Standard disclaimers apply, this chapter is very smutty

Questions asked, promises made

"Hey roomy. What you doing?" Grace asked over breakfast. They were at the Girardi's.

The summer had passed quickly. Adam ended up seeing a grief counselor, and while he still had his moments; he was doing better.

"Making her tea." He always had Joan's mug of herbal tea ready for when she came inside. Today though, he was making it early and seemed nervous. Joan had kept up with her yoga; rising before six to do her Katas. She would be out back every morning unless the weather was bad. Grace once told her about the neighbor's 14 year old son who would watch her out there in nothing but a sports bra and spandex shorts. She just smiled; she had gotten toned. While she had never been much for exercise, this worked for her and she felt better every time she finished. "Will, can I talk to you." Adam motioned towards the living room. "Alone."

"What's up with Adam?" Luke asked. "He seems really nervous."

"Watch and learn." Grace replied.

"Is he?" Helen poured a cup of coffee.

"Yeah." Grace sipped her mug.

Adam walked out, picked up Joan's mug and walked out the back door.

"For those of us still in public schools; what is he doing?"

"He's going to ask Joan to marry him." Will walked into the kitchen. He was not ready for his little girl to be getting engaged.

Joan was meditating, sitting in the Lotus position. In her mind she was sitting by a lake; a group of swans were swimming on it and the warm sun beat down on her face. This was her favorite place, although, she would sometimes walk on the beach or through the woods. Joan heard someone walking on the stone path behind her.

"Hello God."

"Hi Joan. I told you that you would like Yoga. I just stopped by to say, I'm proud of you. You have done everything I asked of you, sometimes not knowing why, but you did. I'm going to go, my work here is done."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Sure." God turned and walked away. "You once asked if you would ever meet a nice man like that one in the hospital, you already have. He just hasn't asked you the right question yet. Open your eyes."

It was Adam. He stood there holding her mug. "Mind if I sit with you?" He set the tea next to her.

Joan had a déjà vu. "Sure. You surprised me. What's up?"

Sitting down, Adam thought 'This is it.' He pulled a small box from his pocket. "Joan Girardi, will you marry me?" He opened the box to reveal a large oval diamond flanked by two crescent shaped jewels; a ruby on one side and a sapphire on the other.

"Yes, Adam. I'll marry you." She almost jumped on him. "How did you afford something so beautiful?"

"After dad died, a lawyer came to the house and told me that mom had hired his firm to deliver an envelope to me when dad passed. In it was a letter she wrote just before she died, she left me a key to a safe deposit box. In it was that ring, it's been passed down through her family for 200 years."

"You just sold your house to Grace and her girlfriend, where will we live?"

"I'll tell you everything inside over breakfast."

Joan came downstairs; the ring was almost the perfect size. She had kept her hair on the shorter side after her hospitalization.

"So, where are we gonna live?"

"When I was going through dad's stuff, I found a box labeled 'Stocks'. Inside were all these old stock certificates. Dad must have bought them when he was my age. I took them down to the local brokerage house and had them check them out." He idly stirred a spoonful of sugar into his coffee.

"So how much were they worth?" Luke chuckled, "A million?"

"After paying some fees and cashing out a half million, I still have little over three million left." Adam sipped his coffee. Joan choked on her tea.

"THREE MILLION DOLLARS!"

"Yeah, I bought the Smithfield place this morning. I remember how much you liked it."

"So when would you like to get married?" Helen asked.

"Before the beginning of Fall Quarter." Adam responded. "I was thinking that we could just have it in the backyard, ceremony and reception."

"What about your family?" Kevin asked.

"They're all sitting here." He motioned to Grace and the Girardi's. "I'm an only child, both parents are gone and I haven't talked to any of my aunts or uncles since the funeral. I'd be happy just going to the courthouse, but this is Joan's wedding too."

"Am I the Maid of Honor or the Best Man?" Grace asked. "Cause I look better in a tux than a dress."

"I get her. Luke could be the best man. It's gonna be a small affair. Most of the Girardi's act as if I'm still dead." Joan quipped. "Screw 'em, this is my wedding day. Tomorrow, let's get the license and find a priest. We can have the one restaurant cater. Chad Stevens can do the photos and I want a DJ."

"Joan, I think we ought to at least invite your family, let them decide." Adam suggested.

"Okay, but I doubt many will show up; and that will just be for the free food. And we should invite your side too."

"Okay."

