John was seated at his desk in the sitting room, watching his step-daughter make her way out of Nicole Walker's room.

His brother might have been content to have mediocre security in the mansion, but he was not Stefano Dimera. There wasn't a movement made in the old house that he didn't know about. As for the grounds, he had hired enough guards for security to prevent things like what happened to the mayor from occurring. The only reason the mayor's assassin had succeeded was because his brother still had a few in the Dimera organization that were loyal to him and only him and that person had let in the mayor's killer. John had since removed the man, permanently and made sure the others knew what would happen if they betrayed him.

Looking at Samantha's snooping, he wondered what she had planned for Nicole this time.

In the beginning John hadn't been sure what to think of Blondie's daughter, for her treatment of Elvis had been less than stellar. Even with brain damage he could see how much those two loved each other and yet, Smantha had denied it vehemently, going as far as throwing herself at the 'convict', Lucas, to get away from EJ. John had said very little at the time, for if she was fool enough to throw away Elvis because of his last name, then she did not deserve him. So when his nephew had seemingly moved on with Nicole Walker, he had been satisfied. Well, until he run that background check into her past. Nicole was too much trouble, without Blondie's good genes and Samantha's loyalty and devotion to recommend her. A woman who would leave the man she loved for five million dollars, though practical, would never be loyal. For the right price, she would sell you out in a heartbeat. Say what you wanted about Samantha Brady, but she was loyal even if to a fault.

Something, however, seemed to change the night she stole into the gardens. He had a standing order that Blondie and Samantha were allowed to come and go as they pleased, so when his men had spotted her they had kept their distance. She spent an inordinate amount of time in an Elvis' room and John figured they had finally gotten together. Still, he warned her, just in case it was a game she was playing.

"John," he closed his laptop as Nicole Walker entered the room and called his name, "have you seen EJ?"

"Am I my nephew's keeper?"

"John, he hasn't been home today and I know he doesn't have any afternoon appointments." She spoke slowly, clearly exasperated at his lack of response.

"Your point?" He countered, watching as the oddest expression crossed her face and she twitched in place.

"Just that, he should be home!" Her voice rose at the end as her hand went to the side of her pants and pulled at the fabric.

"And you are doing a sound impression of a harpy," he remarked dryly.

She glared his way, dropping onto the cushions, first crossing her legs, one way and then the other.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked, watching her strange behavior.

"Of course not," she answered, less than convincingly as she slapped her thighs. "Just, um, tell EJ I wanted to see him."

John watched as she took off like a bat out of hell. He followed to see her racing up the stairs and he could have sworn he saw her scratching at her ass.

"Guess the rats left a surprise this time," he muttered under his breath with a smirk.

John picked up his laptop before going to find Rolf. He wanted to get in a little practice today.

EJ and Sami finally got the twins down after dinner, the impromptu picnic and their stroll around town tiring them so that their sleepy heads were bowing even as they ate their mashed vegetables. It was the picture of domesticity trying to get the cranky twins through bath time and finally to sleep and EJ adored every minute of it.

"Thanks for doing the dishes Will," Samantha spoke to her eldest as they entered the kitchen.

EJ could not believe how much her son had grown in the years since he first came to Salem. That awkward teenager was finally fading away into a confident young man.

"No problem," he leaned in to give his mother a kiss and EJ was happy to see their relationship had improved so much. "Oh, mom, don't forget I have the day off tomorrow."

She nodded as she answered, "Right, the teacher's have a conference."

"And you have that doctor's appointment."

"What doctor's appointment?" EJ chimed in concerned.

Samantha looked at him contrite and just a tad… nervous as she said, "I totally forgot to ask you. Do you… um… do you want to come? It's nothing special, and you don't have to if you don't want to… it's just, the first ultrasound."

"Of course, darling," He couldn't keep the excitement from his voice. "I want to be there for everything."

"Actually, why don't you two make a day of it? I can take care of the monsters tomorrow."

