What’s cooking?

Steve nudged Mille. When she looked his way he nodded his head toward Andy who was happily bouncing Brook on his hip as he worked.

"To think you were angry with me for hiring him. Brookie loves him to death."

"I see that "she smiled. "It’s not that I didn’t like him, Steve. You hired him without asking me. I thought this was a partnership, that’s all."

"It is, Mil but he walked in at the right time and I didn’t want to lose him and I sure made a good decision, right?"

Millie gave in to him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed his nose before admitting it. "Yeah you sure did. I really like him and he is good with Brook. He actually has her rather distracted right now…if you get my drift." She raised a knee between his legs to remind him, drawing it upward she gave the boys a soft nudge.

"Millie." Steve scolded her in a whisper. "Not now."

"Why?" she replied

"Brook, Andy, you know?"

They both turned their heads to look at the young man and their little girl.

Andy must have sensed their eyes on him as he looked in their direction. His brow knitted for a moment but then he sensed what was going on. He showed them both that winsome smile and nudged his head. "Go on then. Me and Brook will have some tucker." Bouncing her up and down to make her giggle he said "Ain’t that right little princess?"

Oh Uncle Andy, keep it up and I’ll puke right here and now.

By the time Andy turned to look again, Steve and Millie were gone. Brook looked in the same direction too.

Are they at it again? Course I have no idea what that means but something tells me they are at it again.

Andy set her down in her high chair and handed her a spoon which she promptly threw as far as she could with an uttered "Ptoooh!"

"You little monkey!"

Meantime, Millie and Steve were running toward their room. "This has to be quick, Steve."

"Why. Brook is in good hands." he stumbled around trying to get out of his trousers. Millies shirt was part way over her head and she replied all muffled from it.

"Cause I have to help with the dinner service."

"No you don’t."

"Yes I do."

"No you don’t" he replied more firmly as he helped her out of her stuck shirt.

"Yes…" she kissed him. "I…." She kissed him again. "Do…" She kissed him again but this time he didn’t let her go. Their lips welded together as they spun around, banging shins and the likes off the frame of the bed before they fell into the thick pillow topped mattress.

Their playful little argument ended as a blanket of love filled lust covered them.

"I love you so much, Millie."

"God I love you too, Steve."

It was all fine and dandy until the right corner of their big ass bed crashed to the ground. The couple slide head first down toward the floor as gravity did what Newton said it would.

"Oh my God!" Milles looked toward the floor as it quickly approached. Steve though, didn’t miss a beat.

"Never mind, we’ll be make love on the floor."

"We can’t"

"We can."

"No we can’t"

"Yes we can."

Rolling off the cockeyed edge of the bed, he kept his arms around her and brought her down to the floor with him. He gently turned her to her back, cradling her shoulders as he did. Looking down into her eyes he said

"See?" then he kissed her.

"Yes, yes yes !" she replied against his demanding lips.

So they made love right there on the floor. Three minutes in Steve began to groan.

"Oh baby,..I’m…."

"You can’t" she answered him breathlessly

"I can" he replied urgently.

"You can’t!" she responded again but made no physical effort to stop him.

"Why?" he groaned as he got to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"No, no, no…" she called out with a passionate sigh.

"Yes, yes , yes" he responded with a grunt , a groan and then…it happened.

Moments passed as they basked in the afterglow of it all before Millie finally spoke.

"Oh, Steve, You did!"

"Uh huh." He nuzzled his sweaty face into her breasts. "Whydjatrytostopme?"

"Because, we forgot something."

He lifted his head and looked down into her eyes. Seeing the look in them he had to ask."

"What did we forget?"

"I’ll give you a hint. Achilles."

Steve thought for a moment but it really didn’t register. "We forgot Brad Pitt?"

"No silly. You know….Hector."

"Hector? I don’t get it."

"Come on Steve. Achilles and Hector were what?"

"In the movie, Troy."

"Right, she replied. And they were….?"

"Trojans?"

"Bingo."

"We forgot the Trojans? I went off the pill remember?"

"Ah yes, Trojans, like the Trojan horse and all that and like the brand of con…dumb..UH-OH."