A/N: Thanks for all the reviews so far!! Sorry for the wait, but here's the next chapter! This fic is now dedicated to the life of Sarah, a.k.a Rowan Hood- I hope this will make you smile in the wonderful place you have gone where I know you have found eternal joy. Here it is!

Chapter Two: Idle Time

Kel woke up the next morning to the feel of soft kisses running down her neck. Smiling, she turned and looked into Dom's beautiful blue eyes. "Good morning," she said quietly.

"Good morning," he replied back, grinning.

"I didn't expect you to be up this early," Kel said, snuggling under the warm covers.

"I have things to do," he said, with a false sense of importance.

Kel laughed. "Like what?"

"Like first, I need to kiss my beautiful wife good morning," he answered, still grinning as he tightened his arms around her body.

Kel gave him an amused look. Then slightly suspicious she asked, "What else do you have in mind, Dom?"

"Oh you know…relaxing, sleeping, playing with our son, pulling pranks on Meathead…the usual."

Kel laughed, "Don't tell me you already have a prank planned for Neal?"

He smiled as he tucked a strand of hair gently behind her ear. "No, not yet," he said, "You've easily succeeded in distracting me from that task…"

To prove his point, Dom then kissed her warmly, letting Kel know how much he loved her. Feeling her smile against his lips, he pulled back, and asked playfully, "What are you smiling about?"

"I've missed you, Dom," she replied openly.

He smiled widely in turn, "I've missed you, too."

Kissing her again, they pulled apart when they heard the soft cry of a baby. Then placing a soft kiss on her neck, Dom said in Kel's ear, "I need to go teach our son some manners about timing…"

Kel laughed as he moved to get out of bed. It wasn't long before she no longer heard any crying. She then decided it was time for her to get up, unless she wanted Neal serving her breakfast in bed anyway…

It wasn't too much longer until Neal arrived at their door, mumbling something about food and hoping it was poisoned.

Kel smiled. "Thanks, Neal," she teased, taking the large tray from his hands.

His only response was to turn and walk away, this time mumbling about annoying cousins and his too-happy-in-the-morning best friend.

Kel could only continue to laugh.

The next few days passed quickly and in relaxation for them all. The children seemed to enjoy their parents being home- because they were constantly being given attention- and both sets of parents delighted in giving it. On one occasion, while playing with his son, Dom had also tried to teach Neal's daughter to say 'Meathead'. On hearing this, Neal frowned and pulled his daughter away from the 'bad influence of his insufferable cousin'.

Less than a week into their time off, Kel and Dom once again sat eating breakfast with Yuki, accompanied by the three small children. Dom, feeding his son in his lap, then started to tickle him, making the baby giggle.

Kel, watching her husband and son in amusement, told Dom, "You know, you're going to spoil him."

Dom then stopped instantly, and looked at the baby in his arms. "You're right," he told Kel in a dry tone, "I don't want him to end up like Meathead, do I?"

He continued to feed him as he asked Yuki, "Is my spoiled cousin still in bed?"

"Is he ever anywhere else before midday? Only food can sometimes coax him out of bed."

Hearing her retort, Dom suddenly got a dangerous glint in his eye. Then looking at the spoonful of oatmeal he had been about to feed his son, Dom quickly stood up, and after placing the baby in Kel's arms, he hurried to the door, the bowl of oatmeal still in hand.

"Where are you going?" Kel asked him as he reached the door.

"I'm going to pay my sleepy cousin a visit," he replied, eyes twinkling as he left the room.

Kel shook her head after her husband, knowing all-too-well the look in his eye.

"Where is he going with that oatmeal?" asked Yuki.

Kel laughed, "Let's just say I don't think he's planning on feeding it to Neal…"

The question of Neal still being asleep was confirmed when Dom quietly walked into his and Yuki's quarters. He was greeted by the sound of steady snores. Slipping into the small bedchamber, Dom silently made his way over to the bed. Luck seemed to be on his side.

Neal, covered by mounds of blankets, had just turned over, his arm then lying outstretched on the bed. Grinning, Dom spooned a small mound of oatmeal from the bowl he carried and plopped it into Neal's hand. Then, using the corner of the bed sheet, Dom lightly brushed it against the tip of Neal's nose. He smiled as it twitched in response.

