The following morning, Sheldon noted that Amy's spirits had been lifted and she seemed happier.

As they sat down to breakfast, Amy spoke up:

"I think we should take Scooby to the park."

Sheldon choked on his food. "Ohhh no! I object."

"Why?"

"Parks are full of evil."

Amy frowned. "Again…Why?"

"Do you know what kind of youth hang around there? They are rude, loud and violent graffiti-can-wielding devil spawn!" Sheldon replied.

"What makes you think they'd give us any trouble?" Amy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Amy, look at us. We're skinny, weak-looking scientists. They can smell fear."

"Sheldon, we're adults. They probably won't even bother. It's not like we're taking him in a stroller like Raj does with Cinnamon! He's a dog on a leash, and we're two adults. Enough of the negativity!" Amy kissed him to shut him up.

It worked for a few moments.

"Okay but if any little 'gangsters' say or do anything to us, I'll let the dog off his lead and make him bite them." Sheldon said.

Scooby pricked his ears and woofed as if confirming this.

Amy shook her head, smiling. "Fair enough. Come on…Time for walkies."

..

Arriving at the park, Sheldon was pleased to see that nobody was around, other than a few other people with their dogs.

"See?" Amy smiled triumphantly, "Nothing to worry about."

Sheldon bent down and let Scooby off his lead, letting him tear off across the grass at a rapid pace, then whirl around and sprint back again with his tongue lolling.

Amy produced a ball wrapped in a plastic bag out of her bag, and threw it.

"Hmm…So much for my throwing skills improving with age." She grimaced.

"Mine are no better." Sheldon replied, as Scooby returned with the ball in his mouth, dropping it at his 'parents' feet and wagging his tail expectantly.

Bending down to retrieve it, Sheldon recoiled. "Jeepers, that's gross!"

Amy laughed. "It's only dog slobber, you big baby."

But Sheldon was too busy smothering his hands in sanitizer at this point.

Amy picked up the ball and threw it again.

They made their way to a bench and sat down.

"You know, you'll have to throw the ball for him sometime." Amy said.

"Alright. How does 'in a million years' sound?" Sheldon responded.

"Yeah, that doesn't work for me." Amy fumbled in her bag and produced a pair of blue latex gloves. "I always keep two pairs in my bag for emergencies. These are clean and haven't been used yet; use them when you throw the ball for Scooby."

Sheldon took them and smiled gratefully. "Thank you." He said, kissing Amy on the lips. "You have no idea how at ease this makes me feel."

"Oh, I do." Amy replied as she watched her husband pull the gloves on and pick up the ball.

He threw it as far as he could, which incidentally wasn't very far, and watched Scooby race after it, picking it up in his mouth and running back.

"You like that don't you?" Sheldon grinned at the dog, as he bent down to pick the ball up again, only to be knocked over by a very affectionate Scooby, who was insistent upon licking Sheldon's face.

Amy burst out laughing and hurried over to rescue her husband.

"No! Scooby…Down! Sit…That is an order!" Sheldon was saying, as he shielded his face.

"Scooby, here!" Amy called, and the Fox Terrier bounded over to her, only to have the lead clipped back onto his collar. "Time out for you, mister!"

Amy brought out her wet wipes, and helped Sheldon up, cleaning off his face.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Sheldon nodded breathlessly, then started laughing. "That dog is a menace!" He said fondly.

"He's only playing. Cheeky little fox!" Amy grinned.

"Just like his mother." Sheldon replied.

The two of them fell silent.

"Um…Sheldon. Huge difference in species here." Amy frowned, "unless you are implying that I'm a dog, in which case I'll take offence."

"No! No, I didn't mean that at all…" Sheldon replied, "I meant the cheeky fox part…And well, technically we are his adoptive parents."

Amy nodded. "Just a question…Why do you call me a vixen?"

Sheldon swallowed. "Uh…Well, because you're very cheeky, sneaky and sly like a fox…But also because you're very…foxy."

Amy snorted. "No way."

"Yes way, actually."

Rolling up the wet wipe and tossing it in a nearby trashcan, Amy frowned. "I'm not attractive in the slightest." She said.

"You are to me." Sheldon replied softly. "In so many ways. That's why what we have is so special and people don't understand…They're all about looking for someone 'hot'" Sheldon air-quoted. "I always thought our relationship was deeper than that."

"Aww!" Amy grinned, standing on tiptoes and locking lips with him.

As the two scientists stood in a passionate embrace, Scooby woofed impatiently, breaking them apart.

"Alright, alright…" Sheldon said, unhooking the lead and letting Scooby run free around the park again.

Scooby found another dog to play with, and took great delight in racing him across the grass, stopping only to relieve himself.

"Job for you." Amy said, holding out a plastic bag.

Sheldon stared, terrified at the bag. "You want me to…?"

Amy nodded. "I've done it every time. About time you did. Go on…Pick it up."

"I don't want to." Sheldon whined.

"Well, it's illegal to leave it there. You'll have to learn sometime. If we do have a baby, the diapers will need changing and momma needs her sleep at some point!" Amy persisted, holding out the bag.

Sheldon sighed. "Fine."

He walked over to where Scooby had left his 'present' on the grass, and picked it up with the bag, turning it inside out and tying it up, tossing it in the doggy bin.

"I did it!" He said, triumphantly. "Without getting it on my hands!"

"Good for you." Amy smiled, holding out the hand sanitizer and squeezing some onto Sheldon's hands.

Scooby finished his game with the other dog and came bounding over, barking excitedly, dancing and skipping around.

"Okay, time to go home, Scooby." Amy announced, clipping his lead back on. "Then we can give you a bath!"

At the word 'bath', Scooby grew increasingly excited and pulled on his lead, eager to get back to the suite.

..

Back at the suite, Sheldon and Amy flopped onto the couch, exhausted.

"I'm so tired!" Sheldon sighed, "Too much exercise."

"We only walked." Amy pointed out.

"Too much." Sheldon added.

"So I'm guessing sex is out of the question later?" Amy asked.

"Why would it be?" Sheldon frowned. "If we're trying to conceive, I'll spend all day engaging in intercourse with you if I can."

"I'll hold you to that!" Amy grinned.

Scooby had retired to his basket to sleep for a while.

"Do you fancy take-out for lunch?" Amy asked. "We can order a pizza and get it delivered…Unless you want Thai or Chinese?"

"But then dinner will be ruined." Sheldon frowned.

"Live a little. We're in Florida!" Amy replied.

"I think I've let loose quite enough already." Sheldon pointed out.

"So? Two dinners in one day won't kill you."

"On the contrary; too much carbohydrate intake could lead to diabetes or heart failure. Not to mention the…"

Sheldon was cut off, as Amy launched herself at him, kissing him intensely and nibbling his bottom lip.

Sheldon sought permission to insert his tongue and run it along Amy's.

"Mmm" Amy breathed, as she felt his weight bear down on her, sliding them further down on the couch, until they were lying down.

Scooby snorted and whined, covering his eyes with a paw.

His noises interrupted the couple and their heated moment.

They looked up.

"Maybe we should take this to the bedroom." Sheldon whispered.

"No it's okay. It's lunchtime and I'm ordering us a pizza. But later, Doctor Cooper…" Amy said in a sultry voice as she stood up, "…You're all mine!"

Sheldon's pupils dilated and he breathed heavily, feeling extremely turned on. "This is exactly why you're my vixen!"