Thank you all very much for your patience with me and this story! The last weeks and days were just really busy for me and in December the time always just flies away (especially when you have children). You probably know what I mean… Anyway, yesterday I finally found some time for finishing the following chapter. I hope you have fun!

Some days later in the evening, Amy and Sheldon were lying in bed next to each other, both tucked neatly under the flowery covers and reading their favorite kind of fictional literature in the small light of their bedside table. Rosalind was sleeping peacefully in her crib, her father was enjoying an exciting adventure taking place in the Marvel universe and her mother was reading something that originally showed a bare-chested and broad-shouldered man on its cover that was about to kiss a young woman's cleavage, but that (surely inadvertently) had been wrapped in book jacket of a parental guide…

They hadn't talked about their recent averted sexual encounter anymore, but it bothered Sheldon a lot. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Since their kiss at Rosy's crib some days ago he was longing to touch Amy, but something held him back. It wasn't that he didn't find her beautiful or didn't desire her anymore, on the contrary, he found her as desirable as never before. In his eyes, she just looked gorgeous with her newly gained curves, especially that breasts. But the thought that some of that milk could somehow reach his own lips, no, that thought seemed so inappropriate and wrong to him, that he was afraid to even touch them. On the other hand, if he had been so squeamish some months ago, Rosalind wouldn't exist now. He still turned slightly red when he thought of that night…

Being at a loss, what to do, he sighed and shifted slightly in bed. There was Amy's knee. Softly, he laid his own knee against it. It was nice to feel her body warmth through the pyjama pants. Cautiously, he let his leg slide along hers and then tenderly stroked her little toe with his. He sighed a little, again. It just felt so good to touch her and if it only was this tiny gesture.

Amy shifted a little closer and laid her head on his shoulder. Oh, the scent of her hair, so tempting! He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment.

She was holding her book with one hand now and had laid her other hand on top of the comforter. Slowly, Sheldon put his comic book down, took her hand a little hesitant and let his thumb stroke along her knuckles and fingers. Then, he spread his fingers and let them gingerly slide up and down between Amy's before he clasped them. This was so nice…

He raised his foot a little and crossed it with Amy's, let his foot sole slide above the back of her foot. Maybe he could stroke her big toe with -

"Sheldon, look at me please" Amy had straightened, now and her whispering voice sounded as if she wouldn't tolerate any contradiction.

Coyly, he turned his head and looked into her eyes. Damn, those sexy green eyes…

"What you're – "

But Amy couldn't finish her sentence, because Sheldon's mouth was already on hers. His free hand went to her neck and her shoulder, dragging her nearing to him and pressing her against his body, while his lips parted and passionately captured Amy's mouth. Amy returned the kiss fervently, after all, she'd been left alone with her desire for quite a time now and the books she enjoyed reading so much really didn't help to restrain her longing.

Soon, Sheldon was halfway on top of Amy, causing the comforter to move and the books to slowly slide towards the edge of the bed unnoticed.

Oh my, how good she felt beneath him, how alluring her soft warm body was to him, how much he felt the need to dive into her, over and over again…

Soon, his hand went down to her thighs, pushing her nightgown up to her hips and dragging her panties down to her knees impatiently. This would be sufficient for tonight, he still couldn't handle the bare breast. He let his fingers slide between her folds, felt her wetness, felt her yearning for him when she raised her pelvis and pushed it forward to take his middle finger in and to let the heel of his hand massage her sweet spot.

He only let go of her to drag his pants and underpants down to his knees in a swift move, then he rolled on top of her and penetrated her with a heavy, passionate thrust.
Amy threw her head back in pleasure and he plunged his mouth on her throat, knowing, but not caring of the conspicuous hickeys that would be caused by it.

Amy slung her legs around his buttocks and he started moving slowly. "Are you ok?" he asked whispering. After all, it was the first time they had sex after her giving birth and it was possible there still was some wound that hadn't completely healed yet and that would cause problems now.

"Yes," she moaned quietly, "yes, I am. Just go on like this."

Sheldon began sweating in his pyjama shirt, but he just didn't have time anymore to remove it. Faster, he needed to go faster, hell, how much he needed this now…

Soon, Amy's moaning became louder, almost desperate for release, her feet and legs pressed firmly in his coccyx, then, a deep and animalistic cry of pleasure started to shape its way through her body, and when she came, everything he was able to do was pressing his hand on her widely opened mouth to muffle the loudness of her scream.

Maybe it was the feeling of her teeth in the flesh of his hand, maybe the feeling of dominance or maybe even the fact, that suddenly Amy's nightgown started to become really wet above her nipples, but suddenly, just like in the night when Rosalind was received, his mind went numb, and he shoved Amy's nightgown up to her armpits, grabbed and squeezed one of her breasts, oh God, that felt so good and so wrong at the same time, and then, finally, he came himself with a loud, hardly suppressible moan and an uncontrollable twitching of the body that made the books finally fall down on the floor with a thunderous noise.

