I am sorry if this is not as quick as you all wanted. I am working on Meant To Live's next chapter too. I did finish it, then went to save, and my computer decided to delete the whole thing instead of saving. I would have been out last week, but no, I can't do anything right. Also, I have actually been working on Dirty Dancing and the next chapter of that should be out soon, hopefully. In My Life is a work in progress.. things just aren't going right in my life right now. I am waiting a little bit longer before I continue on.

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Here is the weekend getaway!

Named Crazy in Love by Eminem, for the obvious.

I continued to run through the checklist in my head as Troy tossed our small bags into the back of his camaro. I have two, and he has one, but one of mine is a quarter full of his stuff too. He's a man, he forgets things, or just doesn't care. I am a woman, I care, plus I know how to pack well.

"Brie, we're leaving for two days, not two weeks," he reminded me, closing the trunk.

I waved him off. "I'm aware, Troy, but I like to have everything," I told him, pushing off his car.

"Well, you better start getting out of student mode, it's the weekend, babe," he replied, an arm slithering around my waist as he pulled me to him.

I started college a few weeks ago. It was overwhelming at first, I was instantly thrust into the world of learning once again. One minute I was chasing two toddlers around, trying to get the crayon out of their hands before they ruined my walls, and the next I was listening to lectures, being assigned papers, and had school work to do. The first week, I was everywhere, wanting to not only be a full-time student (sorta), but also be the mom I always have been. I felt like if I focused too much on school, it meant I was being a bad mom in way.

Since Troy has 'changed me' as he says, I talked to him about everything. He assured me again that I am not being a bad mom for wanting to do well in college, and wanting to learn, like I have always loved to do. I can do both be a well-rounded student, and be a good mom as I have always strived to be. I've gotten into a routine of sorts. I have two online classes, and one at U of A this semester. I have my two online classes to stay on top of, but also have my class on Monday and Wednesday nights.

I spoke to my friend's, and sibling's, all those I can rely on, about the twins and my work load. They all agreed that watching them for an hour or two at night won't be so hard, at least when they really have to. Troy is usually home at the time he'll need to be unless he is working a two day shift or something. Now, we're getting into a routine, and it's surprisingly working out pretty well.

This weekend is the weekend of the concert, the concert tickets I gave Troy for Valentine's Day. It's out of town, so we are getting a hotel for two nights and having a nice couples getaway. Since Chad and Taylor are going to be parents later this year, they have volunteered to watch after them. Tristin is already psyched, he loves hanging out with Uncle Chad. I spent the week finishing all I would have to, spending more time at the library than home some days, but it was okay because Troy's work schedule was flexible. Luckily, he worked last night, doesn't work tomorrow, but does have the night shift again Sunday, so it works out well with the weekend.

"I hate this part," I mumbled, my head turning towards my babies, who were attempting to draw with chalk on the driveway.

Troy rubbed my back. "It's only two days, they'll be fine," he assured me.

I bit my lip with a sigh. I have to leave my babies for over two days, spend two nights away from them, more nights than I ever have before. I'm clingy, I admit it. I left Troy's warmth, going over to Tristin and Carmin. "Come here, little Bolton's," I ordered, opening my arms to them as I bent down. Always loving hugs, especially from Momma, they dropped their chalk, stood, and wrapped their tiny arms around me. "Oh, I am going to miss you, I already spent so much time away from you this week," I said, hugging them tightly.

"Momma," Tristin gurgled, trying to climb on me.

Carmin laughed, pulling on my hair a bit. "Moommee!" she squealed, holding onto me.

"I love you guys to much," I whispered, pulling away a bit. "You have to promise to miss me, and be bad for Uncle Chad and Aunt Taylor," I stated.

"Hey!" Taylor exclaimed from in front of the garage, making me and Troy laugh.

I kissed my babies faces. "You two are so cute," I cooed, causing them to giggle. "Make sure you are really horrible for them, then go back to being my angels when I come back," I told them, tickling them a little.

"Will you please stop that? I don't need to take care of two devils this weekend," Chad spoke up.

I looked over my children's heads. "Take that back, my babies are not devils!" I exclaimed, giving them one last big hug with a few kisses. "I am going to miss you," I repeated, touching their noses as I stood so Troy could say goodbye. "You guys need to get used to parenthood, which means the good and the bad," I told them.