"Not if you're calling my babies, monsters." Samantha shot back.

"I'm their big brother, of course I call them monsters."

"We'd actually appreciate that William."

But Sami wasn't convinced, so quirking an eyebrow at her son, she asked, "What's it going to cost?"

"Nothing," he answered, affecting an innocent look. It reminded him so much of Samantha he had to fight the urge to laugh as William continued, "just a little incentive for you to say yes to me having a few friends over next weekend."

"Will…"

"Please, it's just a few of the guys, there's a basketball game next weekend, Mom."

"Actually," EJ cut in, looking to Samantha for permission, "If your mother permits, I can ask my Uncle and you could have it in the den at the mansion."

"Sweet! Please mom!"

"Alright, as long as John doesn't mind, then sure."

"Thanks, EJ." He sent him a smile of thanks, before it turned mischievous. "Alright, I'm going to my room. Is this one of those times I'll be wearing headphones?"

Samantha croaked, mouth dropping open in shock, so EJ answered, "Definitely, are they noise cancelling?"

"Only ones worth having."

"Good!"

"EJ!" Samantha scolded with a slap to his chest as soon as Will disappeared around the corner.

"What?"

"You know what?"

"Samantha, William was just teasing." He assured her, grasping her hand and pulling her into him just as she was about to deliver another blow.

"Go on." She intimated her room, pout on her face, "I just need to take down a few things for tomorrow and I'll join you."

"You don't need help?"

"No, this will only take a minute."

"Alright," He answered, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

True to her word, Samantha entered her bedroom mere minutes later. EJ watched with hooded eyes as she closed and locked the door. Placing the baby monitor down on the vanity, she walked to him, where he was seated on the chair next to her very big bed.

"What are you thinking?" she inquired, as he watched her.

"I was thinking," he answered, a smirk coming to his face, "that is a good thing, William's headphones are noise-cancelling."

"EJ! I can't believe that you asked that just now!"

"What? He's a teenage boy Samantha, I'm pretty sure he knows we're not going to be braiding each other's hair in here."

"But still!"

"Come closer, darling."

She stepped forward, a pout still on her face, as she stood before him.

"Strip," he commanded.

Her eyes widened and he saw a hint of vulnerability there. He could just kill the men in her past that made her feel she was anything less than perfect.

Biting her lip, she gave him a long look before she proceeded to discard her clothes and EJ vowed he would never make her regret the trust she placed in him. With each sliver of skin revealed his arousal rose and he could see Samantha's flushed body, her heaving breaths and knew that the simple act of undressing in front of him turned her on too.

"Come here," he repeated and she stepped forward until she stood between his legs. EJ reached out, cupping her mounds lightly in his hands and still she hissed.

"They hurt?"

"Not really, just really sensitive."

"I'll take good care of them," he promised, leaning forward to kiss the tips softly. His hands continued downward cupping that curve of her tummy.

"Hello, little one." He whispered to her bump.

"I'm kinda hoping it is just the one," she admitted and EJ looked up at her in surprise.

"What? We've had twins before." He wondered if she realized how inclusive she was being, as if Allie was truly his daughter.

"I think twins would be wonderful."

"You would. You don't have to carry them around for nine months."

He smiled at her imagining her big again, but this time there were together, no schemes, no heartache, just them.

"You're imagining it, aren't you?"

He didn't answer with anything but a grin, instead posing a question of his own.

"Is anywhere else really sensitive?" It was a segue as he dipped his head even lower taking in the sweet aroma of her.

"EJ," She moaned out loud and in a quick move far more suited to movies that real life he had lifted her onto his lap, exposing her to his gaze.

Samantha's squeal of surprise made him chuckle and he said, "I think I promised to take care of these."

He nuzzled her breasts with his face, before dipping his head to run light kisses across them.

