Roger invited four of the boys and their spouses (if they had any... so far it was only Freddie and John who were taken) to a warm cottage retreat on the Cornish coast overlooking a beautiful, bluewatered cove and on the outskirts of Sennen village. It wasn't far from where he grew up in Truro, and it was big and spacious enough to house several people with a steep garden, a pool, and a private path down to the beach.

"You two get this room," Roger opened the door for Freddie and Monica to another suite with a Queen size bed. "The Deacons have occupied the other big one. It's only fair... but where am I gonna take my one night stands?"

The couple laughed as they carried their bags into the room.

"Isn't this nice?" Monica walked up to the window to look out at the Cornish views.

"Very" Freddie said as Roger shut the door behind him and left.

But something blue and glistening caught her eye as she peered out to the sunny garden below.

"There's a pool?!" She suddenly questioned in shock.

"Oh yes." He said, unfolding some of his clothes. "And a hot tub and everything. It's the English Riviera, my dear."

"Ohh shit..." she murmured as he walked up to join her. "I didn't bring my swimsuit."

He grinned mischievously, "maybe you can skinnydip instead" and she felt him hug her from behind.

"No chance..." she said straightforwardly before trailing off.

"Huh?" He looked over in slight disappointment.

"No chance... in broad daylight." She smirked, and then she felt him smirk back.

"You know, I don't think I remember packing my trunks either." He kissed her neck a little. "perhaps our only option is a little midnight swim."

She giggled, and suddenly there was a knock on their door.

"I'll get it dear," he sighed and pecked her lips before heading towards the door. "Coming!"

It was John, "hey Freddie..."

"Deaky, you alright?"

"Yeah, uhm, you and Monica wouldn't mind doing Veronica and I a small favour, would you?" He twitched his thumbs shyly.

"I don't think so. What is it?" Fred asked.

"Well, her and I were planning to go out for dinner in the village tonight. We-We were hoping you and Monica could watch Robert?"

"Uhh, couldn't Roger or Brian do it?" Freddie said a bit hesitantly, and Monica who heard their conversation walked over to the doorway and held his hand, sensing he needed some reassurance. He wasn't the best at babysitting, he once admitted to her before.

"I asked them... but Brian has to take Roger to the pub and drive him home again," John rolled his eyes. "We'll be home before nine anyway..." he leaned over to Freddie and quietly said, now red-faced, "we're... we're trying for another."

"Oooh!!" Freddie smirked and chortled, secretly hoping she'd say no. "Fair enough so. Monica, love, are you alright with that?"

"We'll do it" Monica smiled at his side.

"Oh thank you." John sighed in relief. "Thank you both."

"It's alright." Freddie patted his back. "You must both be very busy."

"Well, we're leaving at seven," he smiled at ease now, stepping out of the room. "I think that the other two will be leaving at eight."

"No problem, Deaky. You and Veronica go and have a good night... get in the mood for your baby-making."

Monica giggled as John blushed and turned away with gratitude, and Freddie shut the door.

"Bloody hell..." he groaned, his feet dragging him to the bed.

"What's wrong?" Monica sat down next to him, and he flopped down and laid back.

"I don't know a bloody thing about babysitting..." he reached over and held her hand. "I'm sure if I got to see Kash a lot more when she was a baby I'd be more confident about this."

"Don't worry about it... Robert is great kid. I'm sure he will be no trouble." She stroked his hand with her thumb.

"He is a lovely boy." He smiled a little. "But, I just feel so awkward around children and babies, that's all."

"But you're great with children and babies!" Monica reached up and rubbed his head.

"You have no idea how hard I have to work to be comfortable around them." He looked up at her.

"Oh yes?"

"...and how hard I have to work to stay composed around you!" He laughed wickedly and sprang at her, and she squealed as he jumped on her with laughter.

"Save all this for-for later!" She laughed as he kissed her cheek repeatedly.

"Oh alright," he rolled off of her and sighed. "But I only ask of you one more thing..."

