Author's Note: I hope you find this chapter to be tastefully and romantically done. I hope no one gets offended.

You Sexy Thing

They spent till midnight Skyping with family in Italy. Even before that however, he copied and emailed the first trimester's ultra-sound photo of the baby to all his uncles and aunts and cousins numbering 50 altogether. Add to that relatives and friends on Winnie's side and the database has ballooned to a massive 85.

Their Ma was so excited she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She often clasped her hands together close to her chest as she spoke to Spike in Italian exhorting him to look after his wife and to indulge her every whim. In translating the admonition, Spike toned it down a bit. So what was supposed to be translated as 'You must do everything for her' became 'Ma said, I must help you with everything' which pleased Winnie no end; because although he had every intention of spoiling his lovely wife he didn't want her getting a big head either.

His Italian family has grown significantly what with his Ma adopting every 'stray relations' as he called them. He teasingly told her she could find some distant connection with everybody in Italy if he let her. The parade of people who wished them well and who offered their congratulations took ages. It was six in the morning in Milan by the time they finally, at long last, said 'Ciao'.

Spike was only able to successfully get everyone off line when he said his wife was "really, really tired and they must, indeed, per favore, go to sleep." They both went to bed contented and determined to make the most of the week-end, and by a stroke of grand coincidence, it was also Spike's rostered week-end off.

He intended to sleep-in, which meant sleeping past seven in the morning, but at the crack of dawn, he was wide awake. He became very much aware of the floral scent wafting into the bedroom from the en suite and the sound of running water.

Winnie was running a bath and has left the door ajar. She has taken to luxuriating in the bath since her pregnancy, enjoying the soothing effect of bubbly water on her and finding pleasure in the aromatic therapy of bath oils. At three months, she wasn't showing yet and if her mother was any gauge, she wouldn't show until six months into the first pregnancy.

He could hear her humming to herself as she performed what has become her daily ritual. Having lost his desire for sleep, he got up to look into her. He opened the door to find her naked as she was about to get in the tub. All she was wearing was a beguiling smile and the mass of curly hair she called "steel wool". Her face aglow with happiness, he wondered where Weepy Winnie went but he didn't miss that Winnie anyway. This was the one he always wanted, "Miss Sunshine."

He went over to her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, when he came up for air, he said in a voice that was full of love mixed with lust, "Oh my God, you're so beautiful." She responded with equal fervor, reaching up to him on tiptoes and kissing him back.

The water overflowed, running down the sides of the tub, drenching the pair of pajamas he was wearing. The only reasonable thing to do was to get rid of it. He couldn't bear to take his hands off her, so used his foot to turn down the tap handle.

If he thought this pregnancy would dampen their sexual desires for each other, he was certainly mistaken. He carried her away to bed and devoured her. There wasn't a word in the English language that could adequately define what he was doing to her and she responded back with such ardour that was both pleasing and surprising. After they've consummated their passion, they basked in the afterglow, lying side by side.

He traced the contour of her body with his finger tips, adoring the unblemished smoothness of her skin. The pregnancy has changed her skin tone. It seemed to him, she was more chocolatey, and so much yummier. The areola of her breast was starting to change colour but it seemed to him that they were more pert and alert to his attention.

He put his hands of her belly willing the little one incubating in her to give him a kick, but there was none. He laid his ear next unto her stomach, wishing to hear tiny heart beats, but he couldn't pick up anything yet. He laid his head there anyway, closed his eyes and kissed her belly, repeatedly. Then he raised his head, tears rolling down his face, he uttered, "I can't believe it."

She chuckled, the laughter sounding flirty and girly.

"You can laugh at me," he said, "But I'm the one with the sexy thing" as he dramatically put his hand on his chest.

She stopped laughing and replied, "I love to cuddle with you all day but I need to use the toilet now." He laughed and teased her for such an unromantic repartee.

"Let me checked the water," he said, leaving her reclined on the bed. She heard him say, "It's gone cold." He adjusted the water temperature then mopped up the wet slippery floor. Only after that did he come back for her, "Ready," he said beaming.

Before she entered the bathroom she asked him to bring her coffee. He pretended to be wounded and said, "Don't think for one minute you can get away with slavery." She rewarded him with a smile, and a reply that suggested more good thing were in the offing, "I don't," she said.

He put on his bathrobe, went to the kitchen to brew decaffeinated coffee beans served in specially made ceramic mugs, a gift from Team One. One said, "Beauty"; the other said, "Geek." Winnie told him early on he didn't have to drink the decaf variety but he decided if she has to drink it so should he.

He carried the coffee in a tray with an assortment of Italian biscotti and some saltine biscuits. He sighed, he was sure what she'd go for and wondered if he should put his foot down. Too much salt, he thought; but when he told his Ma that bit of information, she said it's because they're having a boy and he shouldn't worry too much. She said, "That's what her body is craving for," and he thought, Yeah, how very scientific.

"Coffee and biscotti," he announced. She opened her eyes, and said, "Come join me."

"Make up your mind, woman." he said teasingly, "I can only do one thing at a time."

She replied with dramatic flare. "Join me." He left everything on the vanity and hopped into the bath with her. He didn't think it was possible to suffer sensory overload - until that point.

The scent. The oil in the water. The feel of satin skin. The sound of soft sighing and groaning. The taste of wet kisses.

They made love again... and again... and again...that week-end.

He didn't want Monday to come!