"Yeah, we'll get used to it in time, like you two did," Taylor insisted, a hand on her belly.

"Alright, ready to go?" Troy asked, straightening himself out.

I shook my head. "No, I need another hug," I said, about to open my arms back up.

Troy wrapped his arms around me from behind, pinning my arms down. "Babe, if they catch on we are leaving, hell will break loose," he reminded me. "Taylor and Chad are nice enough to look over the whole house, our pets, and our children, lets make it a little easy on them, especially since Taylor is pregnant," he instructed me.

I sighed. "But, I am going to miss them!" I whined, letting my husband pull me towards the car.

"Two days, baby," he soothed me. "Two days, a little over forty eight hours, it will be fine," he assured me, resorting to lifting me up and putting me in the car through the open window. He locked the door once he finished.

"Yeah, like I can't just get out," I huffed, crossing my arms.

Troy began to go around the car. "If you get out, you aren't coming, and Chad is," he replied, getting in his own side.

"You're mean," I accused, shifting in my seat so I could put on my seat belt.

He smiled over at me. "Maybe, but you love me anyways," he replied.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I questioned as we pulled away from our home. Tristin and Carmin were standing in front of Chad and Taylor, being told to wave. I frowned a little. I already missed a lot of the week with them, and now I am missing almost the whole weekend. I looked over at Troy who was avoiding hitting a few of the kids playing on the street as he drove out of our neighborhood. We haven't had any couple time since I started school, we need this weekend. He's going to love it.

"Punch Buggy Red!" I squealed an hour later before punching Troy in the leg once again.

Troy sighed. "What the hell do you have? Buggy radar?" he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

I laughed, tossing a popcorn kernel into my mouth. I'm a master at throwing food up and catching it with my mouth. "Uh-huh, Vince had to deal with it growing up, and now you do," I informed him.

"Word of advice, stop punching the person who is driving," he replied, switching hands on the wheel. "Especially since the driver is your husband, and you seeing a bug every-" he stopped scolding me and pulled his cell phone out.

"What? Is it Chad and Taylor? Are the twins okay? What happened?" I asked, fear sinking deep within me.

Troy shook his head at me. "Chill, babe, it was Tommy," he responded, pressing a few keys on his phone before putting it in the middle of us.

"What did he say?" I wondered, sighing with relief. I've been hoping that my special gift that I have with Troy to know when he is hurt, extends to the twins, although thankfully, I have never had the chance to try it out. I would rather keep it that way.

Troy shrugged, his eyes on the road. "Guy stuff, stay out if it Miss Nosey," he told me.

I rolled my eyes. "It's Mrs. Nosey," I corrected, looking out my window at the desert. We were silent for a few minutes, he had recieved another text, and I was lost in my thoughts. "Babe?" I said to get his attention.

"Yeah?" Troy replied, glancing at me, then back to the road.

"When I was pregnant, you were worried about being a father," I began. "And, since I had then, I've told you numerous times how outstanding you are-"

"I think less than a month of college has already improved your vocabulary," he commented, interrupting.

I ignored him. "I've told you what an amazing father you are, but we haven't really spoken about how you feel about it," I went on. "Are you still scared? Do you still worry about what kind of father you are?" I asked.

He let out a breath. "I'm not worried about what kind of father I am now, it's not too hard to make Tristin and Carmin happy," he told me. "Just by playing with them they're happy as hell," he said. "I know they love me even if they don't understand love just yet. I know I make them happy, I know I can make them feel better when they are sad or scared, and I love it," he carried on. "I believe I am a good father now, it's the future that worries me," he confessed.

I reached over and laced our hands together. "Why?" I wondered, rubbing his hand a little.

"It's hard to wrap my hand around the fact that in fifteen years old my baby girl will be telling me she hates me because I won't let her date a boy," he replied. "I don't understand how I take my little girl, or boy for that matter, and make them a grown, fully functional, and happy adult. I don't even understand how they are already beginning to talk," he tried to explain. "Sure, I think I am a good dad now, but what about in fifteen years? How do I handle that?" he asked.

"We," I corrected him. "We'll handle it," I stated. "Truthfully, I don't know either, I don't know how Carmin and Tristin are talking and walking already either. It seems like yesterday that I was calling my mom scared as hell because I didn't know why Tristin was crying," I recalled. "I'm still scared about the future, just like you are, but you know you have me, you have me now and then," I assured him.

