"You didn't think so when I was picking your pocket," she teased, tilting her gaze up to meet his, her own eyes bright with the sheen of happy tears. There was nothing and no one who made him so happy as he did. As much as she loved Daisy, she would one day grow up and make a life of her own, but God willing, Dom would always be there.

He laughed, kissing the tip of her nose as his fingers stroked against the curved small of her back. "It didn't take me long to change my mind," he reminded her with the same tease, letting his hand slide down to skim the first swell of her backside. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Sometimes I wonder if you didn't fall in love with Daisy first," she teased further, a dimpled smirk on her face. It hardly mattered anymore if he had, now that they were a family. "What do you think we should do to celebrate, Mr. Granger?" she asked, grinning up at him, as her hands found their way beneath his shirt.

"It wasn't Daisy I married," he reminded her with a low chuckle, flinching just a little away from her fingers as she skimmed over his ticklish side, his own hands gathering the folds of her dress into his palms. "I can think of a few things, Mrs. Granger," he murmured, dipping his head to stroke his lips against the beating pulse in her throat. "I think you should decide where you'd like them to happen before I get your panties off, though."

"I think the bedroom might be the safest, Professor, unless you'd like to explain the birds and bees to your daughter in the morning," she warned with a grin, as her fingers teased the spot where she knew he was most ticklish.

He released her dress with a strangled yelp, bending awkwardly to try and escape her fingers even as his lips twitched into a grin. "Baby or no baby, I will still spank you, Mrs. Granger."

"Promises, promises, Mr. Granger," she teased, her hands drifting lower to grab hold of his rear and give it a squeeze.

Dom laughed, catching her hands to spin her about and kiss her neck. "Such a tease, my beautiful Belle," he growled against her skin, bending to lift her up into his arms. "So much fun."

She laughed as he caught her in his arms and drew her own arms around his neck, only too happy to let him carry her off to their bedroom to have his way with her. "How's the song go again? You make lovin' fun?" she told him, taking advantage of her position to nibble at his earlobe.

"Let's get it on," Dom countered, crooning back to her as he edged his way out of the living room and up the stairs, careful not to knock her off any walls or doorframes as he went. Grinning, he growled softly once more at her nibbling. "You are playing with fire again."

"That's not much of a threat, love. I'm already pregnant!" she reminded him, laughing. What was the worst he could do' Tickle her to death"

His eyes narrowed playfully. "You didn't look very carefully in the toy box this week, did you?" he teased with a wicked look in his eyes. "You really should know what?s there before you start teasing me like this. You know I like to play."

"Have you been watching Fifty Shades of Silly again?" she teased further, though she knew better than to ignore his threats. She had few complaints, though. Despite having two children, their sex life hadn't suffered much.

"Why would I need to watch that drivel?" he asked her, shouldering the door to their bedroom open. He turned to the bed ....and stopped as an incredulous splutter left his mouth. The bed was already taken. Daisy had somehow managed to remove her baby brother from his cot and tuck him up in the middle of their parents' bed before curling up around him to fall deeply asleep. Dom's eyes turned to Elle. "I'm blaming you."

She couldn't help but snicker a little at his remark, knowing he didn't need any pointers from Christian Grey or anyone else for that matter, but appeared just as surprised as he was that Daisy and Donnie had confiscated their bed. "Why is it my fault?" she asked. "She's your daughter," she teased, even if he wasn't her birth father.

"You're the feminine influence on her life," Dom shot back with a low chuckle, gently lowering his wife to her feet, arms wrapping about her from behind. "Not quite what we had in mind, but they do look very comfortable there. Wanna join them?"

"Well, I'm not sleeping in the crib," she replied with a grin, as she leaned back into his embrace. "They do look rather adorable there, don't they' Like two little angels," she said with a sigh, though she knew they were nothing of the sort.

His lips brushed her cheek as his palm flattened over her middle tenderly. "Best gifts you've ever given me, after yourself," he murmured into her ear.

"Oh, darling," she whispered back. "I think that's the other way around." It was him who had rescued them, taken them into his heart, and given them a home, after all. All she'd done was give him a family to love.

"No, I'm fairly sure I have that completely right," he insisted with a low chuckle, resting his brow against hers. "I do have one question for the parenting expert in the room, however ....how do we get in there without waking the angels and turning them into screaming devils?"

"Very carefully," she whispered back, a cheeky grin on her face. The bed was big enough for all of them, so long as they children didn't get much bigger. "I have a feeling Daisy did this on purpose."

He laughed quietly, reluctantly releasing her to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "Ever get the feeling the universe - or at least that part of it under four feet tall - is conspiring against you?" he asked in a low whisper, letting the shirt hang open as he toed out of his socks, reaching for the drawer where he kept those winter pajamas of his.

She reached to help him with his shirt, mostly just because it was an excuse to touch him, though it seemed there wasn't going to be any so-called play tonight, unless they locked themselves in the bathroom. She left a trail of soft kisses against his back while he rummaged for his pajamas, knowing how her touch was going to frustrate him.

"Or maybe they just don't want to be alone tonight," she suggested, knowing Daisy still woke with nightmares sometimes, though they were becoming less frequent.

He stiffened as her lips trailed over his back - in more ways than one - throwing a warning glance back over his shoulder, despite his grin. "Tsk, tsk," he murmured, turning back to wrap an arm about her waist and pull her into a toe-curling kiss. "Think I'm enough to keep the nightmares away for my little band of trouble-makers?"

"You're enough to keep my nightmares away," she replied, rewarding him with a kiss of her own, just as passionate as his. Though no longer a child, her life had not been an easy one, and like Daisy, she sometimes still had nightmares, but Dom was always there to chase those nightmares away.

If he had his way, he always would be, too. For all of them. But for now, his goal was to get his wife and himself into bed without waking the two terrors that had claimed their parents' sleeping area without permission. "You're far too overdressed for sleep, Belle."

"That's easily remedied, love," she assured him, touching another soft kiss to his lips. "Why don't you get settled and I'll meet you there?" she suggested, as it would take her a little longer to get dressed for bed than it had him.

"Don't be long," he murmured, kissing her brow gently as he let her go. It wouldn't take him more than a minute or two to strip down and dress, but maybe a little longer to brush his teeth and get into the bed.

She would have preferred to strip him down and play with him a little before they both got dressed for bed, but it seemed their children had already nixed that idea for them, at least for tonight. But Elle was hardly disappointed as they had their whole lives ahead of them and there would be plenty of nights in their future - or so she hoped. Still, she couldn't help doing a little silent striptease for her husband, frustrating him further.

Dom's eyes narrowed as she performed in silence for him, his reaction impossible to miss. By the time she was down to just her underthings, he was done being patient. Grabbing up his pajamas and hers, he caught her hand and dragged her into the bathroom, locking the door securely behind them before enveloping her in the kind of embrace that promised she had definitely pushed her luck tonight.