"Baby, it's time to wake up" Don said softly, kissing his girlfriend's cheek. "We gotta be in the studio in two hours."

"No thanks" she said sleepily, burying herself in the covers.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, alright then...I made breakfast downstairs and I'm going to eat it all myself. But don't worry, I won't be lonely. I've got bacon and eggs to keep me company."

Suddenly she sat bolt upright, rubbing her eyes. "Food?"

"Mm-hmm"

"I thought I smelled cinnamon" She eyed him suspiciously, he was obviously holding out.

"Oh, how could I have forgotten?" he asked, a playful smile on his handsome face. "Cinnamon rolls, fresh out of the oven, made by yours truly."

"Fine" she said like an petulant child. "I'll get up but on one condition."

"And what is that?"

"The cinnamon rolls are mine and you will rub my feet."

He nodded. "You've got yourself a deal, little lady."

Stevie sat on the edge of the bed stretching before she stood up fully. "Ready?"

"Sure." He placed a hand at the small of her back as they walked downstairs to the kitchen. "Y'know, I was thinking..."

"That's rare!" she interrupted. The unenthused look on his face made her giggle.

"Hush, I mean it. I was thinking, I don't know if I'm ready to take this kind of attitude from two Nicks women."

"No? At least I'm helping you get practice in." she said and he laughed.

"That's true. When our little girl has to get up for school, I will be well versed by then."

"Ooh, don't say that! I can't even imagine her being here yet, let alone leaving us for hours a day, all on her own!" Stevie placed a hand over her small bump, undetectable under her night gown. "You really think it's a girl too?"

"I'm trusting your intuition."

He sat her down at the table and prepared plates. He poured her a glass of orange juice and himself a glass of milk per usual. As he sat the glasses down on the table, he kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him, smiling. "You're spoiling me, lately. Presents, attention, affection, beautiful breakfast spreads... what did I do to deserve you?"

"A lot of terrible, awful things!" he told her, kissing her lips this time.

"I'm serious, I appreciate how well you're taking care of me." He placed her food down before her.

"I didn't react very well when you told me and I regret saying those things to you. You were right. Of course we can make time for the baby and our careers and seeing you grow with her...I can't believe I ever said I didn't want her." Don's eyes clouded with regret.

"But you want her now and that's all that matters."

"I'm so excited for her to be born and to spend all of the time I can with her. You two are my entire world." He sat down across from her at the table, finally ready to eat.

"You two are my world too." Stevie told him. "I can't wait to see the two of you together. You will be partners in crime, I just know it."

"She already has me wrapped around her little finger and I haven't even met her yet. I'd do anything for her, anything."

"You're going to be a great dad." She looked into his eyes and she could see just how much that meant to him.

"You're going to be an even better mother, Stevie. Now hurry up and eat." He smiled at her and she returned it as her toes made their way up the leg of his pajama bottoms. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing" she said innocently. She placed her foot in his lap and began to lightly rub his crotch with the ball and arch of her foot.

"Stephanie..."

"What?" She stopped, continuing to eat her breakfast. She was absolutely famished! Don got up briefly to bring her more food. The noises she was making teased him. They were sexual, ones he had only heard in the bedroom. Combined with her previous actions, he was finding it hard to sit across from her and eat. He slapped his thigh and she put her foot back into his lap. He pushed his plate away and began to rub her feet as she had asked. He watched her, his jaw dropping as another moan escaped her lips. "Mmmm...that feels so good. Thank you." Her voice was breathy, just as it had been the evening before. Pleasuring her was becoming easier, his every movement sparked a new sound. He couldn't get enough. She finished eating and lay her head back, her fuller chest heaving as he worked his hands up her calf, massaging the muscles there. "Don, you are a god!" she exclaimed and he smirked. He had never heard her say that before.

"Feel good?"

"Mm-hmm, yes, keep going" Her eyes closed, a hand trailing down her neck, over her chest. Don could barely contain myself.

"Stephanie" he said softly, running his fingers between her toes, all the while pressing his palm to the ball of her foot.

"Where have you been all my life!"

He chuckled, his eyes roaming her body. Her erect nipples pressed to the silk fabric of her nightie and he wasn't sure if it was the massage, food or the chill morning air coming in from the cracked window. "You are beautiful"

"So are you" she told him. "Thank you for everything." She ran a hand through her hair, biting her lip and that was more than Don could take.

"Stephanie, bedroom, five minutes."

Her eyes opened and she raised her head up to look at him. "Really?" He nodded eagerly.

"I love you." She pulled her foot from his lap and got up quickly. She hurried up the stairs, Don right behind her.

Maybe they would be late to the studio after all...