"I know," he responded.

I looked over at him. "I know you're a great dad now, and you will be in fifteen years," I stated. "You'll make mistakes, just like I will, but we'll make it through, and we'll do great," I told him.

"I know you're a great mom," he insisted, raising our hands and pressed a kiss to mine. "I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too, baby," I ensured him. "Punch Buggy White!" I called out less than a minute later, hitting him with both of our hands in the leg.

"Dammit!" he swore me loudly, making me laugh out loud.

"Troy!" I squealed when we entered our hotel room and he picked me up bridal style.

He kicked the door closed behind us. "Lock that for me, will ya?" he questioned, so I flipped over the big gold lock contraption.

"Troy, what are you doing? It's not our honeymoon, you know," I reminded him. "This isn't required," I assured him.

He laughed, walking me over to the bed and layed me down on top of it before laying down on top of me himself. "So? It's still fun," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "I've been thinking," he broke off the kiss.

"I'd appreciate if you would continue kissing me, then think about this later," I responded, grabbing onto his shirt.

He resisted my tugs for him to kiss me again. "We should play a game," he stated.

Really? "Uh, well, we're working on aggravation right now," I mumbled, causing him to laugh loudly.

"Not that kind of game," he insisted. "A sex game, in a way," he went on.

I raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to wear leather and whip you or something?" I wondered, unsure of this little 'sex game.'

Troy laughed again. "No, unless you want to, wear leather that is, not whip me. Please don't whip me," he said, trying not to laugh. "Anyways, this game," he carried on. "We could pretend like you're married to someone else, and I'm married someone else, and we're here having an affair," he admitted.

"Are you a big fan of affairs, Bolton?" I questioned him, getting up on my elbows.

"With you, I am," he answered honestly. "This sounds bad, but if I had had a girlfriend when you came home from college, I probably would have cheated on her with you," he confessed.

I was a little shocked. Troy is not the cheating type, Tanya is the cheating type, Tommy is the cheating type, Lucas, Allie, Alex, they're cheating people, I would never expect Troy to admit that. "I guess it's good you were still so hung up on me then," I murmured back, brushing my lips against him. Anticipation bubbled in my stomach. I want to make love with him, it's been a while, we've both been busy and tired.

"I didn't have it in me to date anyone else," he said softly, his hands slipping underneath my shirt. "So, it doesn't matter."

I nodded. "Alright, lover, you gonna show me what you have that my other husband doesn't?" I teased, holding onto a chunk of his hair.

"His name is Hazus, you know," he commented before kissing me. "But, it's spelled like Jesus. Jesus," he stated.

I laughed. "How far have you taken this in that pretty head of yours?" I wondered.

"Well, Jesus isn't the best guy, Brie. He's a violent construction worker, and doesn't care about you and your needs, especially your sexual ones," he started. I began laughing. "All he cares about is himself, and since you refuse to have sex with him because of the last time you caught him cheating, it has been a while since you've been with anyone," he told me.

I nodded, holding in laughs. "Are there any mini Jesus'?" I asked.

"Uh-uh, he'd rather cheat, but you don't have it in you to divorce him," he informed me. "You're a catholic school teacher, an innocent one," he added.

I bit my lip to not laugh. "Alright, what is my new last name?" I questioned.

"Lopez," Troy told me. "Generic, but it works."

"Well, if you made up my husband, it's only fair that I make up your wife," I insisted. I thought about it for a moment. "Her name is Helen," I told him, making him glare lightly. Helen and Troy, get it? Helen of Troy, haha, I am hilarious. "And, she is psychiatrist, she never has time for you. She hates your friends and your mother hates her. You've been trying to make it work, but she doesn't care. You've never been able to bring yourself to cheat before because you are such a good guy. However, one look at me and you couldn't resist."

Troy nodded. "We met at the grocery store," he told me. "You needed help picking out your meat, and you needed my opinion. Ever since, we've been texting, and emailing, and calling, until we finally planned to meet her and consumate our love," he finished.

"Well, are you ever going to get down to it?" I asked him.

"Eventually, you've been sexually repressed for many years, Brie, I do want to please you in every way possible," he responded, cupping my cheek.

I smiled wide. "I'm excited."

