"Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"I've been alone with him before."

"I know, but not for more than twenty minutes. I'll probably be gone for a few hours."

Sasori guided Sumire to his chest. He pressed his lips to her temple, then said:

"Just go. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He encouraged her out the door and shut it once she stepped outside. She pouted at the wood but went on her way down the street in the direction of the Minori's chestnut shop.

Inside, Sasori picked up the whimpering baby only moments later as he'd been awoken by the open and close of the door. He rocked him from side to side. As he glanced at the time, he realized this was usually when Sumire would feed him. He continued to hold him in the crook of one arm while reheating a bottle of milk. Just as the baby's screams raised in volume, he teased the plastic nipple against his bottom lip. He immediately set to sucking, and Sasori sighed a bit.

The screaming is...

Those large dark brown eyes stared up at him, blinking their lids slowly until they shut in contentment when the bottled was drained. A bit of red glossed over Sasori's cheeks, and he tilted his eyes to the ceiling.

Damn it. He's so cute.

Sasori raised him until his head was perched over his shoulder and he patted his back with a gentle hand. His child burped and let out a little giggle of joy as he was lowered back into the crook of Sasori's arm. He yawned again, this time with his tiny limbs stretching out and Sasori could no longer resist. He nuzzled his face to his sons, earning a few excited giggles and light slaps from his little hands.

"You have your damn mother's eyes." he murmured after he kissed the top of his head covered in wisps of red. "I assume, just like her, you'll get whatever you want."

Sasori headed to the couch as it was clear it was time for a nap for both of them.

X

Sumire spent the next few hours catching up with Minori and Temari. She detailed how her pregnancy went and what she'd been up to, aside from tending to the baby at most times. When she returned home, happily refreshed from her outing, she came inside to find Sasori laying on the couch with one hand behind his head, and their son spread eagle across his chest. Sumire tiptoed close while pulling out her phone and took a few photos of them as they were. She stood over them while posting the images to Instagram with an egregious amount of hashtags.

When finished she flipped off the television and quietly walked to the kitchen to prepare their meal.

Sumire returned a few minutes later to find them both sitting up. Sasori had propped his son up using the pillows on the couch, and both were staring at the television screen. She stumbled down the hall, both hands cupping over her loud guffaws. Sasori watched her squeeze her thighs together and scream:

"Stop, stop! I'm gonna pee myself!"

"What the hell is so funny?" he asked as she braced against the wall.

"You were both making the same face!"

"What face?" Sasori's features were relaxed into their routine, dreamy-eyed state and Sumire burst out.

"That face! Oh my gosh! I'm gonna pee!"

Sumire hobbled her way to the bathroom. Sasori turned to their son and recognized a similar lowered-lid dreamy expression on his chubby face.

"Oh." He brushed back the red hair that had fallen over the baby's forehead, and a giggle came from him.

Sasori smirked at the sudden glee on his face:

"But you have your mother's smile."

Two Years Later

"Papa!" Katsushi had seated himself in his parent's room.

He had crawled into the closet to explore and dragged out a box he found. His small hands struggled to open the wooden lid, but after a few moments, it flipped open.

"Papa!" he called again.

He fell back onto his bottom and hooked both legs on either side of the box while his arms rummaged through the few objects inside.

Sasori heard the high pitched voice calling his name as he stepped into the hall. He closed his studio door behind him then walked across to the master bedroom where the tiny red-haired toddler was, with his arms in one of many of Sasori's handmade wooden chests. He recognized it immediately and felt a twinge of amusement as he knelt in front of his son.

"Papa! What's this?"

Katsushi pulled out the handle of a black leather whip. His small hands could barely hold the weight of the tool.

"That is what I use to punish your mother," Sasori responded with a delighted tone.

"Ehhhhh?" Katsushi's shocked expression brought a smile to Sasori's face.

Sumire pushed open the door to the bedroom where she suspected Katsushi had gone off to.

"Katsushi, the bath is ready." She stated as she approached the pair.

"And what's this?" She heard him ask his father.

"I also use that to punish your mother."

She spotted in Katsushi's hands a rubber purple vibrator. Her face immediately flushed, and she rushed over. She snatched the device from him, threw it into the box, and lifted Katsushi with one arm. Katsushi wrapped his tiny arms around Sumire's neck.

