Wednesday: June 8, 2011 9:06 A. M.

I smile as I wake up next to Randy. He's so cute when he's asleep. I slowly try to get out of bed, just to get pulled back by my waist at the last second. Randy grabs the comforter and puts it back over my body.

"I should've known." I mutter.

Randy pulls me close to him. He's so faking being asleep.

"I want food." I whisper.

"No you don't." He whispers back.

"I knew that you were faking."

Randy starts overdramatically snoring. I chuckle before trying to slip away again.

"No." Randy says tiredly. "Stay here."

"Why?"

"Cause I want you to."

"That's not a good enough reason."

"Round two." He whispers.

"No."

"Why not, babe?"

"Because I said so."

"Come on…"

"No."

"Please, Rissa."

"But I want food."

"Fine…I guess I'll find other things for me to do."

"Like what?"

Randy grabs me and quickly has me pinned under his body. "I don't know. What on Earth could I do?"

I start giggling. "Randy!"

"What?" He acts oblivious.

"You know what."

Randy gets really close to my face. I can feel his hot breath on my face. "Maybe I do."

"Babe…" I whine.

Randy smirks. "Good morning, babe."

"I still want food."

Randy runs his hands down my body. "The food can wait."

I feel his lips on my neck. "Randal Keith…you know what? Screw it."

Randy smiles as he continues to kiss my neck. "About time you said that."

I grab him, and we start kissing. Chelle walks in.

"I made breakfast." She says. "And don't you two dare go for your round two. I had to hear you last night."

"Sorry." I say.

"Be down in a few minutes." Chelle says before leaving.

"Looks like I'm getting food."

"We'll continue later." Randy says.

I smile and kiss Randy's cheek as I sit down to eat breakfast. Randy goes to swipe a piece of toast from my plate.

I smack his hand. "Eat your own."

"No." He says. "This is more fun."

I give him a stern look. "Eat your own, Randal."

Ted snorts as he tries not to laugh. "She used the Randal card on you."

Randy rolls his eyes. "Shut up, Ted."

I smirk as I eat my toast. Randy sends me a slight look. Chelle smiles at me.

"I think at this point we're just one big family." John says.

"Basically." Ryse says.

"I mean we are currently under the same roof." I say. "Codes, pass the orange juice."

Codes passes the orange juice. "Here, Rissa."

"Thanks."

"I can't believe Randy is giving that bitch-" Cami stops at the bottom of the stairs with Tyler behind her. "Oh…hey."

Randy looks at Cami. "Are you going to continue?"

"I have to get to work." She quickly runs out the door.

Randy and I look at each other in a confused manner.

Tyler looks at us. "Don't start anything."

I roll my eyes. "Um…whose house are you currently in?"

"Ours." Randy answers.

Tyler leaves. We finish breakfast.

"So…" Randy says. "Can we start planning our vacation?"

"Yeah." I say. "Where do you want to go?"

"Um…I was thinking Bora Bora."

"That sounds cool. We can do that."

"Good."

"Hey can you scratch my back? There's a spot that's itching real bad. I can't get it. I'll look into the vacation while you do it."

"Yeah sure."

"Thanks, babe."

"No problem."

"So…" Randy says as he gets out the computer. "When do you want to go?"

"Next month. Middle or late."

"Okay." He shows me a page for a hotel and plane tickets to go to Bora Bora next month.

"Woah! That's pretty expensive. Do we have the money?"

Randy grabs my hand. "Let's go. I want to show you something."

I follow him downstairs to the basement. "Randy, what are we-"

"Just trust me. Okay?"

I follow Randy to find a safe. "Randy, what is this?"

"A surprise."

"H-How long have you had this?"

"Basically since we started dating." He opens the safe. "What the hell?"

"Baby, what's wrong?"

He shows me a box with money. "I'm missing some money."

"How much?"

He goes through the box and counts the bundles of money in the box. "I'm missing twenty-five thousand dollars."

"What?"

"Yeah…maybe I misplaced it."

"Randy," I sigh. "You don't just misplace twenty-five thousand dollars."

He sighs. "I know. Somehow, somebody had to have been in here."

"But who?"

"I don't know."

"Randy, what are we going to do?"

"You aren't going to do anything."

"But I'm your wife. You don't have to worry about this on your own. We are married. Let me help."

"I have no idea what to do."

"We can think of something."

"Well…as much as I hate to say it, it was most likely someone who's been staying here."

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're probably right."

"So what now, Rissa?"

"I'm thinking."

"Okay. I'll think too."

"I have no idea what to do."

Randy sighs. "Me either."

"Wanna head back upstairs?"

"No."

"Are you okay?"

"No. Not all of that money was for us to go on vacation. Ya know? Some of the money was for Alanna, Vance, and our future children."

I nod as a tear of joy rolls down my face. "I think that's the first time you've ever mentioned us having children together."

"Well I want more children. Even though we already had Alanna and now Vance, I know that you want to have children. You didn't have to mention it to me. I know."

"Okay."

"I'm going to find that twenty-five thousand dollars."

"Okay. I'll help you as much as I can."

"Wait, I just remembered something."

"What?"

"There's a security camera. See it? It's up there."

"So we can find out who took the money."

"Yeah. We'll just have to look at the tapes."

"That'll take forever."

"I came down here over the weekend, and the money was still here."

"But will we have time for that?"

"No. But I happen to have a younger brother, that happens to be unemployed right now, who I know has the time to watch the tapes for us. And he'll do it."

"Nathan?"

"Nathan."