Over two hours later, Troy's phone went off at the completely wrong time. "It's Tommy," Troy moaned into my mouth.

I nodded for a moment before gasping as he continued to thrust himself into me. I broke our kiss with a gasp as Troy began to hit my special spot with expertise of someone who has done it so many times before. My head fell back to the pillows, and I bit back a moan. "Troy," I breathed as his lips sucked on my neck, hitting my sensitive areas perfectly, only making my arousal elevate. I desperately needed something to grab onto, and couldn't get a hold of the covers, and settled on his back. (I don't usually grab onto his back because the guys see him shirtless at work, and saw scratch marks once, I am still trying to live it down at times.)

I thrust my own pelvis upwards, letting him enter me more, and the waves of pleasure coursing through me intensify. My nails dug into his back a little more as my climax came closer. "Fuck, Brie," Troy moaned against my neck, his lips next to my ear. One of his hands crept down to my thigh and hooked my leg over his hips, coaxing me to do the same with the other. This action only let him plunge inside me even further, making us both moan.

A thin layer of sweat enveloped my body as my climax grew, and anticipation boiled in my stomach. I wanted it, I yearned for it, fuck I love him. His hand now brushed against the side of my breast, his finger outlining the mound while his thumb flicked over my nipple. I let out a loud moan, my hands now finding themselves into his hair. "I love you," I cried, which must have made him happy because his head traveled down to my chest and his thrusts quickened. I couldn't hold back my moans at this point, and Troy didn't care to either.

His tongue reached out and touched my nipple so softly just before he nipped at it. This went onto occur on my other breast and with a few more deep strokes in and out of me, my climax came causing to stars burst into my vision. My whole back arched up towards him before I collapsed back against the mattress. Waves of pleasure emanated from my center to the roots of my hair to the toes of my feet, making them curl. I opened my mouth to call out his name during this, but nothing came out.

About two thrusts later, Troy emptied himself into me, finally coming himself. His body rested on top of mine as he said my own name loudly. My arms wound around his neck loosely and I tried to regain my composure, but I needed a few more minutes. Troy's head rested in between my breasts and I felt his heavy breathing against my skin. I liked that feeling, but didn't say anything aloud just yet.

"I love you too," Troy murmured a minute or so later, tilting his head down to kiss the valley between my breasts.

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. "You're so much better than Jesus," I commented softly.

Troy laughed lightly, crawling up my body until we were eye to eye. "Helen who?" he questioned, resting his forehead on mine.

I pushed down on his shoulders until he covered my body completely with his again. He buried his head into my neck while I did the same to him. "Hopefully you don't get too many comments about your back," I mentioned a minute later. "Sorry about that."

He smiled against my collarbone. "Why? I'm not ashamed of the fact that I please my wife so much she scratches my back, I'm proud of it," he stated, kissing my skin.

"You're certainly good at pleasing me, I'm not so sure about Helen-" I stopped when he bit my neck gently. "Hey, you brought her up," I reminded him in a light tone.

"Now, we're talking about you and me-" Troy was cut off by his phone ringing once again. He sighed, getting up on his hands to reach for it. We both knew it was Tommy again from the ring. He actually answered it. "Stop calling me," he told him right off the bat. "Yes, I was busy, I am busy, why do you think I am ignoring you?" he asked.

I got up on my elbows and pressed my chest against his, my lips touching his neck. Troy's arm wrapped around my back before rolling us over so he was on the bottom, but he sat up.

"Tommy-" he was cut off by Tommy saying something. I began to kiss and suck on his neck. "Tommy, I don't care, I'll deal with your problem Sunday night," he insisted. "Unless something is wrong with Carmin and Tristin, or someone is dying for some unknown reason, don't call me," he ordered. "Avoid her until Sunday, bye," he said in farewell before hanging up.

He tossed his phone down onto the bed and tangled his hands into my hair. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me more gently than ever before, which oddly turned me on. Oh, geez, this is gonna be a tiring weekend. "What's wrong with Tommy?" I asked in a breathless voice, pushing him down to the mattress.

Troy's hands slid up my thighs slowly. "Does it matter?" he wondered, this thumbs drifting awfully close to my most private area, but never entered, or even made a motion to.

I bit my lip and nodded wordlessly, my heart beating rapidly.

