A contented sigh escapes my parted lips as I doze in the circle of Tobias' loving embrace, enjoying the warm late-afternoon breeze caressing my naked body. We're lying atop the large, soft, traditional red-and-white-checked picnic blanket he bought especially for our trip, a tangled mess of arms and legs, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking beneath the massive shade tree by the big blue pond on the outskirts of Amity.

Tobias surprised me early Friday morning with an invitation for a spur-of-the-moment long weekend away to the lighthouse bed and breakfast. Of course, I couldn't say no. He had promised me the remainder of our honeymoon trip at a later date and now seemed like as perfect a time as any. He took it upon himself to make the reservations after Tori, Will, and Harrison graciously offered us some much-needed time off. He even called my parents who had offered to watch Tyler and Tessa if we ever wanted to get away and took them up on their offer.

We've had very little downtime since the Maria, Erin, and Dr. Young fiasco. Instead of dwelling on what happened and what might have been, we jumped head first into work. As a matter of fact, the only reminder I have of that horrible time is the ragged, red scar that runs across my right biceps from where Dr. Young shot me. The past two weeks have flown by with preparations for initiation, which starts in eight short days. Tobias, Uriah, Christina, and I have had countless meetings trying to nail down the final details, and we've spent myriad hours in the training room preparing ourselves physically, mentally, and emotionally ... except for Christina. She, of course, has been at home with Liam. I'm confident that we're ready for what the new crop of initiates bring us.

Thankfully, we have the entire bed and breakfast to ourselves again because the first thing I did when we reached our destination was take Tobias' hand in mine and eagerly lead him directly up the seven flights of stairs to the magical bedroom in the old lantern room at the very top of the lighthouse and picked up where we had left off right before we received word that Evelyn's water had broken and Tessa was on her way. It was like no time had passed since the last time we were in that room.

With the exception of occasional bathroom breaks and infrequent meals, we didn't leave that bed until this morning. I took an invigorating shower and quickly dressed in a new sleeveless black and dark gray diagonally striped maternity sundress with a wide black belt and black ballet flats after he asked if I wanted to go pick a name for Peanut. I knew exactly what that meant, a trip to the little farm by the pond where we chose Tessa's name. He packed a picnic lunch while I packed a small bag with swimwear. Of course we haven't gotten around to using either of those two things yet. Upon entering the little meadow again, we both were overcome with memories and passion and immediately made love under the same tree we did two months ago. Everything else could wait.

I drag my tired, heavy eyelids open and take in my peaceful surroundings. It's so magical here … special. I can actually picture Tyler fearlessly climbing one of the hundreds of trees that encompass the wildflower-filled field while Tessa, dark curls flying in the wind behind her, chases Peanut round and round playing tag or some other childhood game I never got to play. I can see Tobias throwing a thick rope into the massive lone oak that shades the two-story house, attaching a tire swing for all our kids – three, four, five, six of them to use while I float on the calm waters of our pond.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Tobias' deep voice asks as he gently strokes my back with his calloused fingertips, pulling me from my reverie. "You seem so far away." I turn in his arms and look up into his eyes.

"I was thinking about how much I love it here," I say. "I can picture it … a life with our children in this lovely little meadow. A very happy life. I can't wait to bring them here one day. I'm sure they'll love it as much as I do."

"As much as we do," he firmly but lovingly says. "I don't know what it is about this place but I've often envisioned us living here."

"I would love that so much, Tobias. Maybe one day it could be ours," I say, my voice hopeful.

"I would love that very much, Mrs. Eaton," he says pulling my mouth to his. He leisurely kisses me, letting his talented tongue roam over every inch of my mouth. "How about a swim before lunch?"

"That sounds wonderful," I say. It will be nice to wash off the layer of perspiration that coats my body from our vigorous morning activities. "Shall we use the suits I brought along?" He laughs heartily at my question.

"There's no need for swimsuits," he says, a gleam in his eyes. "I've seen your beautiful naked body before. As a matter of fact, I'm looking at it right now." I meet his eyes, and he's leering at me so I lightly smack him in the shoulder. I struggle out of his embrace and get to my feet. I think about running off without him but instead I hold my hand out to him and help him to his feet. We take off to the other side of the pond then run down the wide wooden plank dock and jump into the sun-heated clear water together. We both surface laughing uncontrollably. We chase each other around the pond much like we did on our honeymoon, and soon I realize just how tired I am. I swim to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He puts his lips on mine as we tread water, kissing me slowly.

