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A muffled groan came from the general vicinity of the bed. A soft giggle and then a loud THUMP followed this agonized sound. Another groan filled the air, louder this time.

"Are you okay?" Tabitha Guthrie asked her husband, looking down at him, as he lay sprawled out on the floor.

"Ow." Was all Sam Guthrie could say, slowly sitting up. "Ah'm way to old for this."

Tabitha propped herself up on an elbow, and grinned at him, her eyes glowing softly. "You're not old, baby."

"Ah am so. Ah have no idea what Ah'm doin' with a frisky young lady like yourself…" Sam said playfully, standing up and climbing back into their bed. Tabitha wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a soft kiss. "If Ah recall, this is how Ah wound up on the floor in the FIRST place…"

Tabitha laughed again, leaning her forehead 'til it touched his. "Hey, it's not my fault you got excited!"

"Oh, yes it is." Sam said, pulling her closer to him, and kissing her firmly. Tabitha squealed, and let herself be drawn into the kiss.

"MOM! DAD! GROSS!" The couple broke from their kiss to see their oldest daughter, Sami, standing in the doorway with her hands over her eyes.

"Gross? This ain't gross!" Sam said, snuggling his wife closer to him.

"Yeah, Sami. We're not doing anything!" Tabitha laughed, running her fingers through her gray-streaked auburn hair.

"Yeah, right." Sami muttered. "And people wonder why I have seven brothers and sisters…"

Sam and Tabitha just chuckled, kissing softly again. Sami groaned out loud, and stomped off, rolling her eyes.

"I think we just disgusted our daughter." Tabitha told her husband, grinning at him.

"Ya think?" Sam asked, pulling her closer to him.

"Maybe just a little bit." Tabitha whispered to him, her lips not five centimeters from his.

"Well, she needed it." Sam said decisively, nodding his head up and down. Then his wife's mouth captured his, and he didn't say anything after that for quite some time.

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When Sam and Tabitha finally did decide to get out of bed, they were greeted at the door by a mess of kids.

"Mom, I need help with--"

"Daddy, where's the keys--"

"Mommy! I want breakfast!"

"Mom, Dad, can I get a car?"

"WHOA! SLOW DOWN!" Sam cried, holding his hands up. The kids immediately quieted down, and looked down at the kids.

Tabitha grinned up at her husband, and looked over at her kids. Thomas Julio, know commonly as TJ and the next oldest after Sami, was the one asking for help. Lucy Danielle was the one asking for the keys, since turning sixteen her parents had been hard pressed to keep her out from behind the wheel. Priscilla Dawn was the little one begging her mother for breakfast, jumping up and down like only a eight-year -old could do. And Joshua Peter was the fifteen-year-old asking for the car, his auburn hair hanging down over his mother's eyes.

"Alright, let's see." Tabitha said, pushing her fingers through her tangled hair. "TJ, I will help you in a minute. Lucy, you can not have the car today, we need it."

"But, MOMMA…" Lucy began, preparing to whine.

But her mother cut her off like she hadn't even spoken. "Prissy, I'll get you breakfast in a minute, and no Josh you can NOT have a car."

"But MOOOMMM…" Lucy and Josh began in unison.

Sam held back his laughter, and said, "Don't argue with your mother."

Lucy sighed, and flounced off, her shoulder-length, curly blonde hair waving. Josh looked like he was going to protest, but a look from his father stopped him. Running his fingers through his straight auburn hair, her followed his sister. Prissy hugged her mother and father around the knees in turn, and skipped off to the kitchen, her strawberry blonde hair messy and tangled.

"Mom, I need some help filling out all these college applications." TJ asked from behind her. Tabitha blinked, and shook her to clear it. TJ looked and sounded so much like his father that sometimes she got confused.

"Alright, I'll help you do that." Tabitha said, rubbing her eyes.

"And Ah'll go check on Cassie. Oh, and Ah'll go wake up the twins to." Sam said, referring the Guthrie's youngest daughter, three-year-old Cassandra Demona and their twelve-year-old twins Zachary Charles and Martina Rachel.

Tabitha nodded, and the two kissed softly before running off in separate directions. The day had once again begun for them. Darkchilde's Stories