He sat up. His lips brushed against mine as his hands grazed up my torso until he reached my breasts so his fingers feeling the curve of them. I had to fight myself to keep my eyes from closing, but couldn't resist arching into him. "Well," he said softly, his lips skimming the skin down my jaw line softly. How the hell can he give me an amazing orgasm not five minutes ago, effectively tiring me, and have me want another one already? "He pissed off Kara like normal, but I don't care, so you don't care," he instructed.

I nodded. "I don't care," I agreed, trying to regain control of my body. I let out a few hard breaths, my hands resting on his chest for a moment. "Okay, stop," I ordered, pushing him down until he was horizontal.

"No, I was just getting started," he whined, trying to move, but I held him still somehow. If really had wanted to get up so desperately, he would have.

"Yes, and I was just finishing," I reminded him. "Babe, it is a scientific fact that orgasms make you tired, I just had a few all in a row, so I need a little time here," I informed him.

Troy smiled in satisfaction. "I'm aware how they make you feel, my body is tired too, but my body also has a few other feelings floating around in it," he replied. "My body is tired, but I'm wired," he contradicted himself. He sat up against my instructions and before I could stop him, hell, I wasn't even aware he was going to do it, he slipped a finger inside me. I gasped in surprise, my hands grasping his shoulders tightly. "Besides, why would I stop when you're already so wet, baby?" he questioned rhetorically, his finger against my clit.

"Troy," I choked out, my body reacting to him in the fullest.

He pinched my nerve tightly before releasing the pressure and repeated quite a few times. I moaned a little each time he pinched, and rolled my hips into his hand. I wanted more, my climax was already building, I would need more than this.

"Troy," I moaned resting my forehead on his as his finger stilled. No. Dammit.

He grinned smugly. "Yes?" he asked innocently.

If I didn't love him so much, I would hurt him. "Troy, I-" I stopped to press my lips against his. His finger entered me suddenly, making me break the kiss. His forefinger stroked my walls, and I attempted to squeeze my thighs. He entered a second finger into me as he brought me closer, then a third, knowing I was so close. My vaginal muscles squeezed against his fingers. Right before I went over the edge, his fingers left me. I whimpered loudly, frustrated beyond belief. The ache between my legs was so present, it wouldn't slow, it wouldn't even stop, I needed the orgasm, and the fact that he knew what he was doing, practically torturing, turned me on even more for some reason. "Evil," I whispered, biting my lip.

"Mm-hm, you love it," he boasted, pressing his body against mine.

I somehow found the strength to push him back to the bed. "I can give as good as I can get, baby," I assured him, my fingers lightly brushing down his erect cock. His hips arched, but my free hand held them down. "No moving," I ordered, bending down towards his length.

I deliberately let him feel my hot breath and he tensed even more. After a few seconds, I began to lightly kiss him, a few kisses a little wet, and he tried to roll his hips again, but I wouldn't let him. Once I was finished, I blew on my moist path, eliciting a moan from his throat. I straightened my back out while a hand gripped him, making him gasp. My thumb slid over his tip to receive lubrication before I began slowly stroking him. "Brie," Troy moaned, his eyes firmly closed, his hands in fists around the sheets.

I smiled to myself, my hand moving rhythimcally up and down for another minute or two, not letting him move the bottom half of his body in any way. All of a sudden, I stopped, causing him to groan.

"Br-Brie," he stuttered, his eyes opening and looking straight into mine. He saw my diabolical smile and cursed himself, his eyes moving to the ceiling. His knuckles were white because he was squeezing so hard.

While he was trying to calm himself with no avail, I bent down again. I flattened my tongue against the underside of his member, receiving a moan of pleasure for doing so. I licked him from base to tip, holding his hips once again when he tried to roll them. "No moving," I repeated right before I engulfed him fully into my mouth. He moaned loudly and a hand of his found itself in my hair. I sucked on him, my tongue swirling around his penis. His hand tightened his hold, however, with my own hand, I removed it and pinned it next to our bodies. I let him further into my mouth, smiling when his hips tried to jerk, and a long moan escaped him.

I continued on stroking him with my tongue as I increased the pressure of my lips, knowing I was bringing him close to coming himself. I know his body sexually as well as he knows mine, and right before he would explode into my mouth, I let him go. Troy groaned, his hand reaching for my head. I took a hold of his hand and kissed his palm.