She looked over, "Oh?"

He sat up gently with a cunning smirk and before she knew it he pretended to fall and face-planted into her boobs.

"Baby!" She squeaked as he giggled and nuzzled her chest.

"Mmm lovely..." he groaned a little as he sat back up and got off the bed, but Monica got her back on him and slapped his ass when he wasn't looking.

"Ooh! Hey!" He turned back around.

"Saving it for later! I promise!" She giggled and held her hands up in defence, and he just sighed and shook his head.

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"Promise mummy and daddy you'll be a good boy for Monica and Freddie?" Veronica was standing at the doorway with John by her side and Robert on her hip.

"Yep!" The three year old nodded as Monica beamed.

"And you'll go to bed when you're told?" John pinched his cheek as the boy shook his head, and Freddie giggled uneasily.

"Robert?" His mother said a little sternly.

"Yeah!" He said quickly, and they all laughed.

"Thank you both so much for doing this." She handed her son over to Monica carefully.

"My pleasure," Veronica propped the boy up into her waiting arms. "You two go have fun."

"Thanks" John smiled as he opened the door for his wife and leaned over to kiss the boy's head. "Have fun, little man."

Veronica waved a cheery goodbye to her boy, and the two left.

"Roger and Bri are setting up a barbecue out the back," Monica smiled at him. "Would you like some burgers and sausages? There's gonna be lots left over here for us... Brian doesn't like them you see" and she heard Freddie chuckle behind her.

Robert immediately smiled and nodded shyly as she giggled, and Freddie silently followed them out to the patio.

"Well look who we have here!" Roger called from the barbecue, turning tongs in hand and a striped apron around his waist, with his aviators on.

Brian lifted his head and nodded at the three as he chopped up some vegetables at a separate table, wrinkling his nose at the smell of the cooking meat.

"Why don't you get a plate?" Roger smiled at the boy as Monica set him onto the ground, and he nodded and ran over to the dining table to get one.

"I'll just get him his sipping cup" she whispered to Fred as she walked past and back into the house, and he nodded and awkwardly sat down on one of the outdoor chairs at the table.

"Roger?" The boy asked as he reached up and handed his plate up to him.

"Yes, buddy?" Roger plopped a few sausages onto his plate.

"Where do burgers come from?"

"Cows" Roger squirted some ketchup onto the plate, and Freddie giggled from where he sat.

"How do burgers come out of cows?" He pressed on, looking up at him with big eyes.

"Uuuhhhhm..." Roger didn't know how to talk about slaughterhouses and to a very small child.

"They poo them out." Brian smirked, and Freddie covered his mouth and did his best not to laugh.

"What?!" Robert looked up scared as Roger scoffed jokingly.

"Stop, you two! You're bullying the poor boy!" Freddie said.

"Only joking," Brian laughed and bent down with a big bowl of what he had just finished preparing. "They come from the meat of cows, which is beef. Would you like some lettuce?"

The boy nodded, and Roger handed his plate over to Brian and let him scoop some greens out.

Monica came back out, Robert's sippie cup in hand, and the little boy rushed over from the table to get his drink.

"It's orange juice. Your mummy tells me that you love it very much." She rubbed his head as he nodded happily and gulped it down immediately, and from his chair Freddie couldn't help but smile at her.

He patted the chair next to him, and she came over and sat down as he slung his arm around it.

"Burger, you two?" Roger asked, and they nodded.

"Are you not going to eat the vegetables?" Monica asked Robert, noticing that the salad was pushed to the side.

"No." The boy crossed his arms, and she shook her head with a kind smile and pulled the boy onto her lap and his plate over to hers.

"Oh, but you'll need plenty of these..." she reached over and took his fork, and pronged it through the salad. "These will make you grow big and strong."

"Like Brian" Freddie added.

"Can I be tall like you one day?" Robert asked excitedly as he looked over, and Brian nodded and giggled.

