it would be. Poor kid, he looks like a big pink polka dot."

Trying not to giggle, "Ya, I know, can't believe he's willing to brave school tomorrow looking like that, he's got more guts than I would." He let out a muffled laugh. "Probably thinks he'll catch him some girls that'll be sympathetic to his polka dot." Laughing a little louder. "Wonder what story he'll come up with this time, his last one, was a dozy...hockey accident. Blahhh ha ha." He laughed.

"Tony!"

"What! Come on, you can't say it's not funny. Under different circumstances, you'd be rolling on the floor."

"I would not!" She said forcefully as tears swelled in her eyes.

"Ahhhh sweetheart, come here, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of him or make light of the situation." Extending his arms towards her to pull her into a hug. "It's been a hard day and I feel it's my fault asking you to lie about us. I never wanted for you to be upset and "US" cause you so much heartache."

Sniffling, "No Tony, I told you, I agree with what we're doing, especially now. I just didn't think it would be this hard and seeing Jonathan like that, it just breaks my heart. And, and," she hiccupped, "now it's bed time and, and" she stumbled, "And I have to go to bed without you and I just..."Loud sobs escaped her as she grabbed onto Tony and cried uncontrollably.

"Shhhhhh, sweetheart, I know, I know." he rubbed her back. "It's going to be okay honey, I promise, we'll make it work, I promise."

"How?" She sniffled through hiccups.

"I don't know baby, but I promise, I'll figure it out." Lifting her chin to meet his eyes, "Hey, on the bright side, at least we didn't have to face your mother today, we got good practice with the kids huh?" Trying to lighten the mood.

"God Tony, the way we acted today, she would have seen right through us, I'm still not convinced she won't. You're a terrible liar." She giggled, a small smile on the corner of her lip.

"Me!' He exclaimed, "I don't recall you being so Johnny on the spot with your story."

"Ya well at least I didn't freeze unable to speak, Jonathan didn't question my sanity, but Sam sure did question yours." She chuckled.

"He would have if he wasn't too busy scratching like a dog with fleas," He stepped back, proud of his comeback.

"Tony," she slapped his arm, "Stop making fun of my baby."

"Angela, he's not a baby anymore!"

"He'll always be my baby even if we were to." She caught herself before blurting out something Tony probably wasn't ready to face.

"If we were to what?" He egged her on.

"Nothing, never mind." She turned quickly before he could see the heat in her cheeks rising, walking over to the sink as if to wash dishes.

Walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, leaning his chin on her shoulder, he whispered, "Even if we were to have a baby of our own?"

Unwilling to turn to face him, "Uh no, that's not what I was going to say, that's silly, ha, you and I having a baby, at my...our age. You're crazy," She rambled.

Spinning her to face him, pinned against him and the sink, his body pressed against hers, "It's not that crazy, Angela and your...our age has nothing to do with anything. We were raising Billy and he wasn't even ours. I can't imagine anything better than us having a baby someday."

"Really," her face lighting up with skeptical joy. "You would want to have a baby with me?"

"Of course, I would, I love you Angela and I always wanted to have more children but of course there's a lot more to consider and we're not even married yet."

"Yet?"

"Ya, well someday, when we're both ready and I can provide you with more than just a clean house, I've thought about it and I hope well you know..."

"When we're ready, we'll know," she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly. "You know though, my biological clock is ticking, we don't have many more years left."

"You're a spring chicken and we've got plenty of time, but in the meantime, we can have fun practicing." He crashed his lips onto hers and kissed her deeply.

Submerging themselves into each other, she suddenly remembered they weren't alone in the house anymore,

"Tony," she breathe as he continued to kiss her tenderly, "Tony, we need to stop, we're not alone, remember the new house rule." Her arms still wrapped around him.

Exhaling strongly, "You're right, you're right. Perhaps we should get the kitchen cleaned and go to bed."

"Bed?" She repeated enthusiastically.

"Alone," he pouted.

Sighing, "I don't like this, I don't like this one bit." She turned and started washing the dishes as Tony cleared the table of the remaining dishes.

As they continued to clean the kitchen, trying to distract themselves from their yearning for each other, Tony couldn't help but worry about what the next day would bring as they would have to face the most attuned family member of all...Mona.

"So, Angela, have you thought how we're going to get through facing your mother tomorrow, we barely got through the kids, if we fumble like we did today, you know she's going to see right through us, that woman can sniff this stuff out, it's unreal!"

"Oh, I know, I'm dreading it, but I think we had good practice today and if we keep to our story, we can get through it and she won't suspect anything. Just act normal and stick to the facts!"