"Sucks doesn't it, baby?" I questioned him. "Literally," I added with a smile.

Troy sat up, a darkness in his eyes that was sexy to me. He kissed me hard for a moment. "Touche," he complimented, roughly tugging me against him. His hand slid down and cupped my entrance. My mouth opened in an 'o.' "I hope you're still ready," he said in a low grumble.

"I'm always ready for you, Bolton," I assured him, my arms around his neck loosely. Troy slipped inside me, making both of us moan. "My.. favorite part," I breathed, adjusting my hips to his.

Troy's lips were against my neck. "Same here," he agreed, his hands gripped my hips then initiated them to roll towards his pelvis. Our strokes were long and languid, causing my climax to slowly grow once again. I used Troy's shoulders to move myself up and down. "Love you so much," I heard him murmur in my ear, his voice breaking as he did.

I smiled, my eyes fighting to stay open as I sped up my pace a bit, and my fingers tangled into his hands. "Love you more," I promised when he bucked his hips into mine, making him deep deeper into me and a low moan leave my throat.

Troy's hands found mine and took them out of his hair. He laced our fingers together before raising our arms above our heads. All I could feel was my body rubbing against his, the friction sending bolts of pleasure through my body, not to mention his lips on mine. I was unable to keep any control to myself, my movements accelerated dramatically. My climax was building with every stroke that was sent into me, but I wanted more.

"Troy," I gasped as his hands left mine to slowly travel down my arms. "More, deeper," I requested in moans, my hands falling.

He granted my request. Troy's hands tugged on the back of my knees opening my legs wider and pulling me closer to him. "Come on, baby," Troy insisted into my ear. He nibbled on my ear as his hands pushed on my torso.

I leaned backwards like he wanted. My hands were flat against the mattress next to his knees, the position allowing him to immerse himself deeper into me. "So close," I commented in a breath, my head tilting back as Troy upped my pace. I felt his teeth on my nipple and moaned. It was barely another minute before I came with a silent scream and my body gave out.

Troy held me, coming on his own, exploding within me. My entire body flushed with tingles, making my toes curl and my hands clench, completely unable to stop it even if I had wanted to. After a few moments, Troy positioned us back on the bed, him on his back, and me on top of him. And, it was there, that I fell asleep.

Later, when I woke, I assumed Troy was still asleep, although I could not move. I was still on top of him with his arms around me. I could hear his heartbeat through his chest, making me smile. My eyes cracked open to see that it was already seven PM. We had got to to the hotel around two thirty, falling asleep around five. It was a busy afternoon.

I sat up, remembering I had wanted to go out tonight, even though I knew Troy would be against it. I cleared the hair from his face. He looked tired. I was tired myself. Who knows when after this we will be able to go out, no friends, no distrubances, just us and some fun?

"Troy," I said, nudging him in the side. "Babe," I urged, shaking him slightly.

He groaned lightly in response. He attempted to turn over, but I was on top of him, so he couldn't. His eyes cracked open. "Wha?" he garbled, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" he wondered, sitting up on his elbows.

"Seven," I answered. "We have to get up," I informed him.

He shook his head, falling back on the bed. "No," he stated, holding a pillow over his head.

"What happened to my body is tired, but I am wired?" I questioned, taking the pillow from him.

"Why do we have to get up?" he asked, ignoring my question.

I linked our hands together and tugged him to sit up. "I want to go out," I said. He began shaking his head in the middle of my sentence. "Troy, it's just dinner," I assured him.

"We can order dinner in," he replied.

"Troy, I can make it dinner and dancing, so you better get up now," I ordered, my voice demanding.

He didn't seem fazed. "Brie, you're on top of me," he reminded me. "I can't get up."

Oh. I got off of him, but he didn't move. "Troy," I whined, pulling on his arm.

"Well, I assume you want a shower, so take one," he responded, falling back to the bed. "Wake me up then, and we can do this all over again," he suggested, getting comfortable under the blankets.

I sighed. I did indeed want a shower. I took a nice, long, hot one, enjoying the water and the actual time I had. You don't exactly get to enjoy showers once you have kids, you hop in, jump out, and get dressed. I came out of the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body and my hair sopping wet. I removed the sheet from Troy's body and straddled his hips. I let the droplets of water falling off of me bring him out of his slumber.