Joan had been surprised by how many had responded to the invitations. What had started as a small group had swelled to over 100 people. Adam looked nervous as he waited to walk up to the podium; Luke had told Will that Adam hadn't eaten anything for breakfast and had been sick that morning.

"Adam," Will looked at the young man who was marrying his little girl. "Take a deep breath. Now, relax. The hard part is over; you asked me for her hand and I didn't shoot you."

"I'm sorry, I just want everything to go perfect. This is Joan's wedding day."

"Just Joan's?"

The Priest walked over to them. "Mr. Rove, follow me please." He led the groomsmen up the right side.

"Relax Adam." Luke tried to calm his soon to be brother-in-law.

The crowd stood as the wedding march blared from the speaker arranged around seats.

"Isn't she Beautiful?" Adam looked at Joan as Will escorted her. As Joan walked down the isle, the clouds parted and a sunbeam lit the way.

"Who gives this woman to be wed?"

"Her mother and I." Will managed to keep a dry eye. He handed Joan off to Adam and joined Helen in the front row.

"By the power vested in me by the State of Maryland, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You my kiss your bride."

The assembled crowd broke into applause as the recessional was played as Adam and Joan walked into their life together.

After the dinner was served and the cake cut; the DJ raised the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentleman, will you please welcome to the dance floor, the bride and Father of the bride, Will and Joan Girardi." The crowd cheered as the pair stood alone waiting for the music.

"I'm so happy for you baby." Will looked at his little girl; woman he corrected himself. The two slowly danced to a country song that Will heard one day and decide that was the song, Heartland's 'I loved her first'.

Joan was barely listening to the song; she was worried about stepping on his feet. Dancing was not one of her strong points. As they spun to the rhythm, Joan relaxed and listened to what the song said:

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it still hard to give her away
I loved her first

"This is the perfect song, Daddy."

By the end of the song there wasn't a dry eye in the room. Will guided Joan to where Adam was waiting.

"I believe you have next dance." He kissed her on the cheek and walked back to Helen.

"You did good Will." Helen knew how hard it was for him to give away his little girl.

"Now, please give it up for the reason we're here tonight; Adam and Joan Rove." The country tunes continued as "It's your love", a duet from Tim Mcgraw and Faith Hill come from the speakers.

As they danced Adam leaned in to be heard, "Joan, I can't give you the world, but I promise, I will love you for the rest of my life."

After their first dance, the DJ announced the wedding party. While they danced Joan saw a familiar face in the crowd. She leaned close to Adam's ear, "I see a friend I want you to meet."

"Sure." He kissed her.

"I'm glad you could make it." Joan gave cute boy a hug. "Adam, I would like to meet God."

"As in The Almighty One? The alpha and the Omega?" Adam laughed, extending his hand. "How you doing?"

Shaking it, "Good."

"I always figured God would be…"

"Larger than life?" God finished his sentence. "You want me to prove it. The night Joan overdosed, after you got your arm treated, you walked into the hospital chapel, lit a candle and said something like," He cleared his throat and continued in Adam's voice. "God, it's Adam Rove. I don't know if you're listening; I don't even know if I believe in you, but right now, I need a favor. Joan is in a lot of trouble, more than she can handle. And I love her more than anyone else and I don't want to lose her without getting a chance to tell her. So, if it's a life you want I'll change places with her, I'll pay that price, whatever it is."

"So, you came to our wedding reception to collect?" Adam was nervous.

Using the young man's voice, "No, I'm not that type of God. But I am asking you to do one thing: keep that promise you just made."

"Count on it."

"I have to get going. Peace is breaking out in the Middle East." God turned to walk away, "Joan, Adam, I wish you well."

"Who was that?" Grace asked.

"An old friend." Joan replied. "I wish we had a bar, I could use a drink.

Around 10:30 Adam and Joan made their exit. Adam had asked Will to make sure the house was locked up.

"Treat her like a princess."

"I'll treat her better than that." Adam replied as the two left for the Baltimore hotel that he had booked for three nights until their flight left for Miami. There they would board the cruise ship 'Paradise Explorer' for two weeks.

"Will, you okay?" Helen asked as she walked up.

"I just wonder, did I do a good enough job as her father?" Will wiped his eye. "I mean I just gave away our daughter…"

"To a great man who loves her." Helen interrupted him. "He's already proved how much he loves her. Reminds me of another father about 30 years ago, gave his daughter away to a wonderful man."

"Lucky guy."

"Yeah, you are." She kissed him as the two of them danced.

Joan looked out the window of the honeymoon suite, overlooking the waterfront. She could make out some ships setting sail for foreign ports. Adam was at the door tipping the bellman; she didn't see him put the 'Do not Disturb' sign on the knob.

