One week later, Point Mouette, Maine...

It was raining. Now, there are may different types of rain. There's the light, sprinkle of spring, the warm, steam-inducing showers of the sumer months, the large-drop downpours of the fall, and the cold, harsh, windy storms of midwinter. This rain, however, didn't fall into any of those categories.

This was the sort where the thunderheads built and built and built, until they were miles high, and then just broke without any warning. The sort that dumped buckets and buckets of water for hours and hours on end, and cleared the summer air of all heat and humidity. This was the sort that gave people a good excuse to stay indoors. And that was exactly what Skye and Jeffery were using it for.

They were lying on the bed, relaxing. Or rather, Jeffrey was writing music on a sketch pad, and Skye was completely absorbed in The Grand Design, Stephen Hawking's latest book.

Everyone once in a while, Jeffery would hum something to himself, and then furiously erase whatever he had been writing. Skye, to the best of her abilities, was ignoring him and focusing on what Dr Hawking was saying.

He had just introduced the idea of an M-Theory, when Jeffrey asked her a question. A bit ashamed at being caught paying absolutely no attention to him, she automatically blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Multi-verses arise naturally from physical law and random chance." He looked rather shocked.

"What?"

"Multi-verses arise naturally from physical law and random chance. That's the main principle of the M-Theory." Seriously concerned for his wife's sanity, he shook his head and tossed his sketchpad onto the nightstand.

"Okay? Anyway, what do you think of children!" Now it was her turn to e confused.

"Umm... They're nice, I guess. Messy, though."

"No, Skye. I mean what do you think about us having children.".

"Oh." She set down her book and turned to look at him. "I think it would be nice to have children eventually. What do to think?"

"I would love to have children. The more the merrier, in fact." She looked down and blushed slightly.

"Jeffrey, I have a confession to make." He looked at her nervously.

"Okay..."

"I wasn't going to tell you, because I didn't think it that was important, but hearing you say that..."

"Skye, could you please just tell me what you're trying to say?"

"I'm sorry, Jeffery, but I've been taking birth control pills." He grinned in relief and leaned over to peck her on the lips.

"So? That's fine, Skye. I am a little concerned about why you didn't want to tell me, though."

"Well, I had a feeling that you would want children right off the bat, and, for some reason, I thought that you might not like it if I was doing anything to prevent that from happening. You see, Jeffery, it isn't that I don't want children, it's just that I don't want to have them right now. In two weeks, I'll start my third and final year of my Ph.D. I can't afford to risk having a baby now and then having to not complete the program. I've put too much time into this doctorate to not get it." Still grinning, he pulled her into a warm hug.

"Oh, Skye. I get it. I really do. I'm sorry you felt like you had to worry about me though."

Gently, he kissed her. Frowning, he pulled away soon after, though.

"Just the same though, when would you feel ready to try for children?"

"Well, I graduate in May, and having a baby in the fall wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps we could throw away those pills for a New Years resolution?" She smiled.

"Well, even I can wait five months, Skye."

So fast that she didn't even have time to register the movement, he was on top of her, kissing her so hard she thought her teeth might fall out. Mustering all of her strength, she pushed him off of her, and he fell off the other end of the bed. She laughed in surprise. He glared at her as he sat there on the floor, resting his chin on the bed.

"You're going to pay for that, Skye Penderwick."

Pulling himself back up on the bed, he launched at her again, tickling her ribs. She yelped and tried to get away, but he was too strong.

"Stop! Stop! Jeffery, please stop!"

He paused to a second, looking down at her. She was struggling to breath, and she had huge crocodile tears running down her cheeks. Unable to resist, he started again.

A few moments later, he decided to give her a break. Besides, she looked to tempting, lying there next to him, laughing. Chuckling quietly, he rolled over on top of her, so she was trapped between the bed and him.

"Say you're sorry." She tilted her chin defiantly and stared him straight in the eye.

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm the one on top of you."

"Well, I won't say I'm sorry, because I'm not, but I'll do something better..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, heatedly. He responded, all desires for an apology forgotten. There were other desires currently taking the forefront of his mind.

As they both relaxed, the kiss took a different shape. It was slow, lazy, languid. Their lips pulled at each others of their own accord, and they took to the opportunity to enjoy it. His kisses slowly shifted from her lips to her neck, his hands holding her waist tightly. She moaned, moving The Grand Design to a safe place on the nightstand. She wasn't going to need that for a while.

Here is it. I hope enjoyed it. Please keep reviewing!

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