Barbara - Thanks for the comment! Also, your question about Maria's powers will be answered in this chapter. You didn't miss anything because she didn't have anything in the Forbidden Dreams universe and didn't develop them until later due to the miscarriage.
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In the Thick of Things
“Thank God it’s finally cooled off a little,” Liz murmured as sat with Maria, cuddling Asheley in her lap as the little girl clapped her hands delightedly while the guys set off fireworks to the thrilled shrieks of the kids. Even Di had gotten into the thick of it, running around with her cousins with a sparkler in her hand. Grinning as the next firework came up in the shape of a space ship sweeping across the sky, she was glad they lived on the outskirts of Roswell so that not many people were treated to their special brand of fire show. “I thought I was going to bake alive today.”
“Tell me about it,” Maria chuckled tiredly, gasping as another pain hit her hard and heavy and glanced at Liz, who was keeping track of the time between her contractions. Meeting her eyes, Liz held up ten fingers to intimate it had been ten minutes since her last contraction. Things where starting to speed up. She had gone from gentle to active in the space of an hour. “Let’s give them a few more minutes before I tell him. You know how long these things take.”
“I don’t know, Maria,” Liz replied, her brow creasing with worry, tipping her face back to the sky as the guys shot off a green, alien head into the sky, bringing a round of laughs and cheers from the kids. Smiling at her family fondly, she met Michael’s eyes and blew him a kiss, smile widening when he returned the gesture before turning back to shoot off a shooting star across the sky. “Things are progressing rapidly, you may not have as much time as you think. Remember how fast it went with Asheley?”
“Yeah, but my water hasn’t even broken…oh dear, never mind,” Maria sighed as she felt a familiar wetness that indicated it was time to get moving and lumbered off her chair to head into the house to change. Looking over at her husband, she saw his head shoot up as he detected the change in her body and he frowned, studying her quietly, his eyes widening as understanding dawned and he hurried to her side. “Better gather the troops.”
“Will do,” Liz replied as Rath wrapped an arm around the little blond and hurried her into the house to change and grab the bag they’d brought on the off chance she’d go into labor tonight. Struggling to her feet, she smiled gratefully when Michael strode over and grabbed Asheley out of her her arms, tucking the little girl onto his hip as he helped her to her feet. “Maria is in labor. We need to call Max and tell him he’s going to have guests tonight.”
“I know,” he murmured, kissing her softly as they hurried over to Isabel and Kyle to corral and herd the kids into the waiting cars. Catching her surprised look, he chuckled and dipped to press a kiss on her nose. “You didn’t honestly think we wouldn’t figure it out did you? You should know better than that. Isabel is talking to Max now.”
“Right, how could I forget alien radar,” she quipped dryly, rolling her eyes at his smirk as they joined a rapidly talking Isabel, a cell phone pressed to her ear as she quickly gathered up their belongings. Halting next to Kyle, she cringed when a long drawn out moan breached the air, followed by a string of cursing that would do a sailor proud and placed her hands over Asheley’s ears, hoping she wouldn’t pick up on the words.
“Oh dear,” she murmured quietly as she observed her best friend and brother-in-law with thinly disguised amusement as the blond clutched her stomach as another pain hit her out of nowhere. Wow, that was only five minute if that; they better get on the road as it was at least a thirty minute drive to the cabin. “Rath’s in for a hell of a time tonight.”
“Why?” Michael asked, watching the developing scene bemusedly, snickering when his brother tried to placate his griping wife as she waddled over to his car since it was closest. Guess that meant he was driving the happy couple to Max’s. Perfect. He couldn’t wait to rag on his twin like Rath had on him when Liz was in labor with Asheley.
“You remember what I was like with Asheley? And how Isabel was with Jimmy?” Liz replied, her dark eyes dancing with laughter as she took in her husband’s wicked grin and knew that they were going to have a hell of a ride over to Max and Ava’s cabin. Sighing, she wondered if she should take some asprin now.
“Yeah,” Kyle and Michael said in unison, both grimacing, a shudder traveling over their spines in remembrance at those particular births, both happening in the height of summer. They had thought for sure they were going to die on those respective nights.
