Several hours later, after the final romp in the bathroom, Sayuri and Kyle were in the kitchen. Sayuri was wearing Kyle's shirt while Kyle was only in his pajama bottoms.
She took the piping hot mug of hot chocolate with thanks and they went to the living room. She snuggled next to him on the sofa as they had their drink.
"I never thought I'd be a parent who would dump their kids on their parent just so I can have sex freely with my wife," Kyle mused.
The living room filled with Sayuri's laughter, "Wouldn't that be something within your contemplation, considering the places you've had to soundproof?"
"That, my dear," Kyle drawled, "Is because you have such a filthy mouth."
"Which you adore," Sayuri countered.
"Which I adore," Kyle agreed, kissing her.
He placed one hand on her stomach, stroking it, and said, "I can't believe we're going to have another one."