"I think I need to rest," I say against his lips.

"Okay," he says releasing me. My mouth goes dry as I watch him swim to the dock and lift himself out of the pond. He sits at the end of the pier with his feet dangling over the edge, droplets of water sparkling off his perfect body, waiting for me. As I stare at my handsome husband, I wonder if my body will always respond to him in this way. One thing I know is that I never want it to stop. He beckons me with his finger, and I finally swim to his side. He easily lifts me out of the pond like I weigh absolutely nothing and sits me next to him.

"That was fun," I say moving so that I'm totally out of the water. I lie back with my arms outstretched above my head so the sun can dry me off, and he lies down beside me. Once again I feel my heavy eyelids dragging, and I turn on my side and snuggle into his hard body.

"We should get out of the sun," he says. "I don't want you to burn." This time he gets to his feet and drags me to mine. He swings me up in his arms and puts his mouth on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him thoroughly while he walks us to our perfect shaded picnic spot. He slowly sinks to his knees, lies me down, and joins me. He caresses my warm cheek while gazing lovingly into my eyes then slowly lowers his mouth until his lips find mine. His tongue tastes of sunshine, pond water, and Tobias.

"We really should get dressed," I murmur against his lips.

"I'm not ready to get dressed just yet, love," he says, tenderly kissing down to my neck, his hands moving over my body.

"What if someone were to see us, Tobias?" I ask. I lift my head and let my eyes nervously scan the surrounding wooded area. "I would die of embarrassment."

"No one will find us," he says, not worried in the least.

"What if someone is out exploring like Zeke was?" I stop my statement and look into his eyes, something close to panic threatening to choke me. "Please tell me it wasn't Maria who he was out here with. I don't think I could stand that."

"It wasn't Maria," he says. "If you remember, I said his girlfriend was a fence worker. Maria was a bitch." I laugh loudly and uninhibitedly at his joke even if it was at the expense of our now dead stalker.

"Have I told you how much I love you today, Mr. Eaton?" I say after our laughter dies down, moving my hands over his body.

"I'm afraid that you haven't, Mrs. Eaton," he says, his tongue seductively stroking my name. I feel the familiar stirrings of desire deep in my belly.

"I love you more today than I did yesterday," I say.

"Hey! That's my line," he says with fake indignation.

"What's yours is mine, right?" I say, pulling his mouth to mine for a passionate kiss but the sound of his hungry stomach stops me. "We should eat. You're hungry."

"I'd much rather have you than food right now," he says, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my left ear, making me melt into him. I'm about ready to give in to the desire that's coursing through my body like a freight train, which is making it hard for me to think straight when his stomach growls again. I wriggle my way out from underneath him and sit up against the tree. He props himself up on his elbow.

"We need to eat, Tobias," I say. "I'm hungry, too." I reach for my dress and his hand captures mine.

"We don't need clothes," he says matter-of-factly, his hungry eyes aggressively scanning my naked body causing me to blush.

"Okay," I say reaching for the picnic basket. I open it and scatter its contents over the blanket between us. He packed turkey avocado sandwiches with bacon and Swiss on fresh baked honey wheat buns, sweet potato salad, a light vegetable pasta salad, melon balls, strawberry shortcake, and a bottle of sparkling cider, which had been frozen but is now thawed but still chilled. Everything tastes even better than it looks, and the icy cider is very refreshing.

"We should talk about baby names," I say after we finish our meal, remembering why it is we came here. "Do you have any ideas?"

"I have lots of ideas," he quietly says under his breath and I roll my eyes at him.

"Mr. Eaton, you seem to have one thing on your mind this weekend," I say taking his hand in mine. He rolls over on his back placing one arm behind his head and looks up at me with dancing eyes.

"I always want to make love to you and right now you look particularly scrumptious." The offer is very tempting but we came here to talk, and if we don't do it now, it won't get done.

"Baby … names," I say, enunciating each syllable.

"Okay, okay," he grumbles. "Baby names now … make love again later." His expression becomes inquisitive as he gazes deeply into my eyes. He suddenly sits up until we're practically nose-to-nose, startling me. "Tell me, love, did you have any favorite names picked out before you met me?"

