Roxy stepped down the stairs at the Bryan residence carefully in her new heels. The skirt on her black dress was firmly fitted around her legs and didn't give her much room to navigate the stairs. Making it down safely, Roxy made her way into the kitchen where she could hear the rest of the family pottering around.

"Okay," she said, stepping over the threshold. "I think I'm rea-."

"You're not planning to wear that around my son and grandson are you, dear?" Flo Rashbaum asked, looking up from the warm bread she was pulling from the oven. "You're about to pop out."

"Huh?!" Roxy blinked and looked down at herself. "Um...I am? But...this is what I'd normally wear. Plus I wanted to look nice for Richie when he got here."

"No no no...I'm sure you have something more...modest," Flo replied, shaking her head in disapproval. "You're not stepping into Temple looking like...that."

"I'm not?!" Roxy asked, giving Sadie a pointed look. "Um...I hadn't really packed for anything else."

Sadie sighed and leaned over to whisper, "She did the same to me until I found a dress to her liking. It's easier to just...go along with it. Get her off your back."

"Mom, c'mon...be nice. There's nothing wrong with how Roxy looks," David said, coming to her defense.

"Stay out of this, David! Now...Roxanne, upstairs and don't come down until you're dressed appropriately!"

"I. Don't. Have. Another. Dress. Here," Roxy grimaced at Sadie before smiling politely at David's mother and left the kitchen.

Sadie came running after her, arms now baby-less. "I know she's a handful. Come on, babe, I've got tons of dresses you're more than welcome too!"

"I can dash out tomorrow," Roxy sighed with a shake of her head as they headed up the stairs. "This is Richie's favorite though. I thought it would be nice to welcome him home in it."

"She'll be leaving in about twenty minutes, I promise," Sadie said, wrapping an arm around Roxy. "Richie will love it. I forgot what a pain Jewish mothers can be. Like she doesn't know her son is a pervert anyway!"

"It's okay," Roxy said as Sadie followed her into her room. "Unzip me and I'll change for tonight. I'll give my fiance a private showing later." Roxy turned her back to Sadie and held her hair out of the way and kicked off her shoes too.

Sadie unzipped the gorgeous dress and gave her best friend a playful smack on her ass.

"Thanks," she said, shimmying out of the dress and leaving her standing naked. Roxy retrieved the dress and laid it on the bed before digging through her suitcase for a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater that belonged to Richie, allowing it to fall off her shoulder. "Will this be okay?"

Sadie looked sadly over the sweater and nodded. "Unfortunately. I miss seeing your curves as much as the men do!"

"But you're so lush, honey," Roxy purred. "How does David keep his hands off these gorgeous girls?" She cupped Sadie's breasts in her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Oops! Sorry, honey," Roxy giggled when she felt a warm moistness against her palms.

A small patch of Sadie's shirt grew moist and dark. "Dave learned his lesson when he squeezed one and got a squirt in the face. Literally that's how my tits say hello now." She tugged off her shirt and pulled out the now soaked pads from her bra. "Apparently it's lunchtime...hold on..."

She stuck her head out the door and yelled downstairs, "Babe, can you bring Isaac up here please?!"

Isaac's sweet little face was stuck into the room. "Lunchie, mommy?" Dave asked in a childish voice.

"Only mature men allowed in my room," Roxy said and giggled when David's blond head appeared above his son's.

"She said mature...not old," Sadie laughed, settling herself on Roxy's bed before taking her son who was staring myopically at her boobs and making nom nom gestures with his tongue.

"You changed!" David wailed, looking between the black dress on the bed and what Roxy was wearing now with a pout. "When did you change?! Why'd you change?! "

"Because I don't want to be the one that upsets the matriarch downstairs any further than what I've already done," Roxy said, poking her friend in the chest. "I know I'm in trouble when people call me Roxanne."

"When she leaves, you can always walk around naked...think of it as my apology for my mother," David smirked.

"Hmm," Roxy grinned. "I'll think about it...."

The sound of the gate buzzer drew everyone's attention. Sadie waved them out with a quiet, "I'll be down after I've fed our little slugger."

"Do you need anything from me, babe?" David offered. "If not, I'll leave you and Isaac to finish."

"I could use a clean, dry shirt and bra pads...maybe a dry bra too and his wipes?"

David nodded and escorted Roxy out. "You go on ahead. I'm gonna get her settled real quick."

"WHERE'S MY QUEEN?!" A male voice roared from downstairs. "YOUR KING HAS RETURNED!"

"MY KING OF SWING!!!!" Roxy squealed over the banister and skipped down the stairs quicker than earlier, reaching the bottom just as David's mother was coming out of the kitchen about to tell off whoever was making the racket.

