"Of course you have to go back to school," Francie said. "Don't be ridiculous, your mother will kill you!"

"No she won't, Chester said comfortably. "I'm her only child, for one thing. I'm a little battered, but she definitely wants to keep me around, you know?"

Daisy bit her lips in a vain attempt not to smile, eventually retreating to the kitchen. "You want some tea, love?" she called.

"Yes, please, that would be great."Francie turned once again to Chester. "Come on, please at least go back for seventh period? Don't let them win."

"How are they winning? I get to spend the afternoon watching movies with my girl while she reposes on the couch, and looks glorious doing it, too, I might add." He bopped her nose with his finger.

Francie didn't say anything, but made room for him next to her on the Santangelos' roomy sofa. Chester, however, took too long smiling at her in gratitude, and Della promptly took the space, jumping up, turning in a couple of circles, curling up, and looking up at the couple with a smile of joy at being in their midst.

Chester simply couldn't take her spot away from her, so he squished in on Francie's other side, which was almost as comfortable, and much nicer, anyway, because he got to sit so much closer to Francie.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Daisy asked when she brought in the tea. "You don't need to see a doctor?"

Francie nodded. "Thanks for the tea, mom. I'm fine. I was just all knotty and nervous because I knew everyone was talking about me and staring at me and stuff. It feels awful." She shook her head. "I'm sure I fed the whole 'Francie's pregnant' gossip thread beautifully, though. People will be placing bets on my due date by the time I go back to school."

"Well, when you don't have a baby, that will be put to rest, won't it?" Daisy suggested, resting on the arm of the sofa and stroking Francie's hair.

"No, then they'll just switch over to the 'she must've had an abortion' plot line, I'm guessing," Francie said hopelessly.

"God, Francie, I'm so sorry," Chester said, shaking his head. "All this because you decided to invite me to a stupid dance."

"Chester, stop it," Francie chastised. "None of this is your fault. Or mine, for that matter. "Some mean people at school just can't stand to see us happy, that's all."

"Well, I'm sorry for both of you," Daisy said, continuing to stroke Francie's hair. "And I'm leaving in a few minutes to go talk to Dr. Alvarez about this mess before I pick up the little ones, okay?"

"Thanks, mom, I guess this has gotten bigger than we can handle on our own," Francie agreed.

"After that, I'm taking them straight to their lessons, so we won't be back until close to five, okay?"

"Okay. You want me to start dinner?"

"Nah, I'll just pick something up."

Francie nodded and clicked the TV on. "See you later. Love you, mom."

"Love you, too."

"Your mom is so nice," Chester said as they settled into each other's arms.

"Yeah, she really is," Francie agreed. "And she's been through this, only on a much worse scale, so she can really sympathize, you know?"

Chester shook his head. "What happened to her?"

"You really don't know? About the sex tape?"

Chester sat up on the sofa. "Your mom made a sex tape? Really?"

Francie shook her head, muting the movie. "Back when she was in college, before she met my dad, I guess she really got around. I mean, she was beautiful, and single, why not, right? So one night, she was drunk, and some guy filmed her going down on him and then filmed the two of them having sex, and for whatever reason he kept it for years. Then, when my dad got really popular and famous, he sold it to some online porn company who released it and it was all over the internet. This was only a few years ago, you really don't know anything about it? You would've been in fifth or sixth grade?"

Chester shook his head. "I had a very sheltered childhood. Why would my parents tell me about anything like this? Besides, at that time my dad was still touring a lot, we'd have been in Europe or Asia or wherever, we didn't keep up with the news or pop culture."

Francie nodded. "Well, it was horrible. My parents spent a Swiss mint scrubbing it off the internet, and dad got his fans involved in reporting all uploads to a website and everything, and when the whole mess was cleaned up, he rewarded everyone with free concerts in Central Park and Florence and everything--that part was really fun. Everything was filmed and turned into a huge movie that got nominated for Best Documentary Oscars, and we were all in it? Yeah, it was pretty neat." 

Francie's voice had gotten soft with nostalgia as she nestled into Chester's arms. "It was the first time I really got what my dad did, you know? The first time I saw him how the rest of the world saw him. Up to then, he was just my daddy, the wonderful guy who blew on my knee when I scraped it, or carried me to bed, read me stories in these great voices; he was my hero, but he was just daddy, and I was his mimma. 

"After I watched the movie, though, I saw Pete Santangelo, the rock star, the sex symbol, singing up on stage, taking his shirt off and controlling the crowd, it was pretty amazing." She turned even further into Chester's body. "I saw Pete Santangelo, the man my mother fell in love with."

"It must be pretty surreal to be his child," Chester agreed. "I can't even imagine what kind of expectations his daughters would have of a potential boyfriend or husband or father for their children. The bar must be sky-high."

"Yep," Francie agreed, nodding, nuzzling Chester's neck. "Not many people make the cut, that's for sure. You're the first, Chester Wozniak."

Chester shook his head. "That's hard to believe."

"Well, believe it, buster," Francie murmured comfortably, sliding her leg over Chester's lap. "You cleared the bar with room to spare." She began peppering his neck and jaw with kisses, making him close his eyes at the sensation.

