The song is 'Raining on Sunday' by Keith Urban. Enjoy!
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The bullpen was quiet.

Quiet that is… until the sharp sound of a pencil cracking in half with a loud snap penetrated the stillness of the room.

Bobby mumbled something under his breath and tossed the two unevenly broken pieces towards the wastebasket at the end of his desk. He ignored the looks that swung his way as he rummaged through his desk drawer, looking for another one.

“You’ll need a new form just to keep yourself in pencils.” Lucy couldn’t help it… it slipped out of her mouth before she thought about it. She pressed her lips together tightly when he glared at her. She hastily signed SORRY to him as was the habit in the bullpen whenever anyone needed to apologize.

It had been a very long week.

A week that seemed to start the Friday before and was destined to keep them chained to their desks for the entire weekend. Again.

Silence descended on them again and the ticking of their watches and the huge clock up on the wall was the only noise until the sharp sound of a pencil cracking in half, roused them once again from their silent reveries.

Tara let her eyes wander over his form. So far… they’d been able to hide their blossoming relationship from the rest of the team. But she knew that he wasn’t okay with this case. None of them were. But Bobby had been taking this one harder than anyone else.

Single mom. Two kids. And the absent father.

And the suddenly absent father seemed to be tied to the string of robberies that had been occurring at small mini-marts across the DC area. Tara suspected the man was desperate to provide for his family. Bobby was torn… at least, in her humble opinion… between believing that the man had every intention of returning to care for his family… and a cynical outlook on life that had him believing that the poor woman would no sooner get used to the fact that her husband was a lying, cheating… scumbag….when he’d show up again, shower her with money for the bills and presents for the kids… only to drink the next month’s electric bill away so that the disconnect notice would show up when they least expect it and leave again once she’d served her worthiness to him. Leaving her to beg and plead with the customer service representative at the electric company to give her more time… when the customer service rep had probably heard ten thousand stories that day… each one of them more compelling than the last.

Tara’s heart ached for her … well now… just what was he? They’d been sleeping together too long to just be dating. But neither of them had chosen to broach the subject of making the arrangement more permanent.

“Why do things have to be so hard?” Bobby asked the room in general. “It’s not fair.”

“No one said things would be fair, Bobby.” Sue’s gentle voice was the only one that answered his outburst. “Life isn’t always fair and whoever said life was easy may have had a point.” He studied her doubtfully.

“That life is easy?” He questioned. Sue pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose slightly before shrugging.

“Of course.” Tara said, catching the attention of both Jack and Myles as she stood up and walked towards the whiteboard. “Life is easy.” She insisted. Even D looked doubtful at her statement. She rolled her eyes and picked up the dry erase marker and wrote it on the board.

Life is easy.

Tara looked at each of them in turn. D finally shrugged at her. “I guess I don’t get it.” He admitted, relieved when everyone else nodded their agreement. Tara smiled softly at him before glancing at Bobby.

“Life is easy. It’s the job… our jobs are never easy.” Tara patiently explained. “We run ourselves ragged… working late into the night when we’re ready to drop on our feet at ten in the morning. And for what?” She asked. “Do we do it in exchange for money or thanks or compliments about what we do and how we do it? No… all we get out of it is lack of sleep… too much caffeine and everything in our own personal lives, falling apart around our ears.”

It ticks just like a timex, it never lets up on you,
Who says life is easy, the job is never through,
It'll run us till we're ragged, it'll harden our hearts,
And love could use a day of rest before we both start fallin' apart

Well, your doing it again, Mione! I marvel at how perfectly you write the story behind a song!

I've never heard this song, so I'll be eagerly anticipating each post!

Lynn

I agree -- you have knack for getting deep into a song. So Tara and Bobby are more than just an item, but an as yet undefined one (you'll fix that, won't you, mione?) I don't know this song either -- well, maybe I do if I heard it. Think I might have to go and check it out -- or maybe wait until you give me the background for it first before listening to it.

kav

Very thought provoking already, Mione!! I love how your story is starting to weave through the song!!!

Very interested to see how Bobby and Tara move forward with their relationship!! I think they mean much more to each other than either one of them realizes yet!!!

Joy

Sweet another piece by you. ANd i love your song fics

Yay, Mione! Have I ever told you how much I enjoy your song fics? I do! I love them so much!

I'm interested in seeing where you're going from here. We already know that Bobby and Tara have a relationship going, but where is it going to go and how is Bobby's personal feelings toward this case going to affect it?

looks like a b/t. I can't wait for more. update soon

“You’re right.” D nodded. “He’s been quiet the last two days. We can’t continue to work around the clock, we’re not doing anyone any favors. Jack- get SOG watching the wife’s house… make sure they follow her and if he shows up … tell them to call me.”

“No.” Myles shook his head. “If he shows up have them call me. You have a family that you should spend the weekend with.” D smiled and thanked him as Jack made the call.

“All right… let’s get out of here.” Jack grinned as the team roused from their desk and a flurry of leaving started to happen.

Before long, the bullpen was empty again… well… mostly empty.