Samantha's groans filled the silence as she writhed on top of him. EJ could feel the heat of her through his pants, her wetness seeping through the barrier threatening to bath him in her arousal. He switched to the other one, just as delectable, sucking it into his mouth while thinking about what it would look like when filled with milk for their child, wondering if he would have a chance to get a taste. The thought turned him on. God, was he ever mad for her.

"EJ," she keened, fingers gripping his hair.

Pulling her closer, he bit her, the unexpected move escalated the trembling of her body and alerted him how close she was to coming. Slipping his hands over her butt, he gripped her, grinding her down onto him as he continued to suck and nip at her.

"E-e-e-J!" She screamed. It was the first one of the night and EJ was determined he would give her three more before he found his own release.

Samantha grabbed at his shirt, frantically trying to pull it from his shoulders, but with knowledge born of experience, EJ knew if she touched his skin, he was lost. It was hard enough already having her soft thighs wrapped around his, her breasts cushioned against his chest and her riding him for all he was worth. If there was skin to skin he would blow in a second.

Gripping her fingers, he rose from the chair, he carried her to the bed with a simple, "No."

Samantha smirked, knowing he was mirroring her words from yesterday and let him be.

He dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, taking great pleasure in the way she bounced and her laughter filled him with joy. EJ sunk to his knees, spreading her legs as far as they could go, placing her on display for him.

"EJ, please," Samantha pleaded as he stared.

"No."

The flash of irritation in her eyes amused him, for she had no mercy on him when he was in her position and he would have no mercy on her.

"Touch yourself, darling. "

"EJ stop teasing."

He growled in denial, eyes meeting hers. He would have his way.

He watched as Samantha bit her lip, before finally slipping them down, teasingly touching her breast and then her tummy before burying those fingers between her legs. Her hips arched up and EJ knew she was enjoying herself.

She groaned out loud and he knew in that moment he couldn't go a minute longer without having her heat surrounding some part of him. For the moment it was his fingers. He entered two into her, thrusting deeply, loving the feel of her clenching around him. His thumb finding her nub, he circled, content to let her ride the waves once again. The panting of his name from her sweet lips, its own reward.

As she came down, he whispered, "That's two."

Samantha's answering laugh caused his own chuckle to emerge, but he was far from done. Leaning into her, his lips finally met hers, he deepened the kiss almost immediately. They stayed that way for a long time, just kissing until the crazed throbbing between his legs had subsided again. EJ kissed for her neck to her graceful collar, spending some time at her breasts. He kissed across her belly where his child now sat, deliriously happy in the knowledge that his children, all of them were safe and sound beneath this roof before he finally he kissed at the juncture of her thighs.

He wanted in her so badly, but he would be damned if he was going to without Samantha begging for him. Not that she wasn't letting her pleasure be known, with the way her legs were locked around his neck and the way she gushed with every stroke of his tongue. It was almost as good as feeling her hold him in that wet, hot grip.

"EJ," it was an entreaty for more and a petition for mercy all at once.

EJ hummed and Samantha let out a scream, back arched as she came one again.

"Samantha?" He breathed, almost beyond reason.

"In me, EJ," She spoke the words, barely able to raise her head, body languid post-orgasm.

EJ quickly discarded his own clothes, determined to feel every part of her.

"Samantha," he moaned desperately as she moved. He needed her still for a moment, "Sweetheart, don't move."

"I'm… trying," she admitted, but not hard enough as EJ felt her fluttering around him.

He couldn't take it anymore, so instead of the slow, easy slide, he slammed into her, his thrust sending her further on the bed, arms bracing as again and again he thrust. It didn't take long, her body primed and she let go just as he did no longer able to take being buried deep in her without coming.

EJ let out a roar, one of triumph, release and elation as his release seemed to go on forever, until finally he collapsed on top of her, his arms no longer able to support his body.

It was several minutes later before either of them spoke.

"If I wasn't pregnant before, I definitely am now!" Samantha remarked giggling and EJ joined in on the laughter thinking it couldn't get better than this.