"I have to use the bathroom." Adam called out.

"You do that." Joan never turned around. 'I am now Mrs. Joan Rove. I love that man.' She thought as Adam wrapped his arms around her waist and slipped his hands under her sweater.

"Would you like my wedding present, Mrs. Rove?" He hit the clasp of her front-opening bra and gently tweaked her nipples. He nuzzled her neck in the spot just below her ear that drove her wild.

"Will I enjoy it?." She could barely speak. She noticed for the first time, through her thin dress pants, that he was naked. She felt her thong rubbing the crack of her ass in an obscene manner; she loved it.

"Over and over, I guarantee it." Adam knew that she loved it when he talked dirty to her. They had had 'phone sex' on a few occasions. "You wanna know what I plan to do?" He said in a husky whisper.

"Yes." Joan moaned, feeling her juices soaking through her thong.

Sliding his hands down to the waist of her dress pants, he slipped them and her thong off her hips. The cloth pooled around her feet. He was pressed tight to her in a spoon. "I'm gonna take this big, hard, cock." She squeezed his member between her ass cheeks. "and I'm gonna slide it into this tight, wet, pussy." His hand drifted across her stomach and traced a line down. Joan could feel herself getting hotter and hotter; her breath came in ragged gulps. She thought her head would explode when Adam gently stroked her clit. "You like that, don't you? You dirty slut." She could only nod. Adam continued on with what he had planned; Joan stopped listening.

"Did you shave your pussy for me?" Adam slowed his hand, leaving Joan wanting it more. She could barely think.

"I…had it waxed…last week." Joan finally found her voice. "God, Adam, I'm so fucking hot; I need to cum. PLEASE, Make me cum!"

"Beg some more." Adam stroked her in an ever more frustrating way; Joan got more aroused, but she couldn't get over the edge.

"PLEASE Adam, I'm sooooooooo hot." Her need could be heard in every syllable. "I'll suck your dick; I'll lick balls. Just let me CUM!"

Adam's reply was to tweak her clit harder and whisper, "Cum for me you slut." This sent a wave of pleasure rolling over her.

She clenched her thighs together, locking his hand there. "OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT! I'M CUMMING SO HARD!" Joan didn't care who heard her. This was her wedding night. Adam continued to stroke her, driving Joan to another orgasm. When he stopped, Joan could barely stand and her juices covered her legs and his hand. Adam helped her to the California King sized bed.

Joan looked at Adam standing over her. He looked like an epic hero. "Are you ready for your wedding present? It's one of a kind." Joan brought her feet up on the bed and pushed herself back a little bit. Then she let her knees fall apart, exposing her wet slit.

"I want you in me." Joan gently, yet firmly took hold of Adam's member and guided it into her moist folds. "Put it in me!" She almost yelled, her eyes pleading with him. It was nothing like he had expected; it was better.

Pushing forward, Adam looked at his bride; Joan's face carried a look of discomfort.

"Fuck me, hard." Joan shouted. He could feel her inner muscles milking him. "Make me a woman."

He thrust into her, developing a steady rhythm. Joan's hands pulled and tweaked her hard nipples as her climax built. After a few minutes, Adam felt her shudder under him; this pushed him to the edge.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum!" Adam knew he had no time left.

Wrapping her legs around Adam's waist, she locked them together. "I want you to cum inside me." She pulled him close, whispering in his ear. "I wanna feel your cum in me. Fuck me like you own me!"

Slamming into her a few more times, Adam froze. Joan squeezed her legs tight; she wanted to feel everything. If anyone had been watching, this lasted maybe 10 or 15 seconds; to the newlyweds, it was an eternity, it was too short.

The two collapsed onto the bed, Adam rolling over onto is back. The pair were covered in sweat and loving it. Joan surprised Adam by moving her head to his deflating cock and began to lick it.

"Oh God, Joan." He could hardly stand it. His brain was enjoying the sensations, but his body couldn't recover fast enough.

Looking up at him, "I wanna taste us. I can't help myself, I'm so horny." She quickly finished and laid next to him. He noticed that her nipples were still hard points. He leaned over and kissed her.

"I love you, Joan Rove. Hungry? " She nodded. He rolled the other way and grabbed the bedside phone and dialed room service. "Yes, is it too late to order? Great, I'll have two cheeseburgers well done: onion, Mayo, Swiss cheese, lettuce, and mushrooms. Onion rings." He covered the receiver and looked at Joan. She pointed to a couple of things on the menu, then walked to the bathroom. Adam watched her walk away, loving the sight of his wife. He relayed her order and added a few other items.