"Poor mama!"

She looked sideways at her child.

"What's the matter?"

"Mama don't be bad, and Papa won't punish you!" He said.

"What strange things are you teaching him?" She hissed at the red-haired man watching her with a smirk.

"Let's go take a bath." She told Katsushi after a deep sigh.

"Hai!" The small red-haired child smiled brightly at his mother.

His dreamy expression changed to one of deep thought.

"Papa too!" he said suddenly.

Sasori stood.

"You want Papa to take a bath too," Sumire asked.

Katsushi nodded his head meekly. Sasori placed a hand on her waist and gently kissed her cheek.

"Well, let's go before it gets cold." She encouraged.

The family made their way to the bathroom. Inside Sumire tended to the toddler, assisting him with removing his clothing.

"Papa goes in first." She said to Katsushi as she pulled his shirt over his head.

Sasori finished undressing first and climbed into the small bath. Once settled, he looked over at his wife. His eyes lingered on her curves, the softness around her midriff. The scars of the labor she went through birthing his child were faded but still visible. He could see her round bottom, the angle of her soft thighs. She pulled her hair up into a high bun, her hips swung back and forth absent-mindedly as she did so. When she faced him, he felt himself begin to swell. She's a masterpiece. He spread his legs as she stepped into the tub and seated herself in his lap.

Sumire scooted back and felt something hard poke her in her rear. She gave him a look.

"What?' she said low enough that Katsushi wouldn't notice.

The small boy was excitedly pulling his socks from his feet. Sasori kissed her bare shoulder but said nothing in response to her question. Katsushi was at the edge of the tub with his arms held out. Sumire reached out to him and lifted him into the steaming water. He giggled with a giant smile on his small face. His limbs splashed about, causing the water to run over the edge of the ceramic tub.

"You're making a mess," Sasori told him.

"I'm sorry Papa, please don't use the stuff from the box!" Katsushi cried, his eyes becoming big with fear.

Sumire prepared to answer, but Sasori spoke first.

"Don't worry. I only punish Mama with the stuff from the box." He stated, she felt his hand smooth over her stomach and his chin resting on her shoulder.

The spitting image of Sasori stared back at them, unconvinced that his father wouldn't use the frightening tools in his closet to punish him.

"Let's wash up," Sumire said, grabbing the soap from the shelf and lathering a small towel.

She focused on cleaning the child and chose to ignore Sasori's statement. Meanwhile, he gently scrubbed her back. Every once and a while, he would plant a kiss on her skin. He leaned her back against his hardness, and she glared at him.

"Oi." She said, looking back at him.

His smirk hadn't left his face. Katsushi pressed his face into his mother's breasts and wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you, Mama!"

"I love you too." She said, running her fingers through his soaked red hair.

"Almost done."

She rinsed the last of the soap.

"Okay, let's go dry off." She lifted him out of the tub and set him on the bathroom mat.

She rose to climb out as well, but Sasori's hand pressed to her stomach to hold her in place.

"Katsushi can dry off and dress himself, can't he?"

Katsushi nodded rapidly, having already grabbed the small towel waiting on the bathroom counter for him. Sumire attempted to protest, but Sasori continued.

"Then make your parents proud and go do it yourself."

"Hai!"

Katsushi rushed out of the door after wiping off his feet.

"Wait!" she tried to call him back, but he was already out of earshot.

Sasori's hands cupped and kneaded her breasts, causing her to gasp. His lips trailed down her neck to her shoulder.

"Ahhhh, Sasori-samaaaaaaa."

"We have…" he paused to kiss her shoulder again, "less than 10 minutes…"

He shifted his hips. One hand dipped down beneath the water, and he easily positioned himself. He pulled her back onto his length. She cried out in surprise. He pressed his lips to her ear.

"We better get started." He said breathlessly.

She moaned softly as he lifted her up and pulled her back down. The water rose up against the walls of the tub as they moved.

"Katsushi's… gonna… ah… catch us…"

"It'll take him a while," Sasori responded.

