"June, dear, hold baby," Rose muttered, hurrying forward.

As per Herbie's constant pressuring, she was slowly letting other people hold and care for Parker. It wasn't, however, natural for her. So despite her instructions to her youngest daughter to hold the baby, she continued clutching him tightly as she moved the boys in the act.

"You have to count, bo-"

"Mama," June interrupted, holding her arms out for her younger brother.

"In a minute, June," she waved one hand dismissively, instinctively rocking her son as he cooed up at her, his tiny fingers fisting in her blouse. "Boys, how do you expect the act to be ready for the audition if you don't count?"

"Mama, you're still holding Parker," Louise offered, smiling indulgently as she took her baby brother from her mother and started cooing happily.

"Wh-Oh. Thank you, Louise, honey," she smiled at her eldest before turning to the blonde. "June, why didn't you tell me? What if I had started to demonstrate a dance step! Baby could've gotten hurt! Louise, dear, give baby to me." She stretched her arms out to take Parker back and he squealed in delight as she clutched him against her breast protectively, cooing down at him, "Yes! Mama knows! Yes she does!"


"Herbie! Thank God you're here!" She threw up one arm as she started towards her husband. "This is atrocious. June is out of practice and so are the boys. The only one who knows what to do is Louise! She's been right by my side all day helping me take care of baby."

"Rose, you didn't," Herbie laughed, shaking his head. He kissed her forehead before leaning down and placing a scratchy kiss to Parker's forehead. "Honey, I thought you weren't gonna start up with the act till Parker was older."

"Well, I wasn't going to, honey. But if June's gonna headline on Broadway, she needs to be rehearsing again.- Louise, dear, get me a fresh diaper? And, June! Come hold your brother for me! I need to talk to Herbie!"

June obediently came over, her arms stretched out, as she sighed bitterly. Louise hurried to the baby bag in the other room.

"Herbie, we simply have to get June lessons. I can't do everything I used to for her and care for baby. And since I don't have the time, she needs proper lessons. I mean, this act with the boys? The boys are so out of practice that it's just horri- June!" Rose hurried away mid-sentence, scooping her crying baby boy out of her blonde daughter's arms. "June, you have to mind his head! Shhh, baby, it's okay! Mama's got you now!"

Parker stopped crying almost the exact second his mother's arms encompassed him.

"June, what did you do to Baby?- Yes! Mama's big boy!- Boys, you can go. That'll be all for today. Thank y- Louise! Thank you, honey! Could you take your brother to Herbie? Tell him he needs changing," she nodded, reluctantly handing her son off to his oldest sister before turning back to the blonde.

"June, what is wrong with you? You don't count, you don't sing out… And I don't know what you're doing to your brother, but you will stop it this instant."

"Mama! I didn't do anything!" June argued, stamping her foot, childishly.

"I don't wanna hear it. Baby wouldn't cry for no reason," Rose started turning away, looking over at where Herbie was changing Parker. "Herbie and I are going to have a very long talk tonight, June. Now I want you to go home and go to your room. I don't want to see you out of your room again all night, do you understand?"

"But Mama-!"

But Rose was already walking away from her blonde daughter, scooping her son from his father's arms and cooing to him.

"Rose, I thought we talked about this," Herbie started, trying to sound scolding despite his amusement.

"You did hold him. And change him. I'm letting other people hold him. I'm not clinging," she cooed all of this to the baby in her arms, her nose brushing his as she scrunched her face up playfully. He wrapped his tiny fingers around her bottom lip, smiling gleefully as she made popping noises with her lips around his fingers. Gently pulling his hand from her face, she smiled down, "What? What? Mama's big boy!" She planted a kiss to his forehead before looking back at her husband. "Lord only knows why I let June hold him. I mean, she must pinch him or something! He cries every time! I don't know what is going on with that girl."

"I'm sure June doesn't pinch him," he started diplomatically, slinging the diaper bag over his shoulder before wrapping an arm around her waist. "I just… I think he senses how uneasy she is with him."

"Why's she uneasy?" Rose demanded, turning in his arms. "What's she got to be uneasy about?"

"Well, she's not the baby anymore and-"

"So? That doesn't give her the right to make Baby cry!"

"That's what I mean, honey. 'Baby' used to mean her."

She sighed in irritation, "Still doesn't make it right for her to make our little boy cry."

"Yes, dear," Herbie responded automatically, guiding her towards the door. "What did you want to talk about, though?"

"It's about June," she started.

"Not about her making Parker cry," he started, his voice carrying something that was almost scolding.

"No. I think we need to send her to a proper acting school. And dance. I just… I can't coach her like I did before. I don't have the time, Herbie. I don't have the energy."

"I know. But we don't have the money for a school like that, Rosie. We just don't," he leaned down and gently kissed her red curls.

"So June gets pushed to the wayside? Herbie, she has talent. She could really go places. We have to… Find some way to make it happen," she pleaded, leaning against him more as they walked. The fingers of her free hand were tightly gripping his lapel.

"Okay, Rosie… We'll- We'll try," he nodded, running his hand gently up her back.

"Herbie," she scolded, throwing her legs over the side of the bed and standing up.

"Shhh," he soothed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.

"We can't."

"Why not?" he breathed, his breath hot in her ear.

"The girls… And-and P-Parker," she stuttered, fighting her instinct. She tried to step away again, a groan escaping her when he ran one hand over her stomach and between her thighs to tease her through the fabric of her skirt and panties. "Herbie."

He ran his other hand up her stomach, giving her breast a playful squeeze and making her nearly melt in his arms. He kissed her gently below her ear, his tongue gliding over her skin and making her pant.