"They said it would probably be twenty minutes or so." He tried to say over the running bath water.

"Huh?" Joan stuck her head out the door.

"Twenty minutes." He repeated louder.

"Sounds great, you have to see this." He walked into the bathroom "Look at the size of this tub." Joan pointed to the Jacuzzi tub. It looked like it could hold six people.

"Whacha thinking? Orgy?"

"No way." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "I'm too selfish. I want this all to myself." She stroked his semi-hard member. "By the way, how did you know my bra was front opening?"

"Grace told me." Adam said, "She also said that if I didn't treat you right, she would cut my nuts off and feed them to me."

"I think she would, using a dull rusty knife." Joan slid into the steaming bath. "Why don't you join me?"

"I will, once the food gets here. You enjoy the tub first." Joan slid lower into the tub and turned on the jets. "Whoa, guess where one is?" She gave him a naughty look.

Fifteen minutes later their order arrived. Adam picked up the two small bowls and walked into the bathroom. One of the bowls was a normal serving bowl; the other had a small candle heater under it. Adam set the heating bowl carefully on the edge of the tub, next to the other. Joan had a washcloth over her eyes and was half-asleep. Quietly Adam slipped into the water and lifted the lids off. He took a strawberry out and after dipping it in the melted chocolate, waved it slowly under Joan's nose. She opened her mouth and accepted the fruit.

"I love fresh strawberries." Joan never removed the cloth. "How did you know?"

"You mentioned it once at that farm."

"Get me another one, please." Joan never moved.

After the strawberries had been eaten, the two moved to the sitting room and began their meal. Adam ate like a starving man. Joan looked at him with a disapproving eye. "I was so nervous today that I barely kept anything down. All I've had today was that meal at the reception."

"Why were you nervous?"

"I just wanted everything to be perfect for you."

"Adam, it could have been a typhoon, but as long as you were there, it would have been perfect." They finished their meal in comfortable silence.

"Adam, I think you need to know a few things about me." He looked nervous. "I have a few personal kinks, I guess you could call them. You already know that I like to be talked dirty to." He nodded. "I have a few toys at home and I also like anal sex. I bought a set of beads a couple of years ago and discovered that about myself. Am I weird?"

Adam exhaled, "I was worried you were gonna say you were born a man or you had been with another woman." Joan looked away. "Oh God, I knew it, you're a man."

"No, I was with a girl once."

"Who?"

"Grace, it was just after I got out of the hospital. She came over and we were talking and laughing and she leaned over and kissed me. I didn't stop her and one thing lead to another…" Joan trailed off.

"So you bisexual?"

"Women make for a different experience, but I like big dicks." Joan reached for her husband. She smiled and pulled a tube from her robe pocket. "Adam, I've given you two of my cherries, will you take the last one?" She applied a generous amount of KY to his member, working him to a full erection. She slid up to his ear; "I want your cock in my ass; nail me to the bed."

He led her to the bed, laying her gently face down. He took the tube and got some on his finger; He greased her backside, getting her turned on.

"God, Adam, I want you in me again." She ran her hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. Adam looked at his wife masturbating; the sight was intoxicating. He gripped her hips and eased forward. Joan let out a guttural moan as Adam claimed her once more. She had been working with her sex toys, but Adam was larger.

"Your cock is huge." She moaned as new sensations flowed to her brain. Joan could only take the pleasure for a few minutes.

"Oh my God. I'm gonna cum!" Joan felt Adam reach around and tug on her hard nipples. This was too much for her. She came hard, tensing up all over. Adam couldn't hold out any longer and he knew it.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass." He cried out.

Joan felt him slam into her one last time, and then he spasmed. She felt dirty and used; she loved it.

Adam collapsed onto her back, his mouth near her ear. His voice was a breathy whisper.

"You love feeling my cock in your ass, huh?" She could only nod. He slowly withdrew and rolled onto his back. Joan laid face down next to him. She was too sore to move; she had never felt more alive. A tear formed in her eye.

"What's wrong Joan? Did I hurt you." Adam was getting scared.

"No, I'm sorry." She wiped her eyes. "I'm just so happy and then I thought how I almost threw it all away." She lost it. Adam sat up and held her, just as he had so many times.

"It's alright Jane." She took a few deep breaths. She calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had an episode in a long time." She wiped her eyes again. "Now, I'm all weepy and unattractive..." Adam cut her off.