He lifted her off of him into a standing position. He stood as well and climbed out of the tub, bringing her with him. He shut the door to the bathroom and locked it while bending her over against the sink. He repositioned and thrust back in, causing her to cry out again. His hips moved steadily and deep earning more soft sounds of pleasure. His gaze devoured the image of her bent over beneath him. It's been too damn long, he thought as the tingling heat began to intensify in his abdomen.

Sumire's hips rotated as the familiar sensation began to overwhelm her senses. The friction of his length rubbing against her aching insides was both relieving and maddening. A clear liquid trickled down her inner thighs. When he pulled out, he could see a thin coating of the liquid along his length. The sight encouraged his hips to move faster.

"Sumire." He moaned it out, the tingle spreading slowly from his abdomen over every inch of his skin.

X

Katsushi tripped in the doorway to his bedroom. He hit the carpet hard. A sharp pain ran through his arm, and he let out a moan. Tears began forming at the edges of his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. No, I have to make Mama and Papa proud. He jumped up and went to his dresser, pulling out a drawer to find a clean shirt.

X

Sasori grabbed her arms and pulled her up. She cried out his name, feeling his tip strike directly into her g-spot.

"Right there!"

He slammed at that angle, pressing into her sensitive spot over and over.

"I'm… I'm… already… ah…"

He winced, feeling his abdomen tightening.

"I'm almost there." He moaned.

Her hips naturally bounced back onto each of his thrusts.

"Fuck, just keep doing that."

The combination of heat and seeing her hips moving back onto him brought him to his edge. The change in his tone pushed her over. Her body shivered uncontrollably in his grip. He groaned, feeling her walls squeeze and release him. He ground his hips hard against hers, burying his length as his own release enveloped him. His seed spurted hard in her, his body twitching with each spam. Their heavy breathing was silenced as he stood her up straight and pressed his lips to hers. Their mouths lovingly molded for a few more moments.

"It's been too long since we did that." He said when they parted for air.

He gently pulled himself out and turned her around to kiss her again. Sumire ran her fingers through his damp red hair and leaned up into each gentle press of his lips.

"Yes, it has." She agreed while meeting his gaze.

She smiled brightly at him and cupped his face. He felt the rush of desire over his body again.

"One more time." He said quickly,

He lifted up her hips and set her on the edge of the counter. Their mouths met harder, their hands wandering over each other's bodies.

"Mama! Papa! I finished!" Katsushi's voice came from outside the door.

Sumire giggled at the disappointed look on her husband's face. She gently patted his chest.

"Wait for 20 minutes until Katsushi is asleep." She slid off the edge of the counter onto the floor.

"You know I hate waiting."

She took in a deep breath to will away her shyness and said as confidently as she could:

"You can punish me for making you wait."

He let out a growl once he registered her statement and pulled her again him.

"The longer you make me wait, the harsher your punishment will be."

She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together.

"Hai, Sasori-sama."

He gripped her rear, grinding her body against him.

"Mama! Papa!"

She planted a kiss on his cheek and pulled a large towel from the rack to wrap around her body. Sasori wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped back to let her open the door.

"Look at you! You did so well, Katsushi!" she scooped the excited boy up and carried him back toward his bedroom. "We have to get ready for bed now."

"Can I sleep in Mama and Papa's bed tonight?"

"Not tonight, but you can tomorrow morning. It's In-Bed Sunday,"

"Okay,"

"You're my big strong Katsushi! You can make it through the night, right?" she asked.

He showed her two thumbs up along with stating a confident yes and Sumire nearly burst out laughing. Who gave him all this energy, because it sure wasn't Sasori-sama. She left him in his room for a moment to quickly slip on some clothes, then she readied their toddler for his bed and softly sang him a lullaby. Curled up with a large teddy-bear, among dozens of other stuffed animals, his large eyes eventually shut.

Sumire left his clay-sculpture lamp on (that Deidara made for him for his first birthday) and shut off the switch by the door. Shadows of birds were cast over the walls amidst a deep, deep yellow hue. Sumire slowly closed the door then crossed the hallway to receive her punishment.

Seated with his back against the headrest, Sasori watched Sumire enter. Looking a touch sheepish, her eyes drifted to another part of the room.

"18 minutes."

"Hai."

He slid off the bed and stood. As he approached, he licked the tips of two fingers, his sultry gaze focused on her.