"Oh boy", Sheldon softly sighed, when Rosalind started crying in her crib. Still lying on top of Amy and panting heavily, he started singing their homemade lullaby:

"Once the world was a wild place
No structure was in sight
But symbols and signs and lists and tables they make the world so bright
Oh, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make you see the light

ABC, DEFG,
that's how language is transcribed
Yeah, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make the world so bright
Oh, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make you see the light

123, 456,
Once the numbers were defined
Yeah, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make the world so bright
Oh, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make you see the light

There's the notes and the clefs
To play the music right
Yeah, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make the world so bright
Oh, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make you see the light

Oh, the street signs and the traffic light
they prevent on streets the fight
Yeah, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make the world so bright
Oh, symbols and signs and lists and tables they make you see the light…*

Then he stopped singing exhaustedly.
"Amy… I'm totally out of breath…. would you continue… with the lists and tables?... At least the verse with… the binary nomenclature… for the botanical and zoological taxonomy?... I think she likes that one especially... And of course, the one about the periodic table… Amy?"

But Amy was already snoring slightly. And he really couldn't tell if it was because of her exhaustion or if the lullaby had unintentionally become a conditioned stimulus to make her fall asleep, too.

The next day while having breakfast, Amy sensed that there was something bothering her husband. "What's wrong, Sheldon?"

He breathed in deeply. "I'm worried about Rosy's mental integrity!"

"Why?"

"Because yesterday evening she must have heard me when I… you know, we woke her up with our actions."

"Well, firstly: didn't you plan to tell our child everything about sexuality right from the start? And secondly: she won't remember this, don't worry."

"Well, firstly: I have changed my mind. Secondly: maybe she won't remember, but I'm worried about what she was thinking. And thirdly: I think we must start searching for a bigger place to live, she will need her own room one day."

"So, you're worrying about moving away one day?"

"Yes, but also about Rosalind! I don't want to cause her some mental damage just because I've become such a horndog… still can't believe it…" He sighed and shook his head. "I mean, what goes on in our baby's head when she hears us having sex? Do you believe she thinks something at all?"

"Probably... of course, she cannot talk yet, and one normally needs words for thinking, but I guess babies somehow think without words… But I'm pretty sure she doesn't know yet that what we were doing is something that is regarded as inappropriate for children."

"I guess you're right… Anyway, I'd like to know what's going on in her little head!" Sheldon smiled and tipped with his index finger at Rosalind's forehead, who was lying in a baby bouncer next to them. Rosy smiled broadly at her father, then she got back to play with her fingers.

"By the way, what's your very first memory? You never told me!"

"Hm, well, this is a little embarrassing…"

"Why?"

"It's so trivial."

"Come on, tell me!"

"Ok… We went shopping to the hardware store to buy a new carpet for my bedroom. And I was really, really impressed by that big rolls on which the carpets were stored and displayed."

"That's not embarrassing, that's cute!"

"Never call me cute again in the presence of another person, little lady!" he gently reprimanded her. Then he shot a look at his daughter. "You will forget you've ever heard this, right?" Then, he turned his head to Amy, again. "So, what's your very first memory?"

"I think I was probably two or three years old. One morning, I woke up in my crib and waited for my mother to take me out. But she didn't come immediately, and I got bored. Than I got the idea to play a prank on my Mom. I opened the buttons of the duvet cover, crawled between the duvet and the cover and then closed the buttons from the inside to hide from her."

"That was quite clever!"

"That's what I thought then, too. But well, my mother came into the room, looked into the crib and didn't see me. She hit the duvet back from the mattress, but of course she didn't find me there. And for some reason she didn't recognize that the duvet was much heavier than it used to be normally. She called for me, but I didn't answer, because I found it so funny to hide in the duvet. Then my mother got panicked and hysterical. I still can remember the enormous fear in her voice when she called me over and over again. That's when I got afraid, too and came out of my hideout.**

"What happened then?"

"She was furious and I had to stay in bed all day. Later, when I was older, and she couldn't lock me up in the bed anymore, she started to use the closet."

Amy's face had darkened, now.

"What if I become like my mother, Sheldon? What if my concern for Rosy becomes so big, that I start to lock her up in the house or even in the closet? What if I start to hate her because she made me suffer so much in pregnancy and while giving birth? What if I start hating her because she ruined my body? What if I will experience a career break and blame my daughter for that?" Amy couldn't hold back the tears anymore. One after another, they escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

"No, no, no, this won't happen!" Sheldon had come around the table, knelt next to her chair and wrapped his arms around her belly.

"But what if? I'm so afraid…"

"Amy, you're a completely different person than your mother, I'm sure you won't do the same mistakes as her. Furthermore, you have me and the gang to help you. But I think it could be a good idea if you would talk to your mother about all of this. Maybe then you will understand better why she treated you the way she did and maybe that will help you to overcome your own fears."

Amy sniffed and just shot a questioning look at her husband. That didn't sound like him at all.

"Oh, I've read it in one of Beverly's books."

"That explains it to me, thank you. But maybe she's right about this. Maybe my mother and me finally need a clarifying conversation."

I'm so looking forward to write the next chapter and to explore the relationships in the Fowler family! I guess that will be a real challenge for me, but I'm very excited for it!

* I had SO much fun inventing that quirky lullaby, LOL! I even have a tune in my mind, but I don't know how to share it, so I guess this is up to your own imagination!

**This one and the carpets in the hardware store are some of my own earliest memories (but of course my Mom never locked me anywhere). Interesting what kind of things we remember from our earliest childhood, isn't it?

Postscript from 8th of December: oh my, I've just watched the latest episode of Young Sheldon (don't know if you're watching it, too), but it seems Sheldon has every right to be concerned about the bedroom-memories of his daughter, LOL!