"The last thing you are is unattractive. I don't care if we're 100 years old, you will still be the beautiful woman you are now."

Joan had a feeling like she had heard that before. She shook it off and kissed Adam. "I love you Mr. Rove." She reached for his soft cock, but he stopped her.

"Needs cleaned." He rose from the bed, heading towards the bathroom. "You wanna help?"

"Pass the soap."

Joan faintly heard her cell phone ringing. Slapping the nightstand, she finally found it. "Hello."

"Hey, Mrs. Rove." Grace said.

"What time is it?" Joan groaned trying to find a clock.

"Just past one. You still sleeping?" Grace asked, "Wild night?"

"I hurt in places I didn't know I had." She looked around for Adam. She found a note saying he went for a run. Since his father had passed away, he had taken to exercising. It also had a room service order. He signed it with a dirty message. "He went for a run. I pulled the trifecta last night." The two had told each other about all their sexual exploits. Although she was straight, Joan had gotten turned on when Grace told her about her first time with another woman.

"All three in one night. What a slut you are. How was it?" Grace was intrigued.

"The room still smells of his cum and my pussy. I'm getting hot just thinking about it. I told him about us."

"And?"

"I think it got him turned on."

"So, gimme some dimensions."

"You know the 'big boy' I have?" Grace knew the dildo she was referring to. "Not quite as long, but that same girth. God, I am getting wet."

"You are so lucky. You have a rich handsome husband. I have…"

"You have your pick of Luke or Gina." Joan heard someone at the door. "Hold on, someone's coming in." Grace heard talking in the background. "Adam's back. Gotta go. Tell Luke I said 'Hi'."

"Who was that?" Adam was sweating and breathing heavy. He tossed his shirt towards their luggage. He reeked of sweat and testosterone; She was getting wetter.

"Grace, wanted to know how the Roves were doing. I love that manly smell. It gets me so turned on." She pulled his shorts down; slowly sucking and licking his manhood.

"God Joan, I love when you do that." Adam could not believe his wife, who had been a virgin 24 hours ago was so wild. She took him right to the edge and stopped. He looked at her with pleading eyes.

"For what?" Joan had a sly grin on her face.

Adam could barely think, "I'll eat you out, anything! Just don't leave me hanging like this."

"Deal." Joan slowly worked his up again and held him on the edge as long as he could stand it. When she was ready, Joan tickled this sack with her finger.

"I'm gonna cum hard." Adam could hardly stand up as he unloaded into her mouth. When she finished, Adam collapsed into the chair next to him.

"That…was…" The blood hadn't returned to his brain yet.

"I knew you'd like it." Joan pulled him out of the chair, "Now, I believe you said 'anything?'"

"I did." Adam replied.

"Then, start eating." She fell backwards onto the bed. While not as skilled as Joan in the oral arts; Adam soon had her writhing in pleasure. After the pair finished, Adam remembered his run.

"I'm really ripe."

"I know." Joan breathed, "It gets me so hot. I love that man smell."

"Shower with me."

Joan laughed, "Are you trying to seduce me, I'm a married woman."

"And I'm a married man. Who wants you."

"Joan?" Adam whispered in the night.

Joan was moaning and thrashing. Adam knew she still had nightmares. She was covered in sweat and her voice grew louder.

"No, you're not real. I beat you." Joan thrashed harder, like she was fighting someone. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright throwing a punch. Out of reflex, Adam ducked.

"Get back you demon, I beat you. You're not real." She looked around the room. "I'm in Hell." She slowly turned her head and looked at Adam.

Adam grabbed the phone. "This is Adam Rove in the Honeymoon suite. I need medical help for my wife!"

"Give Joan the phone." Adam knew the voice.

"Joan, tell me what you see." God asked her.

"Dead people everywhere. Lucifer's in front of me! I'm still in the coma." He mind was a hurricane of memories. Her experiences from the coma and present day collided. Reality warped itself; Joan felt as though her mind would explode. Her hands flew to her head, trying to keep it together. "Stay back! I'll kill you." She yelled at Adam, who was sitting in a chair waiting.

"No Joan, that's not real anymore. That coma was almost three years ago. I want you to think back three days." God told her. "Close your eyes and when I say the day, you think of something that happened. Monday."

Joan concentrated, "Adam and I, ah, this is hard. This is really hard. I can't do it!" Nothing seemed real to her. In her mind she saw one clear image and grabbed on to it.

"Relax and let the memories come to you, like the ducks on your pond. What happened Monday?"