"Bend over."

"Hai."

Just as she was poised with both palms on the edge of the bed, Sasori took a firm grip of her shorts and yanked them down, nearly causing Sumire to squeak in surprise, but her teeth held firm in her bottom lip.

"If you make a sound, you'll wake him. Be a good girl."

She nodded only to earn a quick swipe.

"What was that?"

"Hai, Sasori-sama."

Careful not to bring his hand down on her too hard or to make a slapping sound that would travel further than the confines the large room, they moved through her punishment with ease. By the final spank, her cheeks were bright red, and drool was dribbling down her lip. Between her legs were trails of anticipation which were blissfully satisfied when he took hold of her waist and thrusted himself in.

The excitement pushed both forward, to Sumire pressed into the mattress with thighs spread as wide as she could and Sasori providing quick, hard jerks of his hips. They both held in moans and cries, the mattress's creaking was the only sound that filled the room.

It could have been the time spent not interacting this way for so long, or it could have been the intense position they were in, but both were propelled to their limit in a short time. Panting and sweaty but satisfied from the completion they collapsed onto the bedsheets beside one another.

"You okay?"

"Mhmm," she stayed on her side. "I might need some ice for my booty, though."

His brows knit as he held in a chuckle.

"Sorry, I went a bit overboard."

"It's okay, it's been a really long time since we did it. I'll recover,"

"Do you need an ice pack?"

"Yes, please."

Sasori hopped up. He returned from the kitchen and a minute later. She laid on her stomach with her head facing away as he placed towel-wrapped ice packs on her bottom.

"Better?"

"Yes, thank you."

Sasori settled beside her. Their hands found one another rather naturally. After a short period of silence, Sumire said:

"I'm thinking of another."

"Another round?"

"Another baby," Sumire whispered.

His silence made her flip her head on the pillow to face him.

"No?"

"Will you be alright?"

"...I know it was really hard on your depression at first and my anxiety went through the roof during my pregnancy and after Katsushi's birth, but… I can't help but think that I want another baby… but if you don't want to. Maybe not. I just-"

"I do."

Her eyes grew:

"Really?"

"The bigger our family is, the better, but I worry."

"I know. You worry a lot."

"Financially it's doable."

"It is."

"Physically. It might take a while again." his eyes downcasted.

"It's okay. Unlike Sasori-sama, I'm patient."

He frowned.

"Plus it just means I get to have Sasori-sama inside me more often. Super lucky me."

He hooked his arm beneath her head and kissed her forehead.

"And you call me the freak."

"I'm not a freak! You're a freak. My weird Sasori-sama." she reciprocated his kiss, by puckering against his chin. "So, are we going to try?"

"Prepare yourself."

Sumire giggled, and they cuddled. Just as they were drifting off to sleep, they were awoken by a sudden, loud cry. Before Sumire could register what was happening Sasori was in his boxer-briefs and dashing out the bedroom door. She sat up and followed after throwing on a t-shirt and underwear only to find Katsushi sitting up in bed and weeping.

When they saw that there were no intruders or monsters, they released a simultaneous sigh of relief. Their child wailed for his parents and held out his little arms.

"Did you have a bad dream, Katsushi?" Sumire sleepily asked.

Sasori collected his son who buried his face in Sasori's shoulder.

"Mama, Papa, don't go away!"

"We're right here, honey. It was only a dream." Sumire rubbed his back and kissed his head.

She met Sasori's gaze, and she nodded. With a light exhale, Sasori said:

"We can start In-Bed Sunday early."

Sumire gasped in animated excitement:

"Did you hear that Katsushi? You can sleep in our bed tonight!"

Katsushi's bellows quieted and he blinked his tear-filled eyes. Together the family crossed the hall and climbed into their king sized bed. Katsushi wiggled his way between them and laid on his back, smiling up to the ceiling. Sasori and Sumire settled on either side of him each with an arm crossed over him. When Sumire's eyes drifted up to Sasori's, and she saw him mouth the words.

I love you.

She grinned and said:

"I love you too."

Katsushi let out a pleased sigh beneath them, and they leaned their heads closer to one another. It took a short while, but together, the family drifted off to sleep.

End.