Ages:

Jim - 32
Melinda - 28
Katie - 3

Jim's lips move along Melinda's neck and sucked gently at the hollow of her clavicle. The tip of his tongue flicked out and drug a wet trail up to her mouth, and she welcomed him with eager kisses. His warm breath swept across her cheeks causing her to moan. With a tender caress, he pulled back and murmured, "Good morning, honey."

"Mmm... so good," she yawned and leaned upward to kiss the tip of his nose. "I love waking up to you like this."

"And I love waking up to you like this too," he admitted with a grin and the barest hint of thrust against her. "Some parts of me more than others."

"How much longer do you think we have?" She asked, glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and she groaned when she realized they were already pushing their luck.

It was past seven. They both knew that Katie would be up at any moment now.

"Long enough to try?" His tone was so hopeful and she nodded in agreement.

His mouth devoured hers, and she inhaled the musky scent of him as his back muscles bunched together under her palms. He pulled her hips to him and settled between her legs. Her breath caught in her throat anticipation. His mouth moved down to her neck, sucking at her pulse point and she gasped, her hips rocking upwards at the same time he pressed his firmly down onto hers, the feel of him pushing against her warmth making them both groan.

Melinda started to pull up her nightgown, leaving the material pooled around her stomach and she felt delicious as Jim groaned at the sight of her bare skin. Jim's hands skimmed up her sides touching everything he could from hip to breasts and down again, his hips thrusting lightly against hers.

"Mommy!"

Jim cursed softly and rolled off her and onto his back. Frustrated disappointment strained his handsome face, but he schooled his features into a welcoming smile and tugged a pillow onto his lap as their three-year-old came into the bedroom and hopped up onto their bed.

"Hi, mommy!" the little girl smiled at them both. "Hi, daddy."

"Hi, bug," she said, sitting up.

"Mommy! Will you get up? I want pancakes," Katie chipped in her sweet, three-year-old voice.

Jim reached over to tickle his child, and she burst into a gale of childish giggles that sparked pure joy in her heart. After several moments, she begged her father to stop. When he did, his little girl curled into his embrace and nuzzled her head into the crook of his shoulder.

"Good morning, Daddy," Katie said brightly and patted his cheek with her pudgy hand.

"Morning, Katiebug," he greeted her and added a smacking kiss on her soft cheek. "Why are you asking your mommy for pancakes? You know that my pancakes are the best."

"Hey! Mine are just fine," Melinda barked in defense of her cooking skills, but she knew he was right.

The thought of Jim's pancakes made her salivate almost as much as she did over his backside—especially when he flavored them with a touch of cinnamon and brown sugar. Darn, their little alarm clock. Katie's stellar reputation at interrupting them every time they attempted intimacy before getting out of bed anymore was astonishing.

"Have you used the bathroom yet this morning, sweetheart?" When she shook her head, he instructed her to do so. "You can't help me make pancakes until you wash those hands. Go do that, and I'll meet you in the kitchen, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy!" Katie fled the room in a flurry of bouncing curls and gangly legs. Her enthusiasm made her heart happy when she thought of the hardships she'd had for any fun with her parents during my childhood. She didn't ever remember being that carefree.

"You just did that to get rid of her, didn't you?" She asked with a smile and turned to face her husband.

"Maybe." He smirked and leaned in to kiss her, his mouth urgent against hers. "I'll make dinner for a year if you call someone and ask them to keep Katie at their house tonight. I need to have good, hot morning sex with my wife sometime before our daughter turns into a teenager."

"Mmmm… let me think for a minute." When he bit her lower lip, she jerked against him and yelled, "Okay! I'll do it."

He ghosted more kisses on her face before reluctantly heaving himself upright. "Good," he said, winking at her. "Maybe we can give Katie a little brother or sister soon. Why not have two alarm clocks instead of one?"

She hurled a pillow at him along with a chuckle as he headed downstairs to get started on breakfast, but it didn't take long before she warmed to the idea of adding a child to their family. If nothing else, it would always be fun to try. Quickly and without another thought, she dialed Jim's mother's number.

When Faith answered, she asked, "How much do you want a second grandchild?"