His eyes didn't open, but his hands did part my towel, causing it to come undone. "Troy," I warned, attempting to re-wrap it. He used the ends of the towel to pull my torso against his as he sat up. "I thought you were tired," I reminded him.

"That was before now," he replied, dipping his head to kiss up my collarbone.

I let him for a moment before getting off of him. "Now, you are going to shower so we can go out to eat," I told him, going over to our bags to look for what I wanted to wear tonight.

He groaned from the bed, slowly getting up. "You owe me," he assured me, not bothering to put clothes on, but I didn't mind.

"Did I mention I have a present for you tonight?" I asked, peering over at him.

"Is it worth me getting up, showering, and leaving this room?" he questioned.

I nodded. "Yep," I responded, standing up with my undergarments in my hands.

"Good," he mumbled, entering the bathroom.

I layed out clothes for him to wear as I began to get ready. I called home while he was in the shower, only because if he had been aware of my call, he would have complained. Carmin and Tristin were asking for us, but managable, so I was happy. Once Troy was done with his quick shower, I kicked him out so I could get ready without him watching.

"Babe!" Troy called out after a while of me in the bathroom. "It's almost nine, I'm bored!" he whined. "Where are we even going to go eat now?" he asked. "Can't we just stay in?"

I rolled my eyes. "No! We rarely get to go out, and I made reservations a week ago," I informed him, spraying perfume on my wrist. "We're going, get over it," I stated.

"Seriously?" he questioned, annoyed.

"Troy! If you keep complaining, you are not getting your present, and you will like it, so shut up!" I ordered. He was silent after that. I exited the bathroom, slapping the light off as I did. "Aren't you glad I packed you semi-nice clothes?" I asked upon seeing him. He was wearing a pair of dark, almost black, jeans, with a white short sleeved button up, and a black vest over top, along with original Chuck Taylor's.

"I.." Troy turned from the t.v. to me. I smiled at his lack of speech. I still got it. He strode over to me and pressed a hard kiss to my lips.

I ran a hand throuh his hair as we parted, fixing it a little. He let it rage wild. "Thanks," I replied to the compliment, or what I considered a compliment. I'm wearing a sleeveless cheetah print dress that does a little less than mid thigh and a black jacket that reaches to my elbows and is high on my waist. The jacket closes with two belt-like straps right below my boobs, showing off the dress in my breast area a bit. I wore black peep toe high heels anyways. The only jewelry I wore was my wedding and engagement rings. My hair is parted down the middle, however, I left it in it's curly ways.

"How long do you think dinner will take?" he wondered, lacing our hands together after I finished messing with his hair.

I smiled with a shrug. "I don't know, but if you're good, I might let you do something naughty to me under the table," I whispered against his lips.

"I love you," was his only response before pulling me out of the room.

While we were waiting for our dessert to be brought out, we started making out. This has happened a lot tonight, we've been recieving many stares, but neither of us care much. I let his tongue into my mouth immediately, massaging his tongue with mine expertly and perfectly, making him moan lightly.

"Troy," I chasted, pulling away. "You can't do that here," I scolded softly.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why not, you let me-" I stopped his sentence with a soft kiss.

"Sh," I demanded, looking around. People continued to stare at us because of our obvious PDA.

"Baby, if people haven't noticed we're horny by now, they have the problem, not us," he replied, kissing me again. This time, when he wanted to enter my mouth, I denied access. "Brie," he whined.

I gave him a mean look. "Troy, the waitor is here," I explained, peering up at the boy we've made blush all night. "I'm sorry," I apologized, leaning away from Troy.

The red-head most likely high school boy ducked his head with a pink face and gave us our big piece of cheesecake. He mumbled a sentence I couldn't make out completely before scooting off.

"We have to give him a huge tip," I mentioned, reaching for a fork, but Troy beat me to it.

"He'll get one," he agreed, feeding me a bite. "Is it good?" he wondered as I chewed.

I nodded. "Mm-hm," I hummed as a response before I could swallow. "My turn," I insisted, taking the spoon from him. "I like being cutesy," I cooed, spooning the cake into his mouth.

Troy downed the mouthful rather quickly. "I've tasted better," he replied.

"Zeke's is better, but-" he shook his head. "What?"