"Oh, I don't know," I say with a shrug of my shoulders. He gives me a censorious look so I acquiesce. "Fine. Isabella, Elizabeth, Landon, and Logan were always my favorite baby names for as long as I can remember, although I really don't know why. I never really thought about having kids before I met you." I tweak his nose, and he grins at me. "I think I heard others with those particular names while I was growing up and really liked them."

"Do you want to stray from the T's?" he asks, his expression suddenly guarded. I'm sure if I said yes, he would go along with it but our family having all the same first initial was his idea so I know it would disappoint him.

"No," I say. "I love that our family will all have similar sounding names. We've already made that decision, let's not change our minds. Plus I'm not attached to those names."

"Okay, what are your favorite T names again?" he asks. "We should pick from your list this time since Tessa was my favorite girls' name."

"What's your favorite boy name?" I ask, suddenly curious. I remember him liking the name Bertha so I hold my breath hoping it's a name I like too.

"I love the names Tucker, Trevor, and Tanner," he says. "Maybe one day we'll get to use one of them."

"Those aren't bad," I say, thankful he didn't give me names like Theodore or Terrance. "Let's see, if I remember correctly, my names were Theresa, Thea, Toi, and Taya, and the rest of your names were Taelyn, Tressa, and Tabitha. Did I get them right?" He narrows his eyes as he gazes over my left shoulder, and I can see that he's trying to remember.

"That sounds about right," he says. "But I distinctly remember saying no to Theresa the first time, and that has not changed."

"Okay, no to Theresa," I say with a light chuckle. "I've been thinking about this from time to time since Isobel told me Peanut was a girl, and I have a few new ones I really like also: Trinity, Tambry, Teagan, and Tanzi."

"Whoa!" he says somewhat taken aback. "Those are about as polar opposite of Tyler and Tessa as we can get. I'm going to need to let those soak in." He reaches over and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"Do you have any others you like?" I ask placing my hand on his knee.

"I like the name Taryn," he says.

"That's a pretty name. I would definitely consider it. I really like Taya, Thea, Taelyn, and the five new ones," I say. "There isn't a common, popular, or old fashioned name in the bunch, well except for maybe Thea. They're more like Four and Tris. If you want something tamer we could start all over again." He absentmindedly twists a strand of my hair around his finger while he processes my idea, and I run each name through my head seeing which one sounds the best with the other two but they all sound good together.

"I'm not sure I like Tanzi or Tambry," he slowly says after a while.

"Okay, no to Tanzi and Tambry," I say. "Any others?"

"I know Taelyn was mine originally but I'm not so sure about it anymore," he says. "I actually like Taryn better when I compare the two."

"Well, we're making progress. We're down to Teagan, Trinity, Taya, Thea, and Taryn then," I say with a growing smile on my lips. "Well my favorite is still on the list."

"May I ask what it is? It might make this go easier," he says. I nervously gnaw on the inside of my cheek as I stare into his loving eyes. What if he hates it? "I'll love it no matter what it is." My eyes widen at his statement. It's like he just read my mind. I lower my head and look up at him through my lashes.

"Teagan," I whisper. He puts his finger on my chin and lifts my eyes to his after I let them fall.

"It's beautiful," he says with a sincere look on his devastatingly handsome face. "It will suit her nicely. I like it."

"Like?" I ask shyly, nervously.

"I love it," he says and I can't help but beam at him. "I also think I have the perfect middle name to go with it … yours. Teagan Grace." Hhm. Teagan Grace Eaton. Yes, that's the one.

"Yes, that definitely is our little Peanut's name," I say getting choked up.

"Aren't you going to do that shout test you did with Tessa's name?" he says with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Teagan Grace Eaton, you stop that right now," I yell and we both start laughing. "Yes, that's definitely the one. We just named our daughter." Tobias leans over and puts his lips on mine for a tender heartfelt kiss then moves them to my swollen abdomen and kisses our growing baby.

"Hey, Teagan Grace," he says as he runs his hands over my bare stomach. "Can you let Mommy and Daddy know if you like your name?" Almost immediately I feel her dancing around inside me, and tears of joy wet my cheeks.

"I think she likes it," I say putting my hands over his and moving them lower. He gasps and looks up at me with an expression of absolute amazement. I recognize that look. It's the same wondrous expression I must have had on my face when I first felt her move. I've been trying to let him feel her moving around for the past couple of weeks ever since I felt her from the outside but she would still every time he put his hands on me then start moving again once he would walk away. He started calling her our little tease instead of Peanut.