“Now multiply that times a hundred and you’ll get Maria” Liz snickered, gesturing over to her loudly complaining friend as Rath helped her into the truck, strapping her in before he looked over at them pleadingly for help. Liz nearly laughed aloud as a grin split across both Michael’s and Kyle’s face as they exchanged an amused glance.
“You get the popcorn and I’ll get the video tape,” Kyle quipped, scurrying towards the house in pursuit of his video camera, only to be halted by a hand on his collar as he passed his wife, who was still conversing with her brother, filling him in on Maria’s contractions and how far apart they were.
“You will do no such thing…not you, hold on a second Max,” Isabel grumbled, dragging Kyle back over to her before he got more than a couple steps away and pushed him towards the kids much to Liz and Michael’s amusement. Isabel sent Kyle a warning glance as he groused and put her hand over the phone as she ordered. “Get the kids in the car now.”
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“Jus’ hold on duchess,” Rath soothed, patting Maria on the back and wiping her forehead with a damp cloth as Michael drove down the road, snickering under his breath as his dupe tried to calm his wife down and get her to breath properly. Served the man right for all the teasing Michael had gotten when they were in a similar position. Rath kissed Maria’s cheek softly as he reassured. “We's almost there.”
“You hold on! I want this kid out of me
now!” Maria griped, shoving him away from her as another pain wracked her body and she gave a low, agonized moan as sweat dripped down her temples. Gritting her teeth, she glared at her husband malevolently and clutched his hand, grinning a little evilly when he grunted in pain, panting through the rising contraction. “Oh God, another…this kid is determined to be born.”
“Babes, you can’t have it in the car!” Rath exclaimed; panic shooting down his spine as she fought the urge to push and he glared at Michael when his brother snorted at the comment, heartily amused by his unease. Although, he supposed he had it coming to him after all the ribbing he’d put the other man through when Liz was in labor. He should learn to just keep his mouth shut.
“Oh,
really?” Maria grated, her voice laced with sarcasm as she cast him an evil glance and panted, resting her head against the seat limply as she tried to regain her strength for the next pain. Grimacing, she rubbed her belly; a trickle of worry flowing through her body as she wondered if she might just have the baby in the back of the car as her labor had sped up drastically once her water broke. “Then tell her that because she doesn’t seem to understand!”
“You tell him Maria!” Michael crowed, chuckling when his twin’s irritated gaze latched onto him once more as he rubbed Maria’s lower back, occasionally sending a wave of warm, soothing heat through her skin to dull the edges of her pain. Michael snickered again, watching the road in front of him intently for the turn off to Max’s place. Payback was such a bitch.
“Just ten more minutes,” Rath replied, ignoring the irritating man in the front seat and focusing on his uncomfortable wife, trying to make the transition as easy on her as possible, his heart in his throat at the pain streaking over her face and continued hopefully. “Surely you can hold a little longer.”
“Hold on?! Hold on he says! Like I have a choice in the matter!” Maria yelped; her eyes widening incredulously as she gestured to her husband and looked at Liz in appeal as irritation rippled over her body. Turning back to Rath, she jabbed him in the chest with her finger and asked in a deceptively pleasant tone. “Is it your body being ripped in half delivering your spawn?”
“Ummmm…” he cringed, her tone making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and realized a little too late that those probably weren’t the best words to use on an irate woman in pain. His panicked gaze slid to Liz for help as he frantically searched for something to say and sighed with frustration when she shrugged, shaking her head at him.
“Yeah that’s what I thought, so until you can have kids, shut up!” she groused, pain flashing over her face as another pain began in her lower back, rippling around to the front of her stomach and she clenched her eyes shut, squeezing her hands into fists as she rode it out, gasping through her labored breaths. “Ohhhhh…I …swear to God… if you ever get near me again…I’m going to rip your…ow!”
“Baby, you can’t mean that,” Rath winced, flinching instinctively, his face ashen as he stared at Maria with trepidation, his eyes widening at the sheer malice lighting her chartreuse irises and audibly gulped, flashing her a weak smile.
“Oh no, I’m pretty sure she means every word,
Duke,” Michael sniggered, watching his brother turn green through the rear view mirror before addressing his next comment to the petite blond in the backseat. “Can I be there when you kick his ass Maria?”