"I got it, Flo," Roxy said before she ran, barefooted, across the marbled floor and into Richie's waiting arms just as Jon, Tico and Hugh stepped inside one by one. As Richie twirled her around, Roxy covered his face in kisses as his hands sought out her body beneath the sweater.

"Anyone would think they hadn't seen each other in years," Hugh muttered to his bandmates as he placed his small bag on the ground near the entrance. "Are they always like this?"

"That and more," Jon said.

"I'm surprised they're still clothed," Tico chuckled.

"They're not at their own home," Jon replied.

"Since when has that ever been an obstacle??" Tico challenged.

"I'll give them ten minutes," Hugh said.

"You got no place to talk, HUGE McDonald," Jon chuckled.

"What can I say," Hugh grinned, "I know how to keep my wife happy."

"I think you paid her to say that," Tico taunted, clapping the bassist on his shoulder. "Hey...Carina! What about ya Papi?"

"Hmm?" Roxy pulled away from Richie's insistent kisses reluctantly. "Oh! Papi! You're here! Hugh! Jon! When did you guys get here?" She pushed Richie's hands from beneath her sweater and went to the small group of friends, greeting each one with warm hugs and kisses.

The men laughed and gave her sweet kisses on the cheeks. "Mom, Michele's here to pick you up!" David called out, breaking through the throng to his mother. "I promise, we'll be there on time. Roxy and Sadie won't let us be late. Yes, we'll have the food and decor...Ok...sure I'll do that..."

Once Ms. Rashbaum was safely in her daughter's car and David shut the front door, everyone was able to breathe a little easier.

"She's gotten worse," Jon whispered to David.

"I know," Dave replied, "We've been talking about moving her into assisted living..."

"Where's the little mama?" Tico said, making himself at home.

"Little slugger got hungry," Dave answered, "They'll be down when he's done...or when she's empty."

"Oh, that reminds me," Hugh started, rummaging around in his bag and pulling out a neatly wrapped gift with shiny blue paper and bows. "We stopped off in Nashville for promo and Kelly ran this over." He handed the gift to David. "She got excited about it being a boy...but I have no idea what she did."

Roxy and the guys had made themselves comfy when Sadie appeared with Isaac. "Lookie, all your Uncles finally arrived!"

Jon jumped up from where he'd just sat his ass down and rushed over. "Gimme the baby," he said in a goofy voice and carefully slid Isaac from Sadie's arms. He laid his nose against the thatch of dark blonde hair and breathed deeply. "Hmmm...that's what I love the most," he said softly. "You got the best dad, little man, and I'm sure mama will be just perfect too," he said to the little boy. Jon sniffled before asking, "Who's next before I get all in daddy-mode and need to go home?"

Tico put out his arms. "Papi's turn. Give him here." How strange it was to watch these strong rock and roll superstars gushing over a tiny baby. "Lema, you already got some cool leather stuff for him?"

"Leather and skulls, baby. All ready to go," David laughed, wrapping a blanket over Sadie. "It's okay, babygirl. I'll keep you warm." She smiled up at him and wiggled her nose.

Isaac cooed and his bright blue eyes cracked open, watching Tico with interest. "You're gonna be a little badass. Thankfully with your Daddy being who he is and what he has, you weren't born with 'little dick syndrome' like Jonny was!"

In response, Isaac giggled and farted. "Whoa damn! You definitely inherited your Daddy's GI tract! Jesus fuck!!"

When Isaac was finally handed to Hugh, the baby wrapped his little fingers around the bassist's much larger one. "You know, kiddo, forget what those others are saying. You've got the perfect finger spread to become a bassist. You come to Uncle Hugh when you're older and I'll teach you the proper way to play guitar."

"Hey!" Jon and Richie both let their feelings known about their friend's comment.

"I got a wider spread than Jonny," Richie said, holding his fret hand out wide.

"It's not the size of the hand, Mookie," Jon grinned, "but how you use the hand. Ain't that right, girls?!"

"Well...," Roxy started, "I may be a little biased toward size but I think you both have very, very, strong finger techniques."

"But you guys only have one large hand...I got two that make magic." David glanced between Sadie and Roxy. "I'm sure you ladies remember that night..."

The ladies laughed and nodded at the fond memory. "Hadn't you won a bet?" Sadie asked.

"Damn straight, baby," David winked. "If memory serves me well, I'm the only one who's had you both at once!"

"Whoa whoa...when was this??" Richie asked indignantly.

"When we first met you all," Sadie replied, cuddling with her fiance. "I think it was a high-stakes game of poker."

