Ricardo sits on the porch, spinning his recovery chip between his fingers. "I can't believe my birthday is so close," he says, barely glancing up as Alicia walks up behind him. "Six years ago, I didn't think I'd even come close to hitting my 40s. Look at me now." He chuckles a little, brushing his fingers over the polished surface of the coin.

She hums, dropping down next to him. "Yeah," she says softly, tucking her hands under his arm and hugging him from the side. "Look at you now. Approaching another birthday, with three kids and a hot wife. Aren't you glad you held on?"

"Every day," he tells her, tilting his head and smiling as she leans in and kisses him.

"Same here," she murmurs. "I couldn't imagine my life without you." She squeezes his arm.

"And I couldn't imagine mine without you or the kids," he says, drawing her in with gentle fingers for another kiss. Neither mind the chill in the air as they tuck in closer, Alicia sighing into his mouth as he twists her hair between his fingers, stroking the back of her neck.

"Let's go inside," she mumbles, breathing sharply as he pulls away and stands, reaching out for her hands. Once they're both on their feet, they push their way back inside with giggles, shutting the door tightly behind them. Ricardo makes sure it's locked before following Alicia down the hall to their bedroom.

As soon as they're inside, he grips her wrist and spins her around, smirking as she squeaks and clings to him. "I love you," he tells her, lightly pushing her against the wall and brushing her hair aside, kissing down her throat.

"Love you too," she sighs, arching her neck to give him more room to brush kisses down her neck, towards her shoulder. "Oh, god, Ricardo," she breathes out, running her hands up and down his back as he unbuttons her blouse, dipping lower and lower, kissing her heated flesh. She holds herself together pretty well until he starts pressing biting kisses against her ribs, sending shaky bolts of pleasure down to her toes. "Oh my god," she moans, thunking her head back against the wall. "Please- oh my god-"

He hooks his fingers in her jeans and lightly guides them down her legs, before standing up straight once more and kissing her again, sighing as she takes the opportunity to help him out of his clothes. Legs wrapping around his waist, Alicia whimpers as he carries her over to the bed and explores with his fingers, leaving her a melted, gasping mess against their sheets.

"Ricardo," she pants, staring up at him with fluttering lashes every time he kisses her, quivering and pleading quietly. "I need- I..."

He peers up at her for a moment. "I know," he says adoringly, fingers tracing soft shapes against her thighs. "I know." He presses open mouthed kisses to her hips, and follows the soft sounds she makes as he eases down to her thighs, feeling as she writhes over his head, his touch leaving her crying out his name into her wrist.

He sits up, amusement in his eyes. "Alicia?"

She pants and struggles to focus on him, the sudden interruption of the pleasure pulsing through her veins leaving her frustrated. "Why did you stop?"

He starts stroking her again, watching as she breathes deeply, quivering. "I just thought I should remind you that Sofia took Andre out to his playdate. And the twins were just put down for their nap fifteen minutes ago, so we don't have to muffle ourselves too much for awhile," he says quietly, examining her. "I mean, nothing too loud, but you know-"

The meaning behind his words dawns slowly on Alicia and she moans, quirking her fingers at him. "Well, now that you've reminded me of that," she says softly. "Get up here, birthday boy."

He laughs and obliges.