“Shut up, Michael, yous not helping!” Rath growled, shooting the laughing man a heated moue, his eyes vowing that he’d get his twin back for escalating the situation. Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, he turned back to his wife to find her watching the two of them with an aggravated expression and swallowed thickly, wondering what was going on in that beautiful, devious head.
“I’m supposed to be helping?” Michael lobbed innocently, grinning at the man behind him as he turned onto the secluded road leading to the Crater Lake and Max’s cabin. Opening his mouth, he was about to razz Rath further when he caught his wife’s eye as she turned to him with a warning glance and shut it with a sheepish grin.
“Michael,” Liz warned lowly, pinning him with a pointed look, rubbing her temples lightly to stave off the building tension in her head and cursed not taking those asprin as she first thought. Sighing, she smiled with relief when Michael slid a hand over the back of her neck, rubbing the tense muscles and letting his warm healing power suffuse her head, draining the pain and tension away.
“Now who’s pussy whipped, Duke?” Rath snarked as he watched his brother clam up at his wife’s pointed look, unable to resist giving Michael a little of the razzing he’d been under all day, gulping as he was faced with his sister-in-law’s pinched smile.
“Rath, I suggest you shut up while you’re ahead, otherwise Maria won’t be the only one beating you senseless,” Liz replied silkily as she turned to her husband’s twin, biting back a grin at Rath’s slightly worried expression as he hastily turned to Maria. It cracked her up that such a tough guy caved so easily when it came to the women in his life.
“Hello! Having a baby here!” Maria griped, smacking Rath in the arm as another pain hit, her eyes filling with tears as she moaned long and low, breathing shallowly as she rode the cramp out. Fixing Rath with a grimace, she vowed heatedly once she could speak once more. “Typical, this is just so damn typical! I promise, when I can move again, you’re a dead man Rathin Deluca!”
“Oh, you got the full name, Deluca,” Michael cracked in a singsong voice, only deterred by Liz’s wrath for so long. Sure, he’d pay for it later, but who could resist giving the other man a bad time while he was distracted. “You are so in trouble now…”
“Shut up, Michael!” Liz and Maria yelled; both fed up with his constant ribbing.
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“This baby is coming fast, Max,” Liz called, clambering out of the front seat as the dark-haired man came to the door and hurried to grab Maria’s bag as Rath scrambled to the other side of the car to help Maria, sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her to the house. “We don’t have much time, her contractions are nearly right on top of each other.”
“Quick, bring her this way,” Max replied quietly, walking through the cabin swiftly, leading them into the master bedroom since their guestroom was still under construction. Striding into the bathroom, he washed his hands as the others assisted with getting Maria into the bed, calling over his shoulder. “The bed is ready.”
Rath deposited his wife onto the bed and began disrobing her, slipping a nightgown over her head for modesty’s sake, covering her with a light blanket when she shivered. Pressing his lips to her temple, he sat on the bed and took her hand, coaching her through as Max took his position. Max looked up, surprise evident in his eyes as he indicated she was fully dilated and ready to go.
“Breathes baby,” Rath coached, running his fingers through her matted, sweaty hair as another pain hit and she instinctively bore down, gritting her teeth as an agonized cry ripped past her lips. Pushing the damp blond strands from her brow, he swiped a cool cloth over it. “Just like we’s practiced, breathe, it will help.”
“You breathe! The only thing that’s going to help me is getting this kid out of me NOW!” She snapped contentiously, losing her sense of reality as another pain wracked her body and she bit her lower lip sharply, trying to hold back a scream, gritting through her teeth as she jabbed her husband with her finger, accidentally sending a current of electricity shooting through his body. “This is all your fault!”
Rath jolted and cried out in pain as power seared along his nerves, his eyes rolling back in his eyes as it overwhelmed his senses and he slid into blackness, his body falling to the floor with a heavy thump. Maria stared at her finger in disbelief and then at her unconscious husband before her brow pinched with annoyance.
“You’re unconscious? Now? What the hell?” she complained loudly, waving her at her oblivious mate as Michael’s head popped into the room, a concerned expression on his face as he looked around the room, settling first on Liz to make sure she was okay. Sighing with relief, he turned his attention to the blond on the bed yelling at his…unconscious twin. “Get the hell up! Great this is just great! He’s unconscious! Now what the hell am I supposed to do?”