"Who hasn't had a hold?" Hugh asked as all eyes turned toward Richie and Roxy, who was currently curled up in her fiance's lap. Roxy started to move to allow Richie a safer hold but he shook his head and stayed put.

"Let's go to Uncle Richie, little man," Hugh said as a chorus of Uncle Richie's gotta take his medicine rang out from his bandmates. Hugh laid the tiny bundle in Roxy's lap and Richie placed his free arm around the baby.

Roxy watched her fiance as he gazed at the infant with a soft smile on his face. Neither of them said anything and a gentle quiet settled over the room, each of them giving them understanding and space.

Richie bent forward and kissed Isaac's little head before looking up at his bandmate. "He's perfect, Davy," he said softly.

Roxy happened to look over at Sadie, who was watching them both with a sad smile. Roxy acknowledged Sadie and snuggled closer to Richie as she trailed her finger over the infant's fine hair and face.

She had been resigned to never having children but that was before meeting Richie. Now, all she wanted to do is fill his home with more adorable Sambora children like Ava. Roxy blinked and felt a sole tear track down her face.

As though reading her mind, Richie laid his head against hers and kissed her cheek where the teardrop lay, whispering, "One day, baby."

"Well...," Sadie said, breaking the silence, rising off the couch slowly. "I need a snack after feeding him. Can I get anyone anything while I'm up?"

"Those fuckers know where everything is," David said. "They can get it themselves."

"I know that," Sadie said through her clenched teeth that were behind a forced smile. "I'm trying to give them some privacy," she said a little softer, tugging David to his feet. The other men followed suit after a few meaningful glares from Sadie, leaving the living room to follow David to his studio on his suggestion.

Sadie stepped over to the couple and kissed the top of Roxy's head, instinctively knowing what Roxy was thinking about. "Go upstairs, you two," she said, scooping her son from Roxy's lap. "I'll be around if you need me, Rox," Sadie added before padding out of the living room.

"Are you okay?" they both asked almost at the same time once they were alone.

Roxy sighed, smiling softly at her fiance. "I'll be fine," she replied. "It's been a long few days...I'm glad you're here now though."

"I was worried about you," Richie said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and searching her face.

Roxy cupped his cheek. "I know," she said and leaned in to press her lips to the brunettes. "I love you, baby." Roxy swiped at the lip gloss she'd left behind on his lips with her thumb.

"I love you too, Rox. Beyond Ava, you're the most important person in my life and I would do anything for you," he said. "Including going to the ends of the earth to visit every single fertility doctor...for us to become parents together and make Ava a big sister."

Roxy's eyes swam with tears and nodded, unable to talk around the lump in her throat.

"I know this has got to be hard on you," he continued. "We don't have to stay here, you know. We could go to my folks' place tonight and still be there on time for the ceremony in the morning."

Roxy shook her head. "I'll be fine, baby," she replied. "We can go after tomorrow though. I know you want to see them."

"Mom will be pissed if I don't," Richie chuckled. "Hey...I just noticed! Is this my sweater?"

"Yeah," Roxy grinned sheepishly. "I found it in your closet. Hope you don't mind. I always thought you looked damned sexy in it!"

"I don't mind!" he grinned. "I never looked this good in it, that's for damned sure!" He hooked his finger into the neckline and pulled it open, taking a peek at Roxy's naked breasts beneath. "There is a heaven," he groaned before play-attacking her neck, nibbling, and kissing his way up to her mouth before claiming it in a heated kiss.

His arm that was resting on the couch, came up to the back of Roxy's head to deepen the kiss, the other slipped beneath the sweater to cup her breast, teasing the nipple mercilessly and making her pussy weep with moisture, soaking the fabric of her leggings.

"Need you, baby...take me upstairs," Roxy whispered when their mouths had finally parted. She needed the guitarist; needed to feel his arms around her, needed to feel his mouth against her heated skin, needed to feel him fill her both with his body and his seed.

Richie nodded and Roxy slipped from his lap to allow him to stand. They walked arm in arm through the Bryan house to the stairs, the sounds of the other occupants echoed through the vast space as they took each step.

Roxy stepped over the threshold of the borrowed bedroom and Richie followed, locking the door behind him, toeing out of his shoes whilst leaning on the door.

Roxy held out her hand to her fiance as she stood at the end of the bed. Richie stepped to her and dropped to his knees in front of her. He ran his hands up her legs and beneath the sweater cupping her breasts as Roxy carded her fingers through his hair, gazing down at the love of her life.

"I've missed you, darlin'," Richie murmured, kissing her belly whilst threading his fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings, drawing them down slowly. "You smell so good...so sweet."