"With these legs?" he joked, his voice getting soft as he moved his head to better enjoy Francie's ministrations.

"Shut up and kiss me," Francie whispered, turning Chester's head to face her so she could put action to her words.

"Yes ma'am."

The movie remained muted and forgotten as the young lovers drew their legs up on the sofa and wrapped themselves up in each other. Della shifted closer and closer to the edge of the couch as they gently pushed her with their socked feet, making happy murmuring sounds and gentle laughs as they kissed and held each other.

Francie eventually pulled her shirt off as she straddled Chester, revealing today's bra, which was blue, with pink flowers all over it. 

Chester still couldn't get over the fact that a girl could just, remove her shirt in his presence like this, thereby showing what to him were the most beautiful body part in existence, her breasts, like it was nothing. He would never get over the thrill of this moment, of seeing a girl sitting before him in nothing but her brassiere, smiling and lovely. He sighed with pleasure.

Francie smiled, knowing how much Chester enjoyed the moment because everything he was feeling showed on his face, in his expressions. She reached out and pulled his shirt off, then leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped him.

Very deliberately, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting the straps fall down her white arms until the whole thing slid off. She laid it on the back of the sofa on top of her shirt and she and Chester faced each other shirtless, equals as it were.

Chester swallowed, afraid to look. These would be the first breasts he'd ever seen in person in his life.

And as nervous as he was, Francie was even more so. Chester was the first person, other than her family, to ever see her in such a state. What if "Francie the Body" only looked good with her clothes on?

"Go ahead, you can look," Francie finally encouraged.

Chester swallowed again, and bent his head. His lips formed the word wow, though no sound came out. 

First of all, they were perfectly round, which he hadn't been expecting. He thought they would have a little drag, being the size they were. They were white, except for the middle, which were dusky pink, with the nipples an even darker pink. 

Francie took one of Chester's hands and placed it on her breast as she leaned in to kiss him, and he slid his hand up to cup it of his own accord, giving a gentle squeeze. His thumb slid up and over the pebbled nipple, which made Francie moan into his mouth and lean into his hand.

He felt himself leap in his pants as he put his other arm around her smooth back so he could pull her closer. He squeezed her breast a little more, and felt her sigh into his mouth again, and the feeling was beyond description. 

"Oh, Francie," he breathed. "Oh my god, Francie, nothing has ever felt so good." He kissed her again and again, moving down her jaw to her neck, not releasing her breast, caressing it, sliding his thumb back and forth.

She tipped her head back as his mouth moved down her body, nodding her agreement.

When his mouth reached her breast, she gasped at the sensations of wetness, of warmth, of suction.

"Chester, do that some more, okay?" she asked, putting her hands on his head, digging her long fingers into his curly hair. "More..."

"Okay." He nodded, reveling in the feeling of her fingers in his hair, the pressure of her hands, the feeling of her hips pressing on him, all of it was heavenly.

He kissed her other breast and repeated what he'd been doing, this time licking it a little, and even nipping at it a bit, just to see what she'd do.

Francie let out a sound that was half cry, half moan, that again, made Chester jump in his pants. She clutched his head to her body and wrapped her legs around his hips as she rolled her body into his. "Harder, please," she implored, pulling his head even closer.

Chester pulled her backward on the couch and they rolled together, holding each other. Time seemed to stop, the whole world reduced to just this sofa, just the two of them. 

Chester kissed her on the mouth, on her beautiful, swollen lips, over and over, telling her how beautiful she was.

"Chester?" Francie was breathless in his embrace as she lay beneath him.

"Yes?" Another kiss.

"I love you, Chester." Francie looked at him unblinkingly. "I wanted you to know that. I've known since that day on the street corner." She leaned up and kissed him again, lips hot and soft.

"I love you, too, Francie Santangelo," Chester said. "I've known for a while, too, but I didn't want to scare you by saying it too soon. I don't even know when it happened. It's been like watching a cloudy sky clear up. You just look up, and it's just getting bluer and bluer, you know?" He nodded, and kissed her nose before kissing her mouth again.

Suddenly the bell dinged in the foyer, indicating that the elevator had engaged in the lobby and was on its way up.

They were galvanized into motion, jumping up and coming down reaching for their clothes. Francie quickly hammocked her breasts into her bra and did the clasps in the back as Chester pulled his shirt on and tucked it in. Francie yanked her shirt on over her head and tucked it in as Chester raked his fingers through her hair, trying to make it look like she hadn't been rolling around on it for the last couple hours.

"Hello! We're home!" Daisy called as Finn, Brina and Lottie followed her out of the elevator. They entered the living room to find Francie and Chester arm in arm watching the end of the news with Della next to them.

"Did you have a nice afternoon?" Daisy asked as she went into the kitchen to put down the take out she'd gotten for dinner. "Hope you like Chinese, Chester."

"Oh, no, I won't be staying for dinner, thanks. In fact, I'd better be going," Chester responded.

Francie saw him to the elevator, where she kissed him good bye.

"See you tomorrow," Francie said. "I love you."

"I love you, too. See you tomorrow."