“Maria, honey, you need to calm down,” Liz replied in a quiet but firm tone, stroking her friend’s hair as she tried to calm her, sending Ava an exasperated grimace as she strode into the room to assist Max, then glaring at her snickering husband, as she soothed. “It’s not good for the baby. He was right, you need to breathe.”
“What the hell happened?” Michael asked between guffaws, laughing heartily when Max grinned and pointed to Maria, jabbing his finger as he intimated that she had zapped the prone man into unconsciousness. Clutching his stomach, he doubled over as Kyle popped his head around the doorjamb to see what his friend found so funny and joined with his own riotous laughter.
“No, I’m not doing anything,” Maria refuted mulishly, her arms crossed over her chest and shook her head stubbornly as she point to husband, huffing as Isabel joined the fray, striding past the two men clutching at each other to remain standing as they continued to laugh. “I’m done until he gets his ass up off the floor.”
“Maria Alisa Deluca!” Liz grated, ignoring the two men hovering in the door for the time being and focused on her friend, heartily sick of her dramatics. Enough was enough. Glaring at her, she sat her up, sliding onto the bed as she threatened. “You will shut up and have this baby or I’ll kill you myself!”
“I told…told you…we should have brought the video cam,” Kyle wheezed between laughs, red-faced and tears streaming down his face as he propped himself up on the doorjamb with one hand, his laughter renewed when he looked over at Rath once more.
“Fine!” Maria cried impatiently, sending her best friend an irritated glare before gasping as another pain rippled through her body, a searing burn whipping over her nerves as she squeezed the brunette’s hands, bearing down to Max’s encouragement, grousing breathlessly. “You can be such a pain in the…”
“Yeah, nice to meet you Pot, shut up and push,” Liz returned dryly, rolling her eyes at Isabel as she came out of the bathroom, exchanging a grin as the blond handed her wet cloth to dab her forehead as Isabel turned on her heel to glare at Michael and Kyle.
“Both of you out before I zap both of you into unconsciousness as well,” she commanded, striding to them purposely, a single finger lifted and snickered when they hastened back into the other room. Turning around she walked over to Rath, pressing her fingers to his temples, sending out a pulse of power. “Let me see if I can revive Daddy.”
“What?” Rath murmured, coming around with a jerk, his eyes popping open with surprise as warmth filled his head and groaned under his breath, cringing as a residual burn radiated over his nerves, confusion evident in his voice. “Ow…what’s the hell hits me?”
“Yous little powerhouse over heres,” Ava chuckled as he brother propped himself up slowly, his head obviously a little fuzzy yet from his bout with Maria’s wild surge of power and she nodded to the girl in question. “Hurries up, it’s time. Lets gets this baby born.”
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Propped against the headboard, Maria watched her sisters wearily as they passed the newest addition of their family between them, smiling as they all took a turn cooing over the infant. Not even a couple hours old and she was already being spoiled. Yawning, she sleepily focused on Liz, who was peering over Isabel’s shoulder.
“She’s beautiful, Maria” the brunette cooed reverently, stroking the infants tiny palm softly, grinning in delight when little fingers curled around her finger with a surprisingly firm grip. Misty-eyed, she sighed as the yen for another blossomed in her heart. “She has your nose and lips, but I definitely think she’ll have her daddy’s eyes and hair.”
“Don’t they all?” Maria laughed tiredly, pushing herself into a sitting position so she could gaze down into her daughter’s face where she rested in Isabel’s arms, stroking her cheek tenderly, fighting the urge to take the little one back, knowing she’d have plenty of time to fawn over her in the days to come. “I would love a little girl with my eyes. But those dominant genes win out every time.”
“How are you doing?” Liz asked softly, staring at her friend and noting the shadows under her eyes. Although it was a quick birth by most standards, it was still a draining experience, especially given the worry she and Rath must have been under with the previous miscarriage.