Tara’s head was still bent for a moment over her keyboard, eyes on her monitor… fingers flying. She was oblivious to the approaching shadow to her desk.

Bobby watched her. Even though they could leave now… she was still furiously trying to get things down before leaving for the weekend. He smiled, watching the blonde hair curl against her cheek as it escaped the barrette she’d pulled most of it back in. He loved that hair… it smelled like vanilla and some sort of floral.

Just like her skin.

And he adored running his fingers across the soft silky skin of her back when they were lazing about in bed in the mornings. “C’mon luv…” He rapped his knuckles on her desk. “Time to go.”

Tara looked up at him and smiled. “I was just checking the weather reports.” She said. “It’s supposed to rain on Sunday, you know.”

“Really? I had no idea.” Bobby said, going to get her coat. “Spring showers are nice…” He shrugged as he brought it back to her to slide her arms into.

“They are.” Tara agreed. “But I love it when it rains on Sundays… because we can stay in bed all afternoon and escape the weather when we want to.” She found herself pulled firmly into that firm muscular chest that she adored. “Is this you saying that you hope it rains on Sunday like they say it’s going to?”

“Tara…” He reached up a hand to trail the back of one finger down her cheek. “I hope it storms like crazy on Sunday.”

And pray that it's rainin' on Sunday,
Stormin' like crazy,
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
And baby whatever comes on Monday can take care of itself cause we've got better things that we can do
When it's rainin' on Sunday

Yup, haven't said this for awhile, but saying it again now. I still want a bobby

Goosebump shiver. I'm hoping for torrential downpours for them on Sunday...Saturday too if it will help any!!!!

kav

Maybe they can do some talking too, about the third finger, left hand?

Lynn

I also hope it storms like crazy on Sunday!!! **sigh**

Joy

Definately can't go wrong with a Bobby...

Rain on a sunday? Sounds so romantic.

Friday evening passed for Bobby and Tara like most of their Friday evenings did. Dinner… movie… home to snuggle together with a glass of wine in front of the fire.

She didn’t press him about his emotional state about the case on Friday night. They needed a break. Tomorrow they would spend a few moments discussing it and then on with the rest of the weekend.

Bobby struggled that night trying to fall asleep. He was up early for a jog Saturday morning when he normally would have been content to stay in bed with Tara, holding her close and tickling her until she squirmed and begged him to stop tickling her. With every step he took… as his footsteps pounded the pavement, his heart beat out a heavy tune.

This case was way too close to his own upbringing.

His mum… in the same position. Raising her two children the best that she could with an absent husband. She rarely talked about it now even after she met and married his Pops. Mac Ellis was no good for her or them as far as Bobby was concerned. His little sister Tully had never spent more than a few moments in his presence at one time. Mum was shocked when she found out that she was pregnant after Mac disappeared after Bobby’s sixth birthday. For the longest time he resented her because to his six… seven…. year old mind… she was the reason that his father didn’t come home often and then she was the reason he stayed away completely.

Bobby slowed to a walk, rubbing the back of his neck as he took huge gulps of air trying to catch his breath.

Sweet, kind…. Smart… strawberry blonde and green eyed Tully.

He’d fallen under her spell when she was about two and they’d been left home alone for a while until the sitter arrived while Mum went to work. There had been a storm that night and she cried out in her room until he’d gone in to tell her to shut up and she just looked at him… tears welling up in those huge green eyes and she wrapped her arms around him and clung to him for dear life. A fiercely protective feeling rose up inside him and from that moment on… his resentment focused on Mac and not his sister.

It dawned on him that he’d ignored his sister lately. He needed to call her. He felt a sudden burning desire to tell her that he loved her.

Bobby sighed heavily. The weight that he felt in his heart wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. At least not as long as this case continued to drag on… and on… and on.

He turned his steps towards home and Tara. He smiled when he realized how well Tara and Tully would get along. His pace picked up and he made it home in half the time it had taken him to get that far.

“Hey.” Tara smiled at him when he came in the door. “Good run?” She asked softly, seeing the battle that was raging in his eyes. He shrugged. She went over to him, caressing his cheek gently before she brushed a light kiss across his lips.

His heartbeat picked up. Tara’s kisses were always… just always what he needed. There was an innocence in the openness and honesty of her kisses that he’d never found in any of his previous relationships. He caught her, pulling her back to him, cradling the back of her head gently in his hand as he kissed her back, his hunger for her making him deepen the kiss until she pulled away slightly to study him.

“Water for the body… Love for the soul.” She murmured softly, taking his hand and leading him towards the bathroom so that he could shower.

As they showered together… washing each other’s backs and letting their hands go on exploratory missions across each other’s body… he told her about how his heart had been aching for this family. He explained how it really had been for them when Mac left and admitted to resenting his sister … even though he’d known that Mum hadn’t had a chance to tell Mac about her until after she was born.

“Call her.” Tara urged him before claiming his lips in another kiss that had his body reacting and their shower ending far sooner than it might have if they had been able to keep their focus on just the cleansing power of a shower.

