Authors Note: I lied! I could not stop myself! No worries; I will try to make this the last one…try at least…I was never good at ending things ^^;

Squealing laughter rang from the room next to mine; causing me to smile in my waking. I will never tire of that sound…

"Daa-dy…Daa-dy!" Feminine laughter rang out with the cry, and I feel my heart beat erratically to the sound of it. I am already standing from the queen-sized bed by the time the call comes out for me.

"Daddy! You are being called!" I pad silently down the hall, entering into the lighted room next to the one I had been laying in. With no sound, I walk behind my cooing wife, wrapping my arms around her extended belly; I place a kiss on her shoulder as I peer at our first-born child in her arms.

"You should be sleeping." I tried my hardest to hold my most severe, stoic expression against his gurgling joy. He laughs at my attempt, and I give in and smile down at him. "You are spoiled, child." I reach around her and grab our son from her hands, kissing her one last time as I bring him around quickly, dunking him into a nose-dive before rising back up again. He squeals in joy, gripping onto me with impossible strength. Behind me, I can hear my wife's giggle.

"You are going to make him hyper again; We have to sleep too, you know." I watch as she toddles over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room and lowers herself down. I do not know why it is so sexy; but having my wife pregnant with our child…again, brings me to an ethereal high. Maybe the lust is aided by remembering how they were conceived; I can remember the conception of both of our children.

"I slept already; you need to sleep, wife. Being hypocritical is not fitting of you." I smile at her, walking over with our squirming child in our hands so that I can lean down and drift my lips over hers. A thrill of excitement still shudders up my back every time I touch her so innocently intimately.

"Ewww." She pulls away from me, a fine red blush on her cheeks as she laughs at our sons expression. She spreads out her arms and our son immediately retreats into my shirt, hiding his head in the column of my neck. I chuckle as he whines insistently for me not to give him up.

"Kanaye, you traitor! I thought you loved me!" She was laughing too hard to make the statement sound serious enough to catch our sons attention. Both hands held onto her round belly as she rocked the chair back and forth in her laughter. She stops after awhile, looking at me questioningly with the remnants of a smile on her face. "What?"

I had not realized that the awe and love I felt was showing on my face. She is so different that I can never get used to her, she is just impossible to predict. I shake my head at her question. "It's nothing." Concern mixes with the joy and curiosity.

"Are you sure?" Our child, still pressed into my neck, does not see this kiss as I run my tongue over her soft lips. She places one hand on my other shoulder, clenching slightly there as she leaned in.

I am Sabaku no Gaara; and anyone who had known me in my younger days would not know me now. Seven years ago, I met Rock, Lee. Four years ago, she became Sabuka no Lee. Our first time was on the rooftop of the abandoned building, our old moon-watching spot; I had said that I would bring pillows and blankets up there when I wanted us to lose our virginity to each other. I am still surprised that I managed to hold on for three years without actually molesting her; something her father would never believe from my own mouth. Lee had had to tell him so for the whole time we were putting the bloody wedding together, causing her to turn so lovingly red. Seven years later, and she still blushes like the school girl she had once been.

Our wedding had ensured chaos; my siblings had already warned me of that. What Lee had not told me was that her friends had already told her that as well. I had hardly gotten out of the reception with Lee in my arms with how her father had tried and pull her away, but I finally managed. That is when we went to the same spot that I used to watch the night sky with her, laden with pillows and blankets. I doubt having had a bridal bed could have topped how that felt. No one had bothered to tell me that an upscale hotel room had been rented for the night under my name, or that Lee's father would come looking for us there. In the morning, when we crawled out of the nest we had made to block out the summer nights chill, I found out just how bad an idea it was to not tell Lee's father the truth of where we would be going. I still would not have changed that night, even if it would have saved us the time of having to explain to the police what he had been really doing instead of staying in an actual, stable building.

Another nine months after that night, Kanaye was born. I was upset that he resembled me in every way, having wanted to have another Lee running around my home. And then he had opened his eyes…orbs that resembled obsidian had stared unseeingly up at me, and I had been wrapped around his tiny little finger since. It did not take long to realize that the only thing he had from me were his looks; and even less time to realize that his eyes were not the only thing he had inherited from his mother. Our son was a speed-devil, and I was lucky to be able to keep up with him. Up until Lee had became pregnant with our second child, she was able to keep him under control. Now, he is stuck to me as if holding for life itself. I think he's holding a grudge against her for having another child…I can understand; I would be jealous too if I had to share her in the ways only I should have her. I would be murderous, actually. Luckily, Lee is not known for hatred, and Kanaye is so like her, there is no way that he could be hateful as I had been. He is too much like her not to get over this quickly.

