As we exit the highway to the airport I look over at the sleeping wolf beside me. I gently pull into the hanger and get her out of the car, careful not to wake her up, and take her dress off before lifting her into an F-22 Raptor fighter jet. I put earmuffs over her ears and fire up the engines, taxing out to the runway and taking off. Once airborne, I invert the plane and set the autopilot. I reach behind me and take off Angela's earmuffs, gently shaking her awake. She blinks a few times before sitting upright and letting out a guttural scream.
"RICHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY THE HELL AM I UPSIDE DOWN??!!!!!!"
"Because I wanted to scare you." I set the plane upright again. "We are about three hours from Fiji."
"Ok, second question. Why am I naked?"
"Oh, I didn't think you would want to travel at the speed of sound in a tight space in that massive dress."
"Wait. You mean to tell me we are currently travelling at the speed of sound?"
"Yup." I hear a sound like a tap being turned on followed by Angela muttering to herself. "You want to come up here? They call it a cockpit for a reason."
"Are you seriously horny right now?"
"Lets just say that there are two joysticks that require operation in this jet currently."
"You, Mr. Crazy Fox, live up to your name."
"Why thank you dear. Also is that a no to coming up here with me?"
"For now."
"Aww man." A few hours pass and we see an island come into view. "Next stop, the island of Fiji."
"Finally."
I bring the plane into land and pull into a hangar. I open the cockpit and help Angela out of the jet and into a waiting car. Specifically, a Mercedes-Benz AMG C-63 6x6. "Don't worry. There are clothes in the car."
"Good."
"Although you won't be needing them for long."
"And why is that?"
"Because we will be relaxing on my private beach for the next month. That means a paradise for no one but us. In fact, it's not just a beach, but a whole section of forest too for us to explore."
"Now that actually sounds pretty damn lovely."
We drive across some coastal roads for a while before pulling up to a tropical villa perched on the beachside. I park the car and the both of us walk into the villa. "Now, we have two options. Either stay in tonight and begin tomorrow, or go out and enjoy the sunset now."
"I think you know what I want to do."
"Swimsuit?"
"What's that?" Angela then takes my underwear before bolting out the door, taking clothes off as she goes. I follow her at a steady jog and find her sitting in the sand, her paws being touched by the tide, watching the sunset on the horizon. I sit down next to her.
"Can we just not wear clothes this entire trip?"
"Fine by me."
"Oh, you also might want to clean your plane. I may have wet myself just a tiny bit."
"Got it." I wrap my arm around her and we watch the sunset together. Husband and wife. Finally together.
We wake up on the beach the next morning. Angela turns to me. "Ughhh. What happened last night?"
"Well, I remember the sun going down, you turning to me with that look in your eyes, I got stiff, and then everything else is a blur."
"I'm just surprised that we didn't drown sleeping so close to the sea."
"Agreed." My stomach growls. "Now let's get some breakfast." I help Angela inside and together we get down some Cheerios.
"So, what do you want to do today dear?"
"Mmmm, how about climb a tree."
"That's it? Climb a tree? We are in a literal private paradise and you want to climb a tree."
"Climb a tree... and maybe mess around in it."
"Now that is a plan I can get behind." We finish breakfast and leave the villa, running into the neverending tropical forest, looking for a tree to climb. At long last, we find one. Its big and sturdy, and has enough branches to hold the both of us aloft. I climb up to the middle of the tree before looking down to help Angela, only to find her clutching her stomach and moaning.
"Are you trying to live the moment down there or what?"
"No, my stomach hurts. Like, really badly."
"Oh, then let's get you back to the villa."
"No, I'm fine. I'll be right back, I need to get something." She runs off and comes back a few minutes later, holding a small device.
"Shouldn't you do that in a bathroom or something?"
"What, embarrassed to see me take a test?"
"No, I guess not." I avert my eyes anyways. She takes the test and looks at the result before taking a hard sit at the bottom of the tree. "What is it honey?"
"How do you feel about another little kit?"
"Wait, you mean we're having another kid?"
"Yup."
I jump from the tree and land in front of her. "Seriously?!"
She looks at me, a smile on her face. "Yup. This is now a family of four."
I wrap her in an intense hug. "This time, I hope it's a girl."
"Sounds great to me."
TIME WARP!!!!
"Well they look very healthy." Dr. Gilderoy turns to us and smiles. "But I do have some news."
"Well is it good or bad?" I ask.
