Greg was stretched out on his bed, with Cinnamon, the family dog, by his side. "Mom's late again, but she'll be home soon," he said calmly. Cinnamon whimpered softly and curled up beside him. "I agree, girl," Greg sighed. Moments later, the front door opened. Greg quickly sat up, and Cinnamon jumped up too. “Mom's home! Or we're getting robbed, but probably Mom,” Greg said excitedly as he hurried out of the room.

Natasha barely had time to shut the front door before Greg came barreling towards her and put his arms around her. “You're late, but I forgive you,” Greg said before kissing her forehead.

“By five minutes,” Natasha giggled.

“That's nearly an hour!” Natasha laughed and blushed at Greg's excited energy he had whenever she returned home. “Where are the kids?”

“They're out for a little while so we can have a little time together. If you know what I mean,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh no,” Natasha said, wiggling out of his embrace. “I'm sore. I'm taking a shower and going to bed.”

“But honey,” Greg whined, following behind her as she went upstairs, “how am I going to know how many times Anton called me a simp?” Natasha's head tilted back as she laughed loudly. “About six and he proposed too.” “Again? See? You're filled with all kinds of gossip,” Greg said, pulling her close once they reached the top of the stairs.

“I'm filled with more than that,” Natasha groaned, pulling away. She went into the bedroom and slipped out of her dress and Greg continued to pursue her. “Hmm, what else are you filled with?” His hand wrapped around her and settled between her legs.

“Baby…,” she softly moaned, “I'm going to pass out before I get a shower.” “Then, let's get you in the shower,” he whispered.