Proof of how much I love him does not show in the materialistic features such as others would show their appreciation for some things, despite just how many toys litter his room and the amount of money that went into making this room entirely safe for him and 'fun', as Lee had had to explain to me. I know, no matter how much green I spend, that money is cheap and filthy if it is all that is given. I love him with the affection that my father had never given me, loving him as my wife loved him, if in my own way. In return, I am given his naïve love, so much more than I have ever given to my own father. When he had been born, I had been…frightened, that he would hate me as if I had hated the man who sired me. I have never known more love from the day I was born to the moment at the mall before I first looked at my true mate, then I have known from the first time he waved his hand and grabbed my finger, still peacefully newborn and asleep. That moment had nearly topped the high rating I had given our first night in the same bed, not the same night as we loved each other, but another, earlier, night where there had been nothing but touches and sleep. It makes it harder for me to believe that we were virgins on our wedding night.

Now, nearly four years later with our second child on the way, I am still waiting for life to be a bitch it had once been. There are still days where I feel the need to tear people apart; leading my own business at my young age will do that to me. But that does not stop me from waiting for something to stop going well for me. She still makes me smile without trying, she still manages to calm me down after a meeting with a room full of shitty people with their heads shoved up their asses, she still manages to get away with making curry every time I did not supervise her. I still put up with her unbearable father with untested patience, I still enjoy hinting at what I am doing to his daughter every time we are in the same room together with Lee in another. I still think his expression every time I do so is the most humorous thing I have ever seen. I still can not get over how amazingly sexy my wife looks every time she finds out I was teasing her father. I still do not understand why she loves me, and damn it, I still do not get how I managed to trick her into marrying me.

"Gaara…he is sleeping…" I check for myself, moving slowly as I look down at his face. Sure enough, the eyes that had been Lee's first were now closed. His fists were loosely clenched on my shirt and his mouth open in silent snores. Standing back up again from where I had been leaning over Lee, I place him back in his crib/bed. Leaning over him, I gently brush his wild, red hair from his forehead before placing a small kiss there.

When I silently close the door behind me and reenter our bedroom, Lee is already settled onto the mattress, eyes closed with her arms held around her belly as if already holding our unborn child. I knew she was more tired than she was letting on. I slip into bed beside her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling myself closer to her instead of her to me; she can squirm for hours trying to get into a comfortable spot again if I were to move her from where she fell asleep; it had happened the last time she was pregnant, and it had happened this time. It was just easier to spoon myself to her than wrapping her to me.

I have had dozens of women attempt to coerce me into their bed, both after I came to own the Sabaku Corporation, and before it; wanting me to give this all away for one night in their bed and give them money for it. I have met a few different men speaking inappropriately of my wife, talking about how they would love to, and I quote: 'teach her the difference between a boy and a man; I'll show her what's she's missing by sticking to Red.' Of course, they do not stay long after realizing that I had just heard them talk about my lover with such disrespect. I was still known for being somewhat violent when the people I cared for were threatened in any way. Seven years later, I do not understand what other men speak of when they say, and I, again, quote: 'Marriage makes you a dog with a bone just out of reach; you can bark and look all you want, but just can't touch it.' Whatever the hell that means. If there's a bone that is out of my reach, then I am too busy savoring the bone that is still in my mouth to notice it.

I am Sabaku no Gaara, and I love this ebony-like creature in my arms. Her spicy scent continues to drive me insane, and I am ready 24/7 to show her just how much of a man I am. I am a pervert, but I'm her pervert. I took her virginity and gave her my own; I sired her first and second child. Anyone who tries to do as I have done to her, must have a suicide wish, because I will kill anyone who dares try and take her from me. I am still her slave; and I am her lover. Her sweet ass is mine, and the only unpleasant thing about her bearing my children is waiting till I can claim it again.

(Change of P.O.V.)

I am Sabaku no Lee, and I would do anything for my husband…but I do enjoy watching him suffer when I am too big for us to make love. Maybe he will learn to stop teasing my father…no, that is never going to happen; but it is still fun to watch out of the corner of my eye as he curls around me instead of holding me prisoner against him as he would usually do. For four years, I have been married to this man. For seven years, I have dealt with his perverted mind. For seven years, I have never told him how much I love that part of him. No…he can learn on his own.