Then Dom tried again- with success. As soon as the sheet touched him, Neal's hand slapped down on his face. Dom could not contain his laughter when Neal jumped up, oatmeal covering his features as he sputtered, "W- what-"

"Rise and shine, Meathead!" Dom greeted.

Wiping the oatmeal out of his eyes, Neal looked at his cousin in stunned silence.

Taking advantage of his cousin's inability to speak, Dom said lightly, "I would invite you to have breakfast with the rest of us, Meathead, but it seems you have decided to take it in bed this morning."

Neal was no longer silent. "DOM!"

Taking his cue to run, Dom ran as fast as he could back down the hallway.

Neal, stopping at his door to watch his cousin, rolled his eyes. So childish, he thought to himself. Then he stopped and contemplated retaliation. Well fair is fair, he thought, I'll just have to return the favor. Then he retreated back into the room to plan his revenge….and clean up the puddle of oatmeal that had formed beneath him.

"So Meathead has finally decided to grace us with his presence," Dom called out. He and Kel, along with many soldiers of the town, were having weapons practice just outside New Hope's gates. It was a beautiful day and everyone seemed to be outside enjoying it.

"No one should grace you with their presence," Neal commented dryly, a scowl plain on his face.

"Ouch," said Dom, grinning, "What side of the bed did you wake up on?"

"A very messy one."

"Ah, c'mon Neal, it was just a fun little trick. We used to pull it all the time as kids. Lighten up."

"You mean you used to pull it all the time when we were kids. Meanwhile, I was doing useful things like-"

"Earning the name Meathead?" Dom asked innocently, leaning on the hilt of his sword.

"Let's not relive that tale," Neal responded, annoyance filling his voice. "What I was going to say is that I was too busy in my studies for such foolish games."

Dom chuckled, "You and I played so many tricks it was unbelievable Neal. And you enjoyed it. Remember that prank we played on our aunt?"

Neal scoffed, "Yeah, and because of that prank she still calls us both by our full names. She was never my favorite relative before, but after our prank she became my least favorite- thanks to you, Domitan."

"Like you didn't enjoy the prank," said Dom doubtfully.

"I didn't," replied Neal stubbornly.

"Whatever Meathead," said Dom, looking around. Then pointing behind Neal, Dom asked him to hand him his water flask.

Neal, turning to do so, heard Kel say cheekily, "I hope our sons don't go back and forth like the two of you. You two are bad enough."

Dom, too busy replying to Kel's comment, failed to see Neal slip a small bottle out of his pocket as he reached for Dom's water.

"Here you are, Dom," said Neal, soon handing Dom his flask.

Dom took it, and still speaking to Kel, he took a quick swig. Then suddenly, Dom's eyes widened, and he spit the contents of his flask back out.

"Ugh!" he exclaimed, wiping at his mouth with the back of his arm. Then looking at Neal, who was practically rolling with laughter, Dom narrowed his eyes.

Between laughs, Neal told him, "I just wanted to be fair, dear cousin. You should have seen your face, Dom! It was priceless! You're right; I really do enjoy pranks…especially when they are my own brilliant creations!"

"What, in the name of Mithros, did you put in my water?" Dom asked, still spitting out the horrible taste in his mouth.

"Oh, just a tasteful little healing potion," Neal answered simply, still grinning from ear to ear.

Kel started laughing, knowing those tasteful healing potions all-too-well.

Dom looked over at his amused wife and raised his eyebrows at her before turning back to Neal. Even though he was secretly glad his cousin's taste for pranks had returned, Dom still warned him, "I'm going to get you back for this, Meathead…" then he turned back to Kel, "but first I need to give Kel over here a wonderfully, sweet-tasting kiss."

Realizing his intention, Kel raised her idle sword into the attack position.

"Don't you dare come near me, Domitan of Masbolle," she advised, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Like hell I won't," said Dom, with a captivating grin. "It'll take more than a sword to keep you away from me, my dear."

Soon her sword was lowered and she and Dom were caught up in a fervent kiss, despite Neal's horrible potion and the wolf-whistles they were receiving from the people they were attracting.

What happened to modesty? Neal asked himself. Then he rolled his eyes and walked away while thinking, And they think I'm too open about my affections…

A/N: Well, that was the beginning of the pranks!! I hope you enjoyed them. I'll update soon! In the next chapter what will Kel and Yuki do when their husbands' pranks keep going on for a whole other week? What will they try to do to get them to stop? Will Neal and Dom stop? Tell me what you think!