"Fred, love, I wasn't saying..." Wesley started to say with a laugh, but before he could finish, his wife was out of bed and back into her nightshirt. He watched as she left the room, shaking his head. "Rupert."
"Hmmm?"
"We are very lucky."
Rupert laughed at that as he reached over to run his fingers over Wesley's abdomen. "That we are." He then pushed himself up and leaned over to kiss him deeply for a few moments. "Of course, I happen to think I'm rather doubly lucky."
Wesley felt a warmth spread through him before he pulled back to look at the other man. "Didn't Fred say that we should behave ourselves?"
"Yes, I suppose she did." Lying back again, he let his hand continue to caress him, drawing a soft groan from Wesley when his fingers trailed downwards. "But that isn't often very fun."
"You're incorrigible, Rupert."
"Only because I don't get to see you two as often as I'd like. I have to take my chances when I can get them, you do realize."
The door opened again, and Fred came back into the room so slip back into bed with them. Wesley smiled at Rupert as they both embraced her although when she mentioned Regan asking about a dog again, he raised his head head.
"An older dog?" he asked. Usually Regan talked about puppies, so he hadn't thought about the possibility of an older dog before. But Fred was right - it was a better idea. And it might be a good idea for Regan to have a dog around, both for her and her protection. Wesley trusted their friends, but there were still others that he didn't and never would. Knox had made sure of that. "I think that's a good idea. Maybe we can start looking around over the next few days. See what kind of dogs we can find."
He was about to say more, but before he could, the phone rang. Turning over, Wesley reached over and picked up the cordless on the nightstand, looking at the caller id. Wolfram and Hart. Angel? He answered the call.
"Wesley, I swear I'm going to go down to Fred's lab and find a way to use one of the ghost collectors on Spike," Angel growled. "He's sitting here singing 'I'm Henry the Eighth, I Am' and laughing because I can't do anything to him."
Wesley sighed. "Angel, it's not going to be--."
"Spike, get the hell out of here!" Angel yelled on the other end.
"Calling a chat line, Peaches? Don't want me to hear your pick-up lines?"
"That's it!" There was a crashing sound, and then the line went dead.
"Oh, bloody hell." Wesley looked over at Rupert and Fred. "I think Spike finally made Angel snap. I'd better get over there and make sure he doesn't go into your lab for a weapon."
Leaning over, he kissed both of them deeply before getting out of bed and quickly pulling his clothes back on.
"I won't be long. I promise," he told them before he left.