“Good,” the blond assured her, squeezing her hand gently as he eyes misted slightly, a trace of sadness touching her face as she thought of the last time she had been in this position. Luckily this time, nothing went wrong and the baby was well and healthy. “I feel good, although I was worried for a while, after we lost Sean…”
“Yeah,” Ava replied, filling the heavy silence as Maria’s voice trailed off, squeezing her arm gently and smiled softly as the other blond nodded with a watery smile, swiping a hand over her eyes to clear them of the slight haze of tears. “But she’s here finally and healthy as can be, Diva”
“So did you decide on a name?” Isabel queried, rocking the little girl gently as she stroked the dark-blond fuzz on her hair, tracing her finger over her delicate features and grinning when the baby smacked her lips lightly, giving a little yawn and stretching her tiny muscles as she burrowed into her chest.
“Yes,” Maria responded, fighting back another yawn herself as she snuggled back into her pillows and met the other woman’s curious gaze, smiling gently. “Alexandria Charlene DeLuca, after Alex. We’re going to call her Lexi for short.”
“It’s a perfect name,” Isabel replied, a misty smile sliding over her face as the baby squirmed and whimpered slightly before settling down into her arms once more. “Well hello, Lexi. God, it almost makes me want another one now that Di and Jimmy are getting to the point that they don’t need me anymore.”
“They’ll always need you mommy,” Ava reassured her best friend, tugging on her ponytail as she shared a smile with the others, who nodded in agreement as she joined them on the bed. “Although it may take them some time to remember it.”
“So, Liz,” Maria drawled, a teasing light entering her eye as she looked over at her best friend, recalling Michael’s thoughts from earlier. Tossing her a mischievous grin, she tugged her over, wrapping her arm around her shoulders and asked slyly. “How do you feel about having a fifth one?”
“Yous pregnant?” Ava asked, a gleeful smile spreading across her face as she rubbed her hands together at the idea of another niece or nephew to spoil. Not to mention if they were, she’d win her standing bet with Max.
“No, Michael was thinking about it and Miss Mind Reader over here overheard his thoughts,” Liz replied, poking Maria in the side for spilling the beans, glaring playfully and scrunching up her nose when the blond giggled, poking her back.
“Can you still do it?” Isabel asked, cocking an inquisitive brow as she looked up from her niece and studied her mama with intense curiosity.
“Don’t know yet,” Maria shrugged, her brow pinching with concentration and then furrowing further when her mind remained blank, no unwanted thoughts breaking through. Yawning for the third time, she scrubbed at her eyes and continued. “Not at the moment, but we’ll see how it goes over the next couple of weeks.”
“Well that should be interesting,” Ava drawled, sliding off the bed as she shared a pointed look with Isabel, striding toward the bassinette she’d brought in earlier and fussed with the sheets and blankets before dragging it closer to the bed.
“Okay, it looks like this little one is ready to sleep,” Isabel said, kissing the baby’s brow as she reluctantly relinquished her hold on Lexi and carefully placing her into Maria’s waiting arms. “Here you go mama. We’ll find daddy and leave you two alone.”
“Thanks,” Maria replied sheepishly, her body quickly losing the battle for slumber and snuggled her daughter close to her breast, smiling at her friends and the sisters of her heart tiredly. “I’m pretty wiped.”
“Oh and Liz, if you and Michael decide you need a night alone, I’ve got the kids,” Ava drawled, looping her arm around the petite brunette’s waist and leaned near her ear to whisper loudly, sending the other women into giggles. “You knows, since it’s that time.”
“Yeah, well after what Maria put Rath through tonight,” Liz retorted dryly, fixing the bed-ridden woman with a teasing glance as she slipped out of Ava’s arms and headed for the door to search for the men, tossing over her shoulder. “He might be rethinking that.”
“Doubt it, knowing my brother,” Isabel snickered as she joined her, walking down the hall to check on the kids and make sure they hadn’t gotten themselves into trouble, exchanging an amused look with her sister-in-law. “This is Michael after all.”
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“I should have just had you guys come out here today,” Max sighed wearily as he leaned against the porch railing, staring out into the cooling summer night, slightly worn out from the drain on his powers when he healed Maria after her birth. Smiling at the other guys sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck and addressed Rath apologetically. “I knew Maria was getting close.”