"Maybe this magic sauce will make them taste delicious... much nicer to eat" he opened a small bottle of dressing and poured it over the salad.

"Magic sauce?" Robert looked up at him as Monica giggled, and Brian nodded.

"That's right. It's called dressing." He smiled. "Try it now and see."

Monica took some onto his fork, and Robert obediently opened his mouth for her to feed him.

"Well? That better?" Brian asked, and the boy nodded as he munched as all the adults clapped and cheered.

"If you eat all of this I will let you have an ice cream for dessert." Monica said.

"Ice cream ice cream!!" He babbled excitedly, and he began shovelling it into his mouth, much to the adults' amusement.

"You're good at this" Freddie leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Oh, uhm, thanks," she blushed a little as she wiped Robert's mouth with a napkin. "I had to look after my nephews for a week back home when they were his age."

"They both the same age?" He whispered again, curious.

She nodded " yes, they're twins."

"Oh... I remember you telling me that... you said twins run in your family, right?

"Yes. My mum was a twin," she bounced the boy on her knee gently. "And so were her uncles."

"Right..." he smiled uneasily, for the idea of two babies at once made him shudder inside.

That feeling changed, however, as the night progressed. But back to the present...

Robert suddenly grabbed and lettuce leaf, crawled off Monica's lap and onto Freddie's lap, much to his surprise.

"Bunny!" He giggled and reached up to his mouth, stuffing the lettuce leaf in between his lips.

The other two stood at their stations laughing as Monica giggled.

"Uhh, thank you my dear boy... how kind" he blushed as he pulled the leaf out gently and took a bite out of it, causing Robert to point at his teeth and shout his new nickname at him again.

"He's right, Fred," Roger giggled. "I never thought about it before but you do look like a rabbit when you eat lettuce."

"It's true," Monica smiled. "Adorable too."

He blushed more as she patted his cheek and stood up with the boy gently on her hip, and inspected his almost empty plate, "Are you finished now?

He nodded.

"Good job." Brian reached his arm down. "Monica can you hand me his plate please?"

She nodded and passed it over, "I think this deserves an ice cream. Let's go to the freezer."

"Yahh!" He squealed in her arms as she made her way, leaning down to plant a kiss on Freddie's head as she walked past.

"You're doing great!" Roger murmured to him when Monica was out of sight.

"I didn't say a bloody thing!" He hissed. "And what if we have twins? Triplets, sextuplets even! We're doomed!"

"Nonsense!" Brian sipped his drink. "You're fine. Just see how the rest of the evening progresses."

He sighed and nodded, "oh alright..."

Half an hour later, by the time their stomachs had digested their dinner and the sun was low in the sky and over the sea, they had changed into their swimming costumes and went out to the pool deck. Roger and Brian were doing lengths as Freddie sat on the sun bed at the side and watched.

"You want to ride on my back?" Monica asked as Robert shyly dangled his feet into the water.

"I don't know" he looked at the deep water.

"I won't let you sink." She said, holding her arms out.

He lifted his head, "Promise?"

She nodded and turned around in the water, allowing him to slip into the water and climb onto her back, strapping his short arms around her as she reached behind and held his legs.

"You ready?" She asked. "I won't let you sink, okay?"

He nodded, and she started to paddle up and down. Freddie had watched for the past minute and the entire time Robert was in the pool with her. And he couldn't help but notice how motherly she had been. He had never seen that side of her before, but he knew it was one he wanted to see more of. Throughout, he thought, and he thought hard.

There were things he'd miss out but why not? Of course he'd be held down but there were still positive aspects. Just look at John and Veronica, he thought, they seemed very happy the way they were. If he didn't take the chance he'd probably regret it all his life. He couldn't think of any reasons not to. With Monica he was in the perfect place. He had a few bumps along the way, but with her he felt more than ready.

He wanted a baby.

"It's eight o clock now, Robert," Brian checked his watch sitting on his Sun bed, towel in hand. "Your parents want you in bed now."

