She kissed him hungrily, almost growling as she rolled them over so he was on top of her. "Herbie," she breathed, caressing his neck with one hand as the other fell to the waistband of his boxers to push insistently.

"Honey, oh God… I've missed you so much," Herbie whispered, kissing her neck gently, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth as he ran one of his hands down her side before helping push at his boxers.

"Me too, honey," she answered breathlessly, already tugging his lips back to her own. She was--shockingly-- less concerned with sex than with exactly what they were doing right then. She'd missed his loving kisses and feeling his weight, his hot skin, on top of her. "Me too."

Rose moaned softly when he rolled his clothed hips against hers, her nails suddenly digging into his shoulders as she was reminded of her desire to feel him moving inside her. She pushed him back and sat up as she started tearing at her own clothing, pulling her nightgown over her head before pushing her panties down her hips. Herbie couldn't help but stare at her, momentarily forgetting to strip himself.

They hadn't even tried to make love since the night Rose had given birth to their twins and he'd almost forgotten how breathtaking and beautiful she was when fully exposed to him.

Her stomach was already mostly flat, only six weeks after she'd given birth. Her figure was still fuller than before but her curvier frame just turned him on more. Her breasts were considerably fuller, much more than when they'd first gotten together and even slightly more so than when she'd been pregnant--the doctor had said that this would happen if and when she breastfed but he hadn't believed they could get any larger than when she'd been pregnant. He knew he would be lying if he said that he didn't find her even more gorgeous and desirable. But she refused to hear about it. She, of course, missed her trim form from before her most recent pregnancy. She'd actually been hoping her body would bounce back the way it had after June. It did, but not in the way she'd wanted. Instead, her body bounced back in a way that made Herbie happier.

"What?" she breathed, her chest heaving as she stared back at him. "What's wrong?"

"Y-You're gorgeous," he admitted, making her blush a light shade of pink.

"Oh, stop," she waved aside his compliment, leaning forward and leaving open mouth kisses above his heart as she started pushing at the waistband of his boxers again. She pushed his boxers down to his knees, one of her palms running over his muscular chest as the other teased his thighs and hardening length.

"Oh, God, Rosie… I want you," he groaned, forcing her to lay back down as he pushed into her. His mouth found hers and he swallowed the small gasp of pain that escaped her plump lips. "-What?"

"I-" she shook her head, biting her lip as she mentally assessed the pain between her thighs.

"No, what's wrong?" he repeated, his blue eyes bearing into her chocolate ones. "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing, Herbie."

"Rose-"

"I- It- It hurt is all. It's fine, okay? It's not a big deal," she started rambling, gently caressing his cheek to assuage him.

"What hurt?"

"I-" she sighed, "You."

"What?" Herbie asked, obviously confused. "What do you mean, 'You'?"

She pursed her lips in irritation, "It's not a difficult concept, Herbie. You hurt me."

"When?"

Clucking her tongue in anger, she bit back a sigh. "Just now, Herbie. What other time could I possibly be talking about that I didn't think to bring it up till now?"

"How?"

"When you-" She cut herself off, growling in anger and moving to push him off of her. "Ya know what? I just wanna get some sleep, okay? Get off of me."

"No! Rose! Talk to me, honey. What's wrong?" He pushed her hands off him, pinning them by her head to keep her from pushing him away. "Talk to me."

"Herbie, I'm tired. I don't wanna play games, okay? Cut it out," she was fighting the urge to glare, knowing it wouldn't help her.

Herbie felt her tense below him and knew she was preparing herself to flip their positions so she could roll away from him. He looked into her eyes and moved his hips slowly against hers before kissing her gently. Still watching her closely, he continued moving his hips gently against hers, pushing into her slowly and carefully.

Her eyelids fluttered close, her lips parting just slightly, as she stopped fighting to free her hands from his grip.

Smiling, he kissed her again, his tongue dancing with hers in a slow pace that matched the rhythm of their bodies.

"Herbie," she whispered against his lips. She was practically begging him, hardly capable of thinking of anything save the man between her thighs. "Oh, God…. Herbie…" She thrust her hips against his in desperate abandon, wrapping a leg around his waist.

"Rose!" Herbie growled, releasing her wrists so his palms could ghost over her full breasts. He caught her plump lower lip between his teeth, biting playfully.

Rose groaned in response before shushing him, "The baby! Be-Be quiet, Herb-" She gasped sharply, interrupting herself, in her attempt to stifle a moan as he started pushing into her harder and faster. "Oh, God!" she squeaked, her breathing heavy as her fingers twisted in the fabric of his open, button-down shirt.

He licked a hot trail along her jaw line back to her ear, his breath hot in her ear as he groaned her name again. "Rose… Oh, my Rose. My Rosie… My beautiful, perfect Rose…"

"Herbie!" she whispered, throwing her head back as she tried to stifle her growing sounds of pleasure. "Oh, God… Pl-Please, honey… Fas-More! Dear God, more!"

He pushed into her harder, almost violently, with another deep groan and she gasped again, her nails biting through his shirt and into his biceps. She bit her bottom lip, stifling another moan.