“Nah, we’s cool, man” Rath waved off the apology, crossing his hands over his chest and he leaned his back against the wooden barrier, breathing easier now that everything was over. “We’s knew you were still settling into the house and didn’t have the room.”
“Well, we’re here now, so lets not worry about it,” Michael reassured, sinking onto the wooden bench by the door an propped himself against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him, looking up briefly as Kyle opened the screen door and joined them. “It’s not like we mind. Kids asleep?”
“Yeah, they finally passed out a few minutes ago, after regaling Jimmy, Phil and Lannie with tales of the great battle,” Kyle responded, sprawling onto the bench next to him, sipping on a beer as he snickered quietly and shook his head at the day’s events. It was never a dull moment in his family.
“Heard about that,” Max chuckled, shooting Michael an amused glance when he puffed up proudly at the reminder of his kids’ antics and sinking into a chair near the rail, scrubbing his hand over his face. “Should make next year’s war interesting.
“Yeah, to say the least,” Michael snickered, shaking his head as he stared out at the water in the distance and crossed his arms behind his head as he sprawled out, leaning his arms and head against the wall, grinning at his still slightly woozy and disgruntled twin. “I can’t wait to see what they dream up next.”
“So, yous sure you wants another one afters all that?” Rath snickered, nodding his head towards the house, referencing Maria’s power surge and his embarrassing, although unintentional, bout of unconsciousness, smirking when Michael blanched at the thought.
“Uhhhh…let me get back to you on that,” he replied uneasily, scratching at his brow thoughtfully and glared at his twin when Rath laughed at his discomfit, before grinning sheepishly. Actually, even with the evening’s theatrics, he still would love to have another child, but wisely kept quiet as he’d yet to talk to Liz.
“You and Liz are pregnant again? Are you two trying to single-handedly repopulate Roswell?” Max choked, his head whipping towards Michael and his eyes widened as the other man flushed and fidgeted. Shaking his head, he studied him contemplatively before muttering almost inaudibly. “Damn…that’d mean Ava won…”
“No, not pregnant,” Michael hastened, shooting a glance toward the door to make sure none of the women where lurking nearby and shrugged. “I was briefly thinking about it, but we haven’t actually discussed it yet. Just a fleeting thought because…”
“It’s that time…” the other three said in unison, snickering as they toasted Michael with their drinks, beer for Kyle and soda for the hybrids since their systems still couldn’t handle alcohol. Michael tossed them another grin, shrugging once more.
“Yeah, don’t say anything though,” he agreed, looking around nervously. As far as they knew, the women weren’t aware that, not only were the men in tune with their mates’ bodies, but also that of their brothers’ due to the complex web of connections and ties spanning the group. And they wanted to keep it that way, sparing their wives any potential embarrassment. “She’d kill me if everyone knew.”
“Well, we have the kids if you need some alone time,” Max teased, sharing a grin with his best friend and brother, his brow pinching momentarily as a thought came to mind, prompting him to ask. “So if you haven’t talked about it, why do they know?”
“Maria overheard his thoughts,” Rath explained, shrugging his shoulders and scratched his brow thoughtfully, wondering if the baby was displaying powers early or if Maria was finally getting more complex powers. She’d been able to do the basic, easier powers but hadn’t yet developed a unique power.
“New power?” Max asked, his brows quirking in surprise as they had figured that despite her healing after she lost the baby, she wouldn’t develop full, active powers since both Kyle and Liz came into their full powers a year and a half after being healed and it’d been three years since the miscarriage. But then again, she always did develop a bit different from the other two as evidenced by how long her and Rath’s bond lie dormant.
“Not sure if it’s hers or the baby’s yet” Rath admitted, turning to Max with a ‘your guess is as good as mine look,’ looking towards the door when he heard shuffling steps and he saw Michael’s face brighten as his head popped up, smirking when Liz came into view. “I guess we’ll find out in the next couple of weeks.”
“Keep us posted,” Max replied, clambering out of his chair and walking towards the door, squeezing Liz’s shoulder as he passed on his way into the house, knowing that his brother and wife would need a little privacy. Shaking his head, he went in search for his wife and had a feeling he was going to be losing a bet tonight.