He nodded, and Monica swam over to the edge, intending to dry him and take him up, but Freddie, who felt that he had not participated very much with babysitting, had stepped in.

"I'll take him up" Freddie stretched his arms down to her as the boy climbed onto the tiled deck.

"Thanks, love" she said as he scooped him up into a towel, pleasantly surprised.

"Goodnight, Bri...'Night, Monica... 'night Roger" the boy waved at her over his shoulder as he carried him back in, and the three waved back at him with a smile.

The other two went inside to get change and dried, and she hoisted herself up onto the edge.

"Fancy a beer from the fridge?" Roger asked.

"No thank you Roger," She looked back at him. "I think I'll stay out here a little longer and come in when the sun is down."

He nodded before going back through the doors, leaving her alone. Several minutes later, Freddie had emerged made his way over to her, and sat down next to her. She looked over and smiled.

"How did it go?"

He made himself comfortable, "I read him a bedtime story."

"Oh?"

"Peter Rabbit" he smiled to himself. "I always loved Beatrix Potter myself... got an official new nickname too; bunny."

She giggled, "suits you... bunny."

He chuckled as he looked out at the sun skimming the horizon.

"You alright?" She held his hand.

He nodded, "I'm very happy."

She looked up, and indeed the smile in his face said it all.

"Tell me why?" She shuffled closer as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Because," he looked out to the sea. "A beautiful sunset, a wonderful place, and I get to enjoy it with people who make me happy and that I can genuinely feel comfortable around... and you."

"I love you" she whispered.

"I love you too" he smiled, then they kissed.

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Nighttime had rolled around in the small, westerly corner of England. The Deacons went upstairs, Brian and Roger were at the pub, and Monica stood up and went outside to the patio, Freddie on her trail. All that could be heard were the waves crashing on the cove below, with the odd cow in a nearby field, salty Cornwall air filling their nostrils.

"You were brilliant tonight." She smiled and turned to him. "I don't know why you doubt yourself so much."

He smiled and held her hand, and she wrapped her arms around him.

He rubbed her cheek and simply said, "I think I'm ready."

If it was what she thought it meant, Freddie's words would make Monica's heart leap, "Oh Freddie... whatever for?"

"Taking it further." He said, and now she knew exactly what he meant.

"You... You mean-"

"Babies, yes." He kissed her lips.

She smiled and held onto him tighter, "I love you."

"I love you too..." he kissed her face absentmindedly as her hands slipped down his chest and to the belt of his kimono, and he gently lifted her chin so that their eyes could meet.

"I want you." He murmured hungrily.

Her hands slipped under his now open robe and rubbed his chest and naked body, causing him to shiver.

"Mmmmmm fuck..." he whispered, and she bit her lip and untied her silk nightgown.

The two let their robes fall in front of one another, and the moment their bare bodies collided Freddie swiftly picked her up and carried her to the hot tub around the corner of the patio up a few stone steps in the garden under a string of outdoor lantern lighting, kissing her neck as her heartbeat began to race.

He helped her in before stepping in himself and making himself comfortable next to her, "oh baby I love you" he breathed before kissing her gently.

"Mmm I love you too." She kissed him back.

He pulled her onto his lap, kissing her slowly and sensually. Instinctively she held on and parted her thighs, turning around a little to straddle him as he smothered his hands up and down her curves.

"Monica," he held her. "I need you."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm here, baby..."

He kissed her "my goddess... I love you so much. Never doubt my love."

She kissed back and rubbed his chest, "never have... never will."

He groaned, breathing beginning to heave, "don't ever think you're not beautiful... no matter what happens I love you so much and I always will."

Amidst the bubbling water she held onto his body and kissed him more, savouring each moment as the emotional intensity increased.

"I love you...babe" she gasped between kisses.

