A few days later, Boston...

Shutting the door behind them, Mr and Mrs Penderwick walked into their new home. Dr Breskow had re-decorated it while they were on their honeymoon and the house was looking beautiful. Neither of them could really believe that it was theirs. Shaking her head in disbelief, Skye looked around the kitchen of the house she had spent the last six years in.

"Gosh, I hardly know where to go first!"

Chuckling, Jeffery came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Leaning down, he brought his lips close to her ear and whispered, "If that's really the case, then I haven't done a very good job with my suggesting. Perhaps I should be a bit more straightforward..." He grinned with pleasure as he watched her ears turn red. She wriggled out of his arms and turned to look at him, her face beginning to resemble a very ripe tomato.

"Jeffrey!"

"What?"

He pulled her closer again, and her blush slowly faded as she stared into his eyes. She forgot what she was about to say as his lips moved closer to hers. She hesitated for a moment, determined to see the improvements made to the house. All thoughts left her, however, when his lips met hers, full force. It only took an instant for him to have her backed against the kitchen counter, his hands tight on her waist. Her arms moved around his neck and he pressed harder.

All of the sudden, though, they were interrupted by the sound of a home phone they didn't even know they had ringing. Pulling back, Jeffery groaned as Skye smiled.

"How much would you like to bet that it's Batty?" she remarked dryly as he walked over to the phone in its hook by the kitchen sink. He laughed and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" His tone was a bit irritable and he rolled his eyes at the sound of laughing at the other end. That was the laugh of Sarah Snyder.

"Hello, Jeffrey. No - Don't talk; just listen. I understand that, at the moment, probably the only thing you want to do is kiss your wife so hard her teeth fall out, but we've made reservations at the Douzo for 20 minutes from now. You and Skye are going to meet us there, and we're going to celebrate you surviving your honeymoon, since we already celebrated your marriage at the reception."

"Sarah..."

"No buts, Jeffery! We already got the babysitter. Do you have any idea how much it costs to have a babysitter for a one and a half year old and a three-month old pair of twins?" Jeffery sighed.

"Alright. What time again?"

"6:30. 20 minutes from now. And don't you dare let yourself get sidetracked, Mr Penderwick, or I'll tell her dad. Bye!" And with that, she hung up, leaving Jeffrey staring at the phone, processing that strange conversation.

"Well?" Skye was leaning against the counter, smirking. He laughed and made his way over to her.

"We're going to have to finish this later. I just received an ultimatum from the Dr. Snyders, forcing us to go out to Sushi with them. We have to be there in 20 minutes. We'd better go get changed." She laughed and moved closer.

"Don't you think it could wait just a few more minutes?"

She started to wrap her arms around his neck, when he yelped and moved away. To the question written on her face, he grimaced.

"Sorry, but I promised Sarah not to get sidetracked. She threatened to tell your dad if I did."

He watched her through back her head and laugh, barely believing how lucky he had gotten. She was his, and he was going to make this work.

21 minutes later, the Douzo, Boston...

"You're late!" Sarah exclaimed, grinning, as she and her husband rose from their seats to greet their friends. Skye rolled her eyes.

"Just barely. And that was because of the parking." Cooper grinned at them, a knowing look on his face.

"Sure it was..." He smirked as he watched Skye's face turn pink through her glare.

"It really was!"

"Sure..."

Still glaring at her colleague, Skye took a seat beside Jeffery. He, in turn, turned to Sarah.

"Incidentally, how much do babysitters cost?"

"When you have three kids under age two, quite a bit... But enough about us. How was your honeymoon?" Her husband stared at her, shocked at her bluntness.

"SarSar!"

"What? It's perfectly reasonable to ask how someone's vacation went!"

"Vacation; yes. Honeymoon; no."

"Oh, really, Coop. Don't be such a prude." Here Skye shook her head frantically.

"No, please go right on being a prude, Cooper." He laughed.

"Okay. Enough. Let's order, shall we?"

"Well, that was fun!" Jeffery smiled at his wife.

"You're right. However, I believe I promise you a continuation of our earlier activity."

She grinned at him, and grabbed his hand. Turning out the light, he allowed her to drag him upstairs.

"Shall we go see what Dr Breskow has done to the bedroom?"

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