"Let it out, Rose," Herbie breathed in her ear, his breath heavy and nearly a growl. "I miss hearing you… It's been so long…" He bit into her neck playfully, one of his hands groping her breast with an uncharacteristic, almost animal vigor as he thrust violently into her again.

She didn't have time to cover her mouth to stifle the scream that escaped her in response, his name being ripped from her lips, "HERBIE!" It was too much too soon. Not an orgasm, but a damn good sign that she was getting close.

Her response urged him on and he started sucking where he'd bit her, changing his pace so it was faster but deeper. She howled in response, trying to cover her mouth but he grabbed her hands and pinned them by her head again, enjoying the playful struggle.

"Oh, GOD! Herbie! Her-" Rose whimpered, still trying very hard to keep quiet. "Pl-Please, hun- Mmnnnmnm….Her-Her-HERBIE!" She was practically shaking with her effort.

A small wail pierced her ears, breaking through the misty haze of pleasure that had been forming in her mind and clouding her vision. "Parker," she breathed, her body going numb as her maternal instincts kicked into overdrive. "Herbie, stop."

He didn't.

"Herbie," she growled, struggling against his grip on her wrists. When he didn't let her go, she thrust her hips against his hard enough to flip their positions so she was straddling him. In mere seconds, she extracted herself, pulling away from him and scooting off the bed as she pulled her robe on and tied the sash.

"What is it, baby?" she cooed, peering into the crib. "What does mama's little man need?" She scooped Parker up, cradling his head and holding him against her heaving breast.

"Rose," he sighed, rolling over and feeling the cold, empty spot beside him. "Honey, come back to bed."

She clucked her tongue in response, shooting him a glare briefly before looking back at the small baby in her arms. "Shhh, you'll upset Parker," she whispered, smiling as she bounced him and fought to control her breathing. "Are you hungry?" she cooed.

"No, I want you and I-"

"Not you," she snapped, turning and glaring at him before smiling back at Parker again. "Is mama's baby waby a hungry, wungry boy?" She moved her robe, uncovering her breast so he could begin suckling. "Yes you are! I know! Mama knows, baby!"

"Rose, it's not necessary to try to feed him every time he cries. We're supposed to try to get him on a normal schedule," Herbie sighed. "The doctor said-"

"Which doctor would that be, Herbie?" Rose interrupted, turning and glaring again. "The one who didn't tell me I was carryin' twins or the one who couldn't save our little Nancy?"

"Fine, forget what the doctor said, Rose. But we should still be trying to get him on a schedule so you can get some sleep."

"I'll sleep when-"

"Rose! You need to sleep now. Nothing is going to happen to him," he soothed, climbing out of bed and standing beside her.

"No, Herbie. I am not going to be asleep if he needs me. I refuse to lose him like we did Nancy." She took a deep breath, composing herself and warding off the tears he'd heard in her voice. "I won't. I am going to be there for him. Right now he's hungry so I'm gonna feed him."

"Rosie, honey, you can be there for him without coddling-"

"Herbie, if you know what's best for you, you will tuck yourself back into bed and stop trying to separate me and Parker," she said coldly, a smile plastered on her features as she gazed into her son's sparkling blue eyes.

"Rose, I am his father. This isn't like with June and Louise where you and their father separated. I am not going anywhere," he retorted, his own anger bubbling up now. "Now, you've hardly let me hold my son since he was born!"

"If you're not going back to sleep, then at least put on some clothes. What if the girls came in? Honestly, Herbie!" she chastised, dismissing what he'd said as she sat in the rocking chair by Parker's crib.

"Rose, you can't-"

"You're gonna upset Parker," she repeated, her voice deathly cold as she glared at him. When she looked back into her baby's bright blue eyes, though, all traces of anger vanished. "Such a hungry-wungry baby-waby!" she cooed, smiling brightly. She started humming quietly as she rocked her son gently.

Herbie let out an angry sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "Fine, Rose…. Fine. You win." He pulled his boxers back on before reaching for his discarded pants. "You…. You win, Rose." He pulled his pants on, shoving his feet into his shoes without socks. He was almost shaking in anger as he started buttoning his shirt. "Ya hear me, Rose? You win."

He looked over at her and saw that she was out cold, mechanically rocking the chair to keep Parker quiet as he suckled at her breast. "Oh, my Rose…." he shook his head, walking over to her and gently running his finger through her matted red curls.

Unconsciously, she moved into his touch, letting him cup her cheek as she slept, still humming quietly.

He slid an arm around her waist, hauling her into a standing position as he supported both her and their son. He'd gotten her almost to the bed when her eyes started fluttering open.

"Wha-?"

"Shhh… Don't worry about it, Rosie… Go to sleep," he whispered, helping her into the bed.

"But, Parker-?" she argued sleepily.

"Shhh, I have him. I'll stay up with him, okay? You go to sleep," he told her, taking their baby from her arms before tucking her into the bed. He expected an argument, but Rose just nodded sleepily and rolled over, going back to sleep.

"Shhh, Parker… Daddy's got ya," Herbie whispered, sitting in the rocking chair as Rose had.

Parker blinked up at him, their blue eyes meeting before Parker began dozing quietly as his mother was.