He kissed back as he grabbed her bum, pulling her crotch area closer to his. She spread her legs a little more around his waist and positioned herself. He let out a groan as she teased him by rubbing her bare pelvis up and down against his throbbing erection.

"Fuck... fuck me..." he begged in a choked whisper.

She slid onto him gently, the feeling of his girth causing her to let out a gasp as he moaned. She wrapped her arms back around him as she started to pump, groaning continuously in each other's mouth in a kiss.

"Ugh yes" he growled and held onto her body, holding her waist and squeezing her bum and thighs as she pumped a little faster.

She whimpered louder in sweet agony as their tongues danced in each other's mouths, battling for dominance over one another.

"I love you..." he moaned and smoothed his hands along her body as she went faster.

"I love you too..." She ran her hands through his hair as he kissed her neck, holding onto him tighter as her orgasms intensified.

He groaned loudly as he started to cum, his body shook as he released shot after shot inside her, his hand entangled in her chestnut hair.

"Oh Freddie" she cried out and threw her head back in exhilaration as he gripped onto her wet skin.

They kissed once more before she slipped off gently, and he let out a sigh as she took a spot next to him. He pulled her closer, an arm wrapped around her.

He when he regained his breath he giggled, "in five years... you know what I think we should do?"

"What?" She smiled and rubbed his damp chest.

He kissed her, "tell them that we-we... you know, in this hot tub..."

She giggled, "they're gonna be-"

"Begging to know how sexy you really are" he smirked as she blushed.

"At least Roger and Brian won't be begging to unsee what we just saw" A steady voice suddenly sounded, and the two spun their heads around.

"John! Fuck! We-We-" Freddie quickly stood up with his back to them as the Deacon couple stood at the foot of the stone steps, Monica's arms shooting across her bare chest.

"It's alright!" The robe-clad couple giggled as Freddie frantically took their towels.

"We did expect you would both... uhm..." She mumbled, wide eyed.

"H-How long have you been here?!" He stammered as he handed Monica her towel.

"Oh... about a good minute." John said as Monica got back onto her two feet and wrapped it around her chest.

"Well anyway," Freddie blushed as he helped her step out. "We will let you two have some time alone."

"Thank you again" they both said as they untied their robes and stepped in after they got out.

Of course, the (much more sensible) Deacons came in their bathing suits, something which made the other two turn absolutely crimson.

"Not at all. Have a good night." Freddie mumbled as he tucked the towel around his waist, and the Deacons lowered themselves into the water.

The embarrassed couple waved at the beaming Deacons, and they took each others' hand and rushed back up the stone steps, grabbing their silk robes laying on the patio when they reached the top.

"I seriously thought that it was just the two of us" Monica slipped hers on.

"If there's anyone who I wouldn't mind interrupting sex it's them." He tied his belt.

"You're only saying that because they're in the mood too" she shook her head and giggled.

"I'm not, okay well partially," he laughed as he folded his towel. "I'm glad it's them because the other two would go ballistic. Roger especially; he would never let it down."

"I can believe it" she hung hers up on the fence at the edge of the garden.

"He can be a cheeky little bugger..." he took her hand. "When we ran a stall in Kensington Market we could just about see the mirrors inside of the changing booth next to ours."

"Oh?" She followed him.

"Yes... So, when the owners were on lunch break he and I snuck around and adjusted the mirrors so that we could watch women take off their-"

"You helped him?!" She suddenly interrupted.

"Yes. We were bored and we wanted a little excitement," He wore a cheeky grin as he opened the patio door for her. "But for me it was the thrill of whether or not we would get caught and wondering if the owners would notice what we did. You know what Roger's like; he only cared about seeing the bloody semi-naked girls."

"Fair enough so" she rolled her eyes and giggled.

The pair went upstairs, dried off a bit more, grabbed their underwear from the bed and slipped it back on before climbing in gently.

"Goodnight, baby" he whispered as he pulled her close to him.

"Love you" she yawned.

"Love you more" he trailed off, feeling happy with exactly where he was in life...