"We, we, went to the, ugh, The Art Museum and had , um, lunch at the, the fish market." Her breathing slowed and the memories became clearer. "And we, we walked in the mall looking for something for our family."

"Sunday."

"We laid around and, and watched TV." Joan stopped, she didn't think he needed to know everything they did. She took on a more relaxed look and sounded like her normal self.

"Saturday."

"I married the greatest man on earth." She smiled from ear to ear.

"Open your eyes now and tell me what you see."

"I see Adam. He's scared and confused."

"Order some tea and bagels and tell him what happened." God showed her what had caused this mental attack.

"Okay, thank you again."

"You're welcome. Good-night Joan."

She killed the line and then dialed room service. "Hi this is Joan Rove in the Honeymoon suite. I wanted to order some herbal tea and bagels. Strawberry cream cheese. Thank you."

"What just happened?" Adam was still sitting.

"I'll tell you all of it in a minute." Joan walked to the bathroom and splashed some water onto her face. She pulled her robe on and got a glass of water.

"What happened? You almost punched me." Adam was unnerved by her nightmare.

Taking a deep breath, "It was from the coma. I had an out-of-body experience or something. I could walk around and talk to other dead people, but not the living. I could watch you, but not interact with you." Joan wiped her eyes. "I had 10 days worth of memories that were locked away and I couldn't get to, and tonight they all came back." The tea and bagels arrived. "All those images and thoughts and feelings at one moment. That set of memories was overlapping with the now and I couldn't tell what was real."

"You were yelling 'You're Lucifer?"

"Before I came out of the coma, I had to battle this demon. Lucifer controlled it; The demon was me, I mean caffeine addict, strung out me." Joan covered her bagel with the strawberry cream cheese. "I beat it by embracing it and taking it into me. I'm sorry. God said that to get even with me, Lucifer opened the door in my mind that held all these memories. He also said that he would deal with Lucifer for interfering in our lives. I can't say if it will happen again, and I would understand if you don't want to stay."

"I promised I would stay with you 'For better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness or health.'"

"As long as we both shall live." Joan finished their vows.

"I love you Joan Rove." Adam leaned in for a kiss.

"I love you Adam Rove." Joan reached for him. "I'm glad we waited until we were married."

"Yeah, I am too. You up for a little.." Adam nodded towards the bed.

Untying her robe, "I want you right now." Joan straddled Adam.

As Joan slowly rode him, Adam suckled first one, then her other nipple; gently biting each one.

"God, that gets me hot." Adam's hands moved around to her ass, gently cupping it and pulling her onto him. "Play with my asshole." Adam complied. Joan moaned.

Soon the newlyweds came together. Joan rested her head on his shoulder, breathing hard. "I love you."

"Me too."

Rove Residence Two months later

"Hey Joan, you almost ready?" He had on old jeans and stained tee shirt. The in-laws were coming over. Will was going to help with some home improvement projects. Helen and Grace were going to go shopping with Joan. After they had returned from their cruise, classes started and they settled into a routine.

"Yeah, here's your orange juice." She set it on the table. Adam reached for his glass, but…

"Joan, why is my juice in a baby bottle?"

Joan just patted her belly and gave him an impish grin.

"REALLY?" Adam was speechless. She nodded, trying to hold back the tears of joy.

Adam swept her up in a hug. "Do we want to know the sex? Is there anything I can get you? Hello in there." Adam said to her bellybutton.

"Adam, I'm barely six weeks along. It doesn't even have a brain yet. I guess it's a honeymoon baby." Joan kissed him.

"Maybe, I mean we only had sex, what once or twice."

"A day. We were a pair of nymphomaniacs." As Adam leaned in for another kiss, she whispered, "I want a big family, 5 or 6 kids. Do we have time for a quickie?" She undid his zipper.

Adam groaned as the doorbell rang. "No." He zipped up.

The Girardi's and Grace walked in. Helen saw the bottle, "You're pregnant?"

Nodding, "Yeah, six weeks. I had a feeling last week; I was doing my yoga meditation and there were all these goslings. A pink on swam over and said 'ma-ma'. I got one of those at home tests and then saw my doctor."

"You didn't waste any time." Grace pointed out the obvious.

"Life happens. It's okay, we want a yard full of kids."

"We have to plan a shower and get a nursery ready and…" Helen was racing.
"Mom, I'm only six weeks along, if that. We have a few months. I want some red meat." Joan looked at Adam, "Where did that come from?"

"My side of the family." Helen answered. "Every woman on my side craved red meat."