"St-stop, Herbie. We can't," she whimpered, rolling her hips against his as her hands covered his. Her stomach flipped, sending liquid heat pounding between her thighs.

"They're staying at your father's for the night," he whispered. "I dropped them off while you were taking your nap."

"Oh, God," she breathed, turning in his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. She tiptoed, pressing her lips to his and kissing him hungrily as she forced him backward. She ran her palms up his chest, pushing his customary suit jacket from his arms before her fingers were pulling at the bowtie.

"Rose, shhh… Calm down, honey. There's no rush. We have all night," he chuckled, his hands resting at her waist.

"I know. And I wanna get started now," she pushed him into a lying position on the bed, straddling his hips as she tore his shirt open. She leaned down, pressing her plump lips to his stomach and starting to leave a trail of hot kisses up his chest. "I want you now," she breathed, her voice husky, as she licked up his chest and ground her hips against his. "God, months at a time is way too long."


"But," she sang, smirking. "I can think of something that's just. Long. Enough." She ran her palms down his chest until her fingertips grazed his length.

She squealed happily when he rolled them over, kissing her hungrily as he started to peel her clothing off her.

"Oh, my Rosie... You're such a tease," he growled, her skirt and blouse tossed aside as he pressed heated kisses to neck.

Rose raised her knee, letting it purposefully brush against him as she pulled his mouth back to her own. "No I'm not," she told him, her voice a teasing sing-song. "Teasing implies I won't follow through." She rolled them back over, clawing at his belt as she kissed him hungrily.

"You just like making me squirm," he choked out, his palms running up her back before starting on her bra.

"You like it too," she accused, huffing. She rolled them over again, unable to move his pants while he was beneath her. The fingers of one hand pushed insistently at his waistband as those of her other hand curled in his hair. "God, Herbie... Now. I need you now."

"No," Herbie answered, his features strong. "You wanted to tease, so..." he trailed off, running his hand down her bare stomach slowly before kissing her neck. She whimpered loudly in response, almost turning to jelly when he nipped playfully below her earlobe. "My delicate, little Rosie, who thinks it's fun to tease..."

She pulled his mouth to hers, both her hands at his cheeks as she kissed him hungrily, groaning lightly into the kiss. "God, Herbie," she repeated, her voice desperate. "Take me now." She choked back a whimper when two of his fingers invaded her, caressing her before running over her clit and then back to her entrance. "Please," she managed, her back just slightly arching.

He added another finger, thrusting them into her and making her gasp as he started a steady pace that had her nearly mewling beneath him as she dug her nails into his neck. "Come on, Rosie. Tell me what you need," he whispered against her neck.

"M-more," she managed, throwing her head back.

God, she missed this. Months at a time was way too long. And breastfeeding had kept her sex-drive hovering just below where it had been while she was pregnant, which was little help. No, now she wanted sex but there wasn't time for it. Not with Parker and Louise and June. Not with the act. Not with Herbie's full-time job.

He added a fourth finger, stretching her and making her whimper desperately. She threw one arm around his neck, pulling his mouth back to hers again and kissing him deeply. She slid her right hand between them, slipping it past his waistband to curl her fingers around his length, making him gasp into their kiss.

"Please," she managed, whispering into his mouth. She knew he heard. It didn't matter that her voice had been swallowed in his hot mouth. He'd heard. "Please, honey. Take me."

He tore his pants and boxers off himself, throwing them behind him before doing the same with her panties. He pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss, guiding his length into her until he filled her.

"Herbie!" she gasped, tossing her head back as her muscles squeezed around him, climaxing around him.


"Again," she choked out, wrapping her legs around his waist. She whimpered as she rocked her hips against his, her eyelids fluttering in response. Her plump lips and skilled tongue ran up and down his neck, sucking between her whimpers of pleasure.

He smiled lovingly, pressing a kiss to her temple, "Honey, y-"

"Please, Herbie," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she pulled his mouth to her own. "I-I miss you. I miss this."

"Shh, darling; I'm here. I'll always be here, Rosie," he soothed, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

"I love you, Herbie," she whispered, cupping his cheeks. She squeezed him between her thighs, her breath catching and her eyelids fluttering. "Herbie..."

"I love you too, my Rose," he promised, moving inside her slowly again according to her leading movements. He kissed her again, his tongue dancing with hers between the desperate breaths she was taking, each accented with a small moan of pleasure.

"Ah-ahhhh-" she groaned loudly, one her hands falling to his shoulder as the other tangled in his hair. "Her-b-b-b-bieee..."

"Oh, my Rose..." He was nearly growling, his thrusts uneven now as he neared his own peak.

"G-g-g-oh my-" She was trembling beneath him, her mouth searching for his as she panted and moaned desperately.

"I love you, Rosie," Herbie repeated, his breath hot in her ear as he growled his release.

"Herbie!" she squealed, using her grip on his hair to force his mouth to her own as she sighed and whimpered through her climax.

He rolled off her, hugging her tight to him as their fiery bodies cooled, both their breathing labored and forced.

"What- time- do you- have to- get the kids?" she panted, nuzzling contently.

"After-" he yawned, "breakfast." He pressed a kiss to her mussed red curls.

"Can we cuddle? And sleep? And-and go-" she yawned as well, burying her face against him, "go again before we go get them? I just—Just a few hours of sleep? And then again? Okay?" Her voice was thick with sleep, telling him she was already half asleep.

"Whatever you want, honey," he promised, squeezing her.

"Just a few hours," she repeated, yawning as she nuzzled against him.