"That depends." She turns to Angela. "Dear, have you noticed any early fetal movement? Excessive weight gain? Other odd symptoms that you didn't experience during your last pregnancy?"
"Actually, yes. I have."
I interject, "What does this all mean? What news do you have?"
"You two might want to prepare for a family of five, because you're going to be having twins."
"TWINS!!!!!" Dr. Gilderoy looks at me.
"Yes dear. Twins. A boy and a girl."
"Richard, dear, are you going to be ok?"
" Yea, yea. I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Yup. Completely sure." We finish up the checkup and leave the office, arriving home a little while later. "Well, I had better get to work on a third crib."
"Are you sure you're going to be ok?"
"Yea. I just didn't expect to have three kids."
"Ok. Just know I'm here too." She kisses me on the cheek before walking over to the fridge. I walk down to the wood shop and begin work on the furniture. A few hours later I hear Angela run down the hall and knock on the door so hard I thought she might break it. "Come in."
"OMYGODRICHARDIWASJUSTPLAYINGWITHJAMESANDHESTARTEDTOWALKTOMEANDAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
"Whoa, whoa, slow down honey." She takes a few deep breaths. "Now, what happened with James?"
"I was playing with him in the living room and when I turned around he had crawled off. So I told him to come back and he turned around and started walking toward me."
"Seriously?!" I sprint out of the wood shop and down the hall, into the living room. "Where is he?"
"On the couch."
I find James sitting contently on the couch and I pick him up, holding him in my arms. "I just heard that you took some steps today, is that right?"
"Ba."
"Do you want to show daddy?" He nods his head. I set him on the floor and walk a few feet away. "Angela, get the camera."
"Already got it."
"The right camera?"
"Yes, I got the kids camera, not our camera."
"Alright James, show me whatcha got big boy." I motion for him to come to me. Slowly, and with some wobbling, he stands and and waddles to me. "Yay, you did it! I'm so proud of you." I turn to Angela. "Did you get it all?" "Yup. You, James, and that terr- I mean adorable baby voice of yours."
I look back at James. "Oh, you're growing up so fast already."
"Yp."
I look at him, then at Angela, eyes wide. "Keep filming." I look at James. "What was that buddy?"
"Yp. Yup."
"O my god, Angela, he said his first word!" "Jesus. I'm excited too but you sound like a Barbie doll."
"Whatever."
"Yup." "See, even he agrees with me." Angela rolls her eyes.
"Are we really considering yup a word?"
"Yup" I say in unison with James. "Also, have you noticed his fur? It's really starting to come in thick."
"I have. And I think it's so pretty. It looks like he got most of your mother's fur, with a little bit of mine."
"And he got my good looks."
"I wouldn't call them good. More like withstandable. So if he really did get your looks, he's in for a rough time."
"Hey, I got you didn't I?"
"I married you because I like you, not because of how you look, shorty."
"I'm six foot."
"And I'm six five."
All of a sudden, the doorbell rings. "Did you invite someone?"
"No, you?"
"Nope." I open the door to my parents standing there with balloons and flowers and a few bags in their hands. "SURPRISE!"
"Mom! Dad! What are you doing here?"
"Oh we figured we would come by for a bit and help with James, considering the new one on the way."
"Wait, how did you find out so fast?"
"Mother's intuition. Also, Angela kept me updated." She lets herself into the house, my father following her. "Nice job kid." He says as he pats me on the shoulder.
"Thanks." I close the door and motion for everyone to sit on the couch. My mother pipes up first.
"So, tell me. Is it a boy or a girl?"
Angela and I exchange a look. "Well, it's both."
"Both, how is it both? Ah, have you been drinking missy?"
"What?! No!"
"Its twins mom. One boy and one girl."
"Oh. That makes sense." Maddox slaps his forehead. "Well congratulations. Have you thought of names yet."
"That was all up to him this time around." Angela points to me.
"Oh, well, I like the names Krystal and Jack."
"Wait, Krystal with a K,or a C?"
"With a K."
"Isn't that a stripper name?"
"Joe!"
"What? I'm just asking."
"She's fine Dad, that's what everyone says."
Angela puts her hand on my thigh. "Well I quite like it honey. Afterall, you married a stripper."
All three of us turn to face her. "Well, ex-stripper."
"You are so full of secrets."
"I know."
I turn back to my parents. "Well, you know where the guest room is. Feel free to make yourselves at home."