His eyes worshiped each sliver of exposed skin until his ultimate goal was revealed. Leaving Roxy half exposed, Richie moved his hands to her ass, cupping and kneading the firm flesh of her glutes in each palm, pulling her closer so that her sodden folds were at the mercy of his mouth and tongue.

Roxy cried out in pleasure as he licked and nibbled at her outer lips. So close to where she needed him, but not close enough, whimpering in frustration. "Baby...please...."

"You sure it ain't Christmas time?" Richie asked. "Coz I sure am enjoying unwrapping this gift."

"Your gift has a best before date, though," Roxy said on a shuddery breath as Richie blew cool air over her moist, heated pussy. "Mmm...you're such a tease...nghh!" The noise was ripped from her mouth as her lover laid an open mouthed kiss on the puffy, lower lips, sliding his tongue between them to barely touch her engorged clit.

Richie pushed the rest of her leggings to the floor and steadied her as she stomped out of them, leaving her in just his sweater.

Sitting back on his heels, Richie hummed in appreciation as he looked her up and down. "I knew there was a reason I kept that sweater," he said, rising from the floor.

Roxy started to remove it, her arms poised, ready, when Richie shook his head.

"Not yet," he said. "Let me just...look at you. You're so beautiful, Rox. I hope I tell you enough how much I love you." His voice was thick as though he was holding his emotions in check.

Roxy stepped up close, placed her hand on his chest where his shirt lay open, feeling his heart beating strongly beneath her palm. His arms went around her waist and his fingers curled into the woolen fabric as he bent to place his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

Roxy moved her hand down to where his shirt was being held together by a few measly buttons and slipped the plastic discs through their holes. As Richie's tongue teased its way inside her mouth to mate with Roxy's as her next achievement was going to be to free him from his pants, her fingers making short work of the singular brass button and zip.

As their kisses deepened, Richie crushed Roxy against him. His hands moved from her spine and traveled in opposite directions, one cupped the back of her head gently as the other slipped lower to palm at her naked ass cheek.

The kiss broke, leaving them both gasping for air. Roxy's hands sought out his warm, naked flesh as much as he did on her body, pushing his jeans over his rigid cock, letting them gather around his knees. He bared his teeth in a snarl a little at Roxy's eager roll of her hips as she tried to guide him to where she needed to feel him the most.

"One would think that you'd missed your King, darlin'?" he asked, nipping at her jaw and down her neck.

"Oh, I have," she whined

"Tell me," he instructed.

"Mmmm," Roxy whimpered as he slid his cock between her legs, teasing the lips his mouth had worshipped moments ago. "I've missed your cock, baby, and the way it fills me up and how I can feel your heart, your beautiful, strong heart beating within me because he's so snug in there."

"He does like to be safe and warm in there, my love," Richie crooned, slowly rocking his hips so that his shaft gathered her moisture that seeped from within her folds. "So fucking wet," he breathed.

Roxy moved so that she could kiss Richie's lips tenderly, leaving them plump and glistening. "I've missed your mouth," she said, taking tiny sips from the corners. "I've missed the way that you tell me you love me, the way you tell your daughter how beautiful she is, how you sing the praises of your friends. I love the way your lips break when you smile and laugh, quickly, easily and with genuine affection. But most of all, I love the way they feel against mine when you're making love to me."

With one swift action, Richie pulled the sweater over Roxy's head, tossing it in the general direction of her suitcase, before sweeping her from her feet and taking two long strides to the bed, laying them both down.

Roxy wound her legs around Richie, drawing him close but arching her back to encourage his hot mouth to her breast, crying out in relief when he took the hint and, as he slid into her slick heat, his mouth claimed her taut nipple between his lips, suckling hard at the peaks as his hips slowly rolled against hers.

"I've missed you, baby," Richie groaned as Roxy tightened around him and met each thrust with a breathy sigh.

Losing themselves in time and space where words were nonsensical and barely more than whispers, it wasn't long before Roxy's climax washed over her in a tsunami of sensation and emotion as Richie gathered her up into his arms moments before he joined her in his release, covering her in passionate kisses.

The couple laid entwined for long moments, fingers reacquainting themselves with their mate. Richie softened eventually and Roxy whimpered at the loss but was bundled up into strong arms and he whispered into her hair, "I love you, Rox. You're my world, darlin'."

She smiled up sleepily at him and sighed happily, saying, "Welcome home, baby."

He kissed her nose and said, "Sleep, baby," and Roxy snuggled into Richie's side, letting her eyes close, feeling safe, secure and thoroughly loved.