“Hey daddy, the new mama’s looking for you,” Liz smiled, squeezing Max’s hand as it slid over her shoulder and sent a light, teasing smile over at Rath before turning to her husband with a smile and headed his way.
“Later guys,” Rath replied as he shoved off the railing, ruffling Liz’s hair as he passed to check on his wife and biting back a chuckle as he caught his brother’s absorbed, heated expression when Liz slid seductively into his lap. Alien hormones were such a bitch.
“Wait up, I’ll come with you,” Kyle called, climbing off the bench and hurrying after Rath, shooting a wary glance at Liz and Michael, not really wanting to be privy to another the couple’s ‘sessions,’ grimacing as their soft laughter chased him into the house. “I haven’t had a chance to hold my niece yet.”
“So, baby number five…” Liz drawled softly after they had left, looping her arms around his neck as she straddled his lap and leaned over to brush her lips over his, humming with pleasure when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. “You sure you want to go through that?”
“You know, Rath just asked the same question,” he teased, rubbing his nose against hers softly as he placed soft, sweet kisses over her lips as he dragged his fingers over the back of her neck softly, tangling them in the silky strands kissing her nape. “I don’t know, you going to pull a Maria on me.”
“Oh, I think I can refrain from zapping you into unconsciousness,” she snickered softly as she pressed her forehead to his, running her fingers through his shoulder-length waves, an ‘innocent’ smile sliding over her lips. “Remember, I’m the nice one.”
“Right,” he lofted dryly, cocking his brow in disbelief as he recalled her last birth, chuckling when she scowled at him playfully and he caressed her cheek softly, tipping her chin up so he could place a gentle kiss on her slightly pouting lips.
“So, Ava said she’d watch the kids tonight,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry as she slid her hands over his chest, enjoying the slight hitch in his breath when she toyed with the edge of his t-shirt, slipping her hands under the thin cotton to splay against warm, taut golden skin.
“Really?” he husked, a slight shudder rippling over his body as she drew abstract designs over his stomach and crushed her against him, trapping her hands against his body as he nipped at her bottom lip lightly, laving the sting away with the tip of his tongue.
“Uh huh…” she mumbled almost inaudibly as his mouth pressed to hers, a soft play of lips that deepened every time their mouths met, a slow progression of caresses that built in heat and intensity. Burying her hands into his hair she sighed as his lips slid over her jaw, tracing a hot path over the curve of her neck. “Think of anything you might want to do?”
“Well, Mrs. Guerin, I can think of one or two things,” he whispered, pulling back to rub his nose against hers, flashing her a wicked grin as he stared at the lake in the distance, nodding over to it, waggling his brows salaciously. “You up for a night under the stars.”
“I don’t know,” she demurred playfully, fixing him with a look of wide-eyed innocence as she toyed with a strand of her hair and chewed on her bottom lip, furrowing her brow thoughtfully, her eyes alight with mischief. “It gets kind of cold at night out here. I might need something to warm me up.”
“Oh, I think I’ve got you covered,” he murmured huskily, running his hands over her body softly, pulling her against him once again and captured lips, sliding his tongue between her lips to stroke hers languidly as he fused their mouths together. Drawing back, he grinned at her flushed cheeks and promised wickedly. “Just put yourself in my hands and I’ll take good care of you.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Mr. Guerin,” she whispered breathlessly between fevered kisses, her body humming under his skillful hands and lips, biting back a moan as heat pooled in her body, seeping into her blood and catching every nerve on fire, completely lost in the feel, scent and taste of him.
“You do that Mrs. Guerin,” he teased, gripping her around the waist as he got up, his body tightening as she slid down it. Grunting he walked them back towards the door, pinning her against wall and his strong frame, kissing her soundly before he snickered and pinned her with a mischievous glance.
“Wait…Michael…what are you doing?” she asked warily, shivering at the wicked light dancing in his eyes, squealing when he suddenly dipped, sliding his arm around the back of her knees and slung her over his shoulder. “Michael! Put me down!”
“Nothing doing, woman,” he snickered, stooping once more to grab the sleeping bag his brother had quietly set outside the door when they’d been otherwise occupied and turned, jogging down the steps quickly and headed toward the lake. “You’re mine tonight.”