Just a heads up. This is with one of my OCs.

Evy opened the door to her and her husband's home. Nothing was going right for her today. she was sick. People were acting like jerks or dumb blones. She was most frustrated because the only person she liked at worked was her friend, Natalie, who was on holiday in California.

She walked into the parlor with little on her mind, except to get this dress off. It was around 8 in the evening and business casual was the worst.

John was sitting on the couch, talking to someone on the phone, while her kids, Lavender and Michael watched 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' on the television.

"Hey, baby." John said hanging up the phone.

"Hey." She said, trying her best not to sound exhausted.

"The kids are going to Bonham's house for a sleepover all this weekend." His quiet voice always calmed Evy down.

The door knocked and it opened, with John Bonham standing there. "Who's ready for some fun?" He bellowed. The kids ran to him, hugging him. He picked up Lavender, and lifted her onto her shoulders. Michael was smiling.

"Thanks for doing this, man." Jonesy said.

"No problem. It's going to be fine. A win win, you get to have some alone time and we get the kids."

"Call us if you need anything. And here's the kids clothes." He handed him a bag.

"Bye, bye, mommy and daddy." Michael and Bella said.

"See ya." John Bonham drove away with the kids.

"Now, back to you-" John Paul said. Evy had her eyes closed, laying down on the couch. Jonesy chuckled. He laid down next to her on the couch, snuggling up to her. She looked beautiful, her glasses askew, her makeup smudged, showing her real face.

Her eyes fluttered open. Jonesy snuggled closer to her. She smiled, looking down at him. He had a sleepy smirk on his lips. He still looked as cute as the day she met him.

"I love you" John said, kissing Evy's lips, tenderly.

He placed kisses on Evy's jawbone, down her neck and then back up to her lips again, a more desire in the kiss. Jonesy picked her up bridal style, carrying her to their bedroom.

He dropped her onto the bed with a soft oomph, after she took off her dress and bra.

"Here, love." John threw her one of his many undershirts. She put it on and laid back on the maroon sheets.

She glanced around the room, as though something had changed. Nothing did. The east wall was still covered in a carpet and the door to the bathroom was still a tan with a dark brown frame.

John slid into bed next to her, holding her. He rubbed Evy's hip with his thumb. She start to become relaxed, hummed a familiar tune of Going To California. John smiled against her neck as he kissed it. "Relax, love."

She said, "I don't think I can sleep tonight."

"So, you wanna-," before he could finish his sentence her lips were on his. His lips were soft and abnormally warm.

She moaned in his moan, as the kiss got a bit hotter. He kissed a bit harder, started into grind his hips against hers.

Something happened then Jonesy never expected to happen. They stopped after a minute of making out. They pressed their foreheads together. She panted, odd. She could spend hours doing this.

"John, please stop. I'm pregnant." Her voice was tired.

"I love you," he said as they pecked lips, and hugged his wife.