"I was talking about you," he said, scooting closer to me and hooked a finger underneath my chin. "You taste better," he corrected then pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

It was a quick kiss, but heart-melting. I gave him a look because of the comment, but couldn't help the small smile and faint blush. "You're so cheesy," I accused, feeling his hand creep up my leg.

He leaned in to kiss my neck. "You love it," he stated, nipping at my most sensitive spot.

I bit my lip. "I do," I agreed, threading my hand into his hair. "Mm, Troy, how about we finish this cheesecake, pay, and get back to our hotel?" I suggested.

Troy chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."

"Troy," I said breathlessly later as we were in bed. He didn't respond, thinking it was a moan as he continued his kisses on my neck. All of our clothes have been removed sans our undergarments, which on me was a strapless lacy bra and matching panties, and dark boxers on him. "Troy, stop," I requested, arching my back into him involuntarily when his finger dipped under my bra.

He groaned. "Why?" he asked, removing his head from my neck so he could look me in the eye.

"I have a surprise for you," I informed him, running my hand through his hair.

"My present?" he wondered, taking the hand I had in his hair and laced it with one of his.

I shook my head. "No, not yet," I replied. "A surprise," I repeated. "It's in the bathroom," I mentioned.

He raised an eyebrow in question. "Why is it in there? Can you give it to me after?" he asked.

"No, I want you to have it now, but first, I have to get it, and it's in the bathroom, so," I stopped, giving him the motion to get off of me.

He sighed then rolled off of me. "This better be good," he mumbled, rubbing his face.

I moved to get off the bed. "Trust me, you'll love it," I assured him, hurrying into the bathroom. I reemerged a few minutes later, and found Troy sitting up against the pillows, looking a little annoyed. "Okay, here," I said, handing him the square box as I straddled his waist.

"This looks like a present to me," he mentioned, opening the red box.

"It's not exactly a present," I replied, watching as he pulled out one of the objects. He was confused, unsure, and a little bit shocked at first. "If you dig deeper, you'll get a better answer," I commented.

He did as I said, taking out each one to read individually. "Why did you take so many?" he asked.

"Seriously? That is your response?" I questioned.

"Well, no, but there are like six here," he replied, looking at another one.

I shrugged. "I wanted to be sure," I mumbled. "And, I am, I've taken about ten," I informed him.

He put the boxes and all it's contents over on the bedside table. He had a huge smile on his face, making me smile. "You're pregnant," he stated, a hand on my stomach.

I covered his hand with mine. I nodded. "I'm pregnant," I repeated, resting my forehead on his. "I have a doctor's appointment Wednesday to confirm it," I added.

"I'm off Wednesday," he said. "And, the twins have a check-up Wednesday," he finished.

I nodded. "What a ca-winky-dink," I commented.

"I love you," he said before kissing me deeply.

I pulled away from the kiss a minute or so later. "I love you too," I replied. "Now, for your present," I started.

"Ugh, can't this wait?" he asked, kissing me once again.

I shook my head. "Well, I'll tell you the present, then you can decide," I offered. "So, back when I was present before, I forget when, we were talking about, well," I tried to word it well. "Well, we talked about making a sex tape," I reminded him with a blush.

His smile turned into a grin. "We're making a sex tape?" he questioned.

"I- yeah, but there are terms," I told him.

"I'm all ears," he replied very quickly.

I pushed hair behind my ears. "You can watch it, but only you," I started. He nodded. "You can't tell anyone about it until after I've destroyed it," I went on. "And, when I destroy it will be when I feel like it, so probably our next fight," I told him. "Um, you can't hide it from me so I can't destroy it, and you can't make fun of me for this either," I stated.

"I would never," he assured me.

"You can't make copies of it, and if you tell Tommy about this, I seriously will-" he stopped my by kissing me. I kissed him back readily.

"Where is the camera?" he asked, an excitement in his voice.

I can't believe I am doing this. "In my bag, hurry up, before I back out," I answered, letting him get out from underneath me.

I better not regret this.

I seriously love this chapter. I don't like two parts, but I'll let you make your own opinion. I hope you liked the r-rated parts.. that is why this chapter took so long. I wanted to add them, but was never in the mood.

I hope the next MTL will be out soon.. I don't feel like writing it again, but I have to. -Sigh-

REVIEW PLEASE!!

-- Kayleigh