"Normal? What's that?" He laughed. "I don't think we've ever been normal."

"As keen a sense my mother has to these things, she still thinks we're boring and would never, could never live up to her exciting life so, hopefully we'll be okay...I hope!" she drifted.

Forcing themselves to keep their distance when kitchen cleaning duties were done, Tony decided he would retreat to the garage for a little workout while Angela went to her office to prepare for the next day's meeting with a potential new client. The hope was that they would exhaust themselves with other activities and keep their minds off the activity they wanted to work on together.

A couple hours passed, it was nearly eleven o'clock and Tony had worked up quite a sweat punching his bag, releasing excess energy. The house was quiet and dark so he went upstairs to grab a shower and go to bed, somewhat thankful that Angela wasn't up so the temptation of being with her wouldn't present itself. No matter how much he punched the bag, his desire to hold her in his arms was ever so present.

Passing her room on the way into the bathroom, he caressed her door tenderly and whispered, "Goodnight my Angel, I'll miss you."

Completing his shower, Tony wrapped himself in a towel and began to make his way towards his room when he heard a loud "THUMP" downstairs. Looking towards Jonathan's and Angela's rooms, both lights were still off, Tony opened his room door quietly, grabbed his baseball bat and began to tiptoe down the stair. Making his way to the bottom step, he checked the front door to make sure it was locked then proceeded through the living room towards the kitchen. Pressing his ear on the door, he quickly threw it open but there was nothing. Turning back towards the living room, he noticed a glow of light coming from Angela's office. Taking a deep breath, he proceeded toward her office, bat in hand as if he were going to slug a ball across to the outfield. He walked slowly to the door and in a quick flash, threw the door open causing Angela to scream in fright, throwing the pile of files she had in her hand in the air.

As the files landed on the floor, Angela grabbed her chest in fright, "Oh my God Tony, what the hell are you doing?"

"I, I, I'm sorry Angela, I was coming out of the shower and heard a loud noise down here, what are you doing in here, It's almost midnight, I thought it was an intruder. Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me."

"Scared you? Jesus, I think I just lost a life. You scared the hell out of ME Tony."

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he walked towards her, extending his arms out for a comfort hug. "Why are you still up?"

Inhaling his freshly bathe scent and cologne, she took a deep breath into the crease of his neck and whined, "I couldn't sleep. I was hoping I could work myself into exhaustion and not think about you not lying next to me tonight."

"Awww honey, I'm sorry. Why didn't you say something? I would have at least tucked you in."

"Because I was trying to be brave and strong, like you. I thought you were already asleep."

"No honey, I was beating my bags to oblivion, then went and got a shower and thought you were already asleep. See, look at my hands." Tony extended his swollen hands out for Angela to inspect the bag damage.

"Poor baby," taking his hands and kissing each one, 'You shouldn't have done that to yourself, didn't you wrap them?"

"No, I just started pounding away trying to get my mind off us. God Angela, I didn't think this was going to be so hard."

"I know, but we agreed and well, you know, new bedroom rules." She frowned.

Looking around the room, trying to distract himself from Angela, Tony noticed the piles of files scattered on the ground that she threw in the air when he scared her.

"Let me help you pick these up," he squatted and began to collect the papers and files.

Bending down to help him, Angela began to giggle and cleared her throat, "Tony, honey, ummmm, aaaaaaa, your..." she pointed at Tony's towel that had separated in his squat, exposing his manliness.

Jumping up and closing his legs quickly, he chuckled, "Ooops! Sorry!" With a grin.

"Nothing to be sorry about," Angela whispered seductively, "Glad to see you're still thinking of me." She smiled.

"How could I not," he purred, "You're all that's been on my mind since I walked into the garage." Taking a step closer into her, their chests pressed against each others, his hands resting on her arms next to her body.

Pressing her cheek next to his, again inhaling his scent, she breathe, "You know, we agreed that we couldn't share a bed in my room, but we never said anything about a couch in my office." She nuzzled his neck with a soft kiss.

"What are you saying Angela," he rubbed his cheek against hers, exhaling as his lips made contact with her ear.

"I'm saying, Jonathan is upstairs, sound asleep, my door has a lock and my couch could fit two if we wanted it too." She brushed her lips on his.

Unable to hide his pleasure with her suggestion through the thin fabric of his towel, "Are you suggesting we..."

"Practice making a baby so we'll be pros when the time is right?" She crashed her lips onto his, pulling his towel off and pushing him down onto the couch.

"Oh, how I love to practice," he breath as he brought her onto him and engulf her body with his arms.

"Practice does make perfect." She purred as they set out to christen the couch in her private office.