"I felt her move," he says with awe in his strained voice, tears gathering in his eyes. I sit up a little straighter and grin stupidly at him. "Oh, she moving again!" I laugh with him for a moment as tears slide down both our cheeks.

"I told you she likes her name," I say. "I'm so glad you finally got to feel her."

"I am, too," he says. He sits up, and his mouth lands on mine. His kiss is reverent and love-filled at first but then it subtly changes becoming carnal and need-filled.

"Up for round two, baby?" I scan his body when he releases me and breathlessly say with a giggle, "Oh, I can see that you are."

I reach up and cup the back of his head and once again pull his lips to mine. I kiss him slowly, thoroughly then thrust my tongue deep into his skilled mouth and mate it leisurely with his. He tightly wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on top of him then turns us so we are lying on our sides, tangled up in each other's arms.

"Here or back at the lighthouse?" he breathlessly asks once we come up for much-needed air.

"Both," I murmur against the sensitive skin beneath his right ear. I feel his manhood lengthen and harden even more against my hip at my words, and an involuntary moan escapes my parted lips.

"Both?" he murmurs, shaking his head. "You are insatiable, Mrs. Eaton."

"You better believe I am, Mr. Eaton," I say pulling his mouth back to mine for a long, slow, drugging kiss. I now know what the reference Drunk on You means … he thoroughly intoxicates me. I find myself squirming almost nonstop against his body with uncontrollable desire. I push him onto his back and straddle his hips, surprising him. I sigh as I slowly grind my hips against his, feeling his massive length beneath me. I lift myself off him, firmly grasp his erection in my small hand, and say, "I want you now." I place him at my entrance and ease myself down onto every hard inch. I toss my head back when we're one and relish the feeling of having him where I want him most, deep inside of me, and he lets out a satisfied groan.

I slowly rotate my hips first one way and then the next, making more room within my depths for his sizable girth then set a hypnotic in-and-out pace. He lets his hands slowly travel from where they're resting on my hips up my body and to gently cover my swaying, engorged breasts, rhythmically caressing them. I close my eyes as I repeatedly push myself back on his steel hard shaft, enjoying the feeling of our bodies once again moving as one. I lean forward and rest my hands on his upper chest making sure my tummy isn't in the way and increase the pace of our intensely powerful mutual thrusts. He captures one breast in his mouth and teases my aching nipple with his hot, wet tongue.

"Oh, Tobias," I moan. "You feel so good inside me. I love you so much." He lifts his mouth to mine for a quick kiss, and I taste my sweet milk on his tongue then he takes my other nipple in his expert mouth causing a spasm of pure pleasure where our bodies are joined. He moves his hands back to my hips and takes over our pace, thrusting wildly into me as I rock back just as enthusiastically on his shaft.

"Tris," he gasps loudly moving us closer to shared fulfillment, our breath coming in short, heated pants. "Shit!"

"Oh, God!" I yell as I explode around his pistoning length causing him to tense and release himself inside my depths. We continue crashing into one another until the last ounce of pleasure is wrung out of each of our bodies then I collapse, spent, on top of him. Not wanting to hurt the baby, he immediately turns us so that we're lying on our sides still joined. We gaze into each other's eyes while we let our breathing return to normal. I can't help myself, and I yawn widely.

"I better get you back to the lighthouse," he says. "You're exhausted." I feel his lips grazing my shoulder, and I shudder at the contact.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're right," I say, putting both hands on either side of his face. Between making love three times today and swimming, all I really want right now is to sleep. "I love you, Tobias Eaton, so much. How did I get so lucky?"

"I'm the lucky one," he says with a warm smile on his lips and an erotic look in his eyes, which causes me to blush. "You're the most beautiful woman, Beatrice Eaton, and I'm so glad you're mine. I love you so much." He gives me a tender kiss then pulls out of me leaving me empty and longing for more. He reaches for my dress and hands it to me. I pull it on over my head forgoing my bra and pull on my underwear while he drags his jeans up his body and fastens them. We finish dressing, gather up our picnic, and walk hand-in-hand back to the antique pickup truck that we borrowed from the lighthouse, which blends in with the other Amity vehicles better than our sleek new car. I slide across the faded vinyl bench seat and put my head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around me and pulls me close to his side. I try my best to keep my eyes open and enjoy the ride back to the lighthouse but the strenuous activities of the day win out, and I surrender to the darkness.