Your love is like religion, across in Mexico
And your kiss is like the innocence of a prayer nailed to a door
Oh surrender is much sweeter, when we both let it go
Let the waters wash our bodies clean and love wash our souls

Mione, I just love how your story weaves in and out of the song!! Perfect!!!

Joy

Totally awesome! Especially the use of the line from the song.

Lynn

I think that is what he needs, to call his sister; or if she is the adventitious sort like our bobby . . expect her )

It's good to know that Bobby is thinking about his sister while going through this case. I think he does need to call her, to tell her that he loves her, just so she knows that he hasn't forgotten her.

Call her Bobby, she can help

I love the emotional intimacy between Tara and Bobby. That she knew enough to give him some time and he opened up on his own. It must be so hard to maintain relationship with family so far away...takes a lot of time and effort. I think this case is just bringing his past to the surface, but with Tara there to help him, he can finally sort it out and put it to rest.

kav

I can see Bobby resenting his baby sister in the beginning, not realizing his dad's leaving had nothing to do with her. So sad. How perfect for him to be in a position for her to need him, melting his heart. Loved it.

“You should call her.” Tara said, tracing a lazy circle on his bare chest. “If you want… I could go… I should do some grocery shopping today if we might end up under the covers all afternoon together tomorrow. I’m tired of take out at work so I want to make sure we have something to eat next week.”

“And say what?” Bobby asked, letting his hand trail down her back before he pulled her a little closer. “That I’ve rediscovered my resentment towards our absentee father… who I arrested two years ago? I’ve never told them that. Neither her or mum.”

“No silly.” She pressed a kiss into the circle she’d just made. “You tell her that you’ve been thinking about her lately and that you love her.” She looked up, studying him. “And that if she wants to come visit…. She should. I’d love to meet her.”

His eyes widened slightly. “You would? I mean… of course you would…” He smiled. “That’s a great idea.” He kissed the tip of her nose before she got out of bed and he followed her… dressing again so that she could go to the store and he got dressed as well because he needed to if Tara was leaving.

The rest of the day passed quickly… he had a great talk with Tully and she promised she’d make arrangements and let him know when she was coming. She couldn’t wait to meet Tara either.

They woke to the pitter pat of rain drops splattering on the window on Sunday morning. Tara smiled. “Rain! I love rain on Sundays.” She sighed, snuggling back into him and pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“I do too… maybe not quite as much as you do… but I still enjoy rain on Sundays very thoroughly.” Bobby grinned at her, his hands sneaking between them to caress her body. He kissed her. “Just what am I supposed to do about this case though?” He whispered in her ear, having struggled with it for a long time as he was trying to fall asleep, before nibbling on her earlobe.

Tara giggled softly, her shoulders coming up to try and get him to stop nibbling her ear. “Don’t worry about it, baby. Tomorrow’s another day… Monday’s always seem to take care of themselves.” She said. “I’m sure that you can think of some better things to put your mind to today besides worrying about the case.” She raised an eyebrow at him and leaned away from him slightly, drawing his eyes down away from his face to where his hands were.

“Oh yeah.” He grinned at her, leaning into her again and kissing her deeply before he trailed a series of kisses across her jaw and then down the slope of her neck. He kissed every inch of her delicate collarbone before reversing direction and feathering kisses across the base of her neck. Tara sighed at the sensations flooding her body as he took his time exploring the body that he’d come to love so much before he made love to her.

And pray that it's rainin' on Sunday,
Stormin' like crazy,
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
And baby whatever comes on Monday can take care of itself cause we've got better things that we can do
When it's rainin' on Sunday

This is a beautiful post, Mione!! Bobby and Tara's love just jumps right off the screen!! It makes me wish for rain on Sundays - of course, I also need a Bobby!!!

I'm so glad that Tully is coming to visit!!!

Joy

Sweet Tully's coming.

Oh -- oh...wouldn't it be nice if there was a special reason why Tully was coming to visit? Other than wanting to see her drop dead gorgeous brother, I mean.

It's a snow day where I live...which is the winter equivalent of a rainy Sunday, I would think...but alas...the only one "trailing kisses across my jaw" was Simba...and he was just reminding me that snow day or not he still needs to be fed like clockwork.

kav

I think Tara and Tully meeting would be a wonderful thing. I'm sure the two of them will get along perfectly. And as for the Bobby and Tara moment...

I'm with Kav on this....

QUOTE(Kav @ Mar 9 2008, 06:31 AM)

It's a snow day where I live...which is the winter equivalent of a rainy Sunday, I would think...but alas...the only one "trailing kisses across my jaw" was Simba...and he was just reminding me that snow day or not he still needs to be fed like clockwork.

And taken outside too, Kav? Brrrrrrr!!!!! Just the thought of stepping out in the weather you're having makes me shiver... and not the kind of shiver Bobby could make me feel the way Mione writes him.

Lynn

They spent all day… well… except for the parts of the day when their bodies cried out for food sustenance not just the emotional sustenance that they were gorging on in bed… most of the day in bed, finding new ways to express their feelings to each other with each caress or kiss.

Bobby had never felt this level of emotional involvement before. He thought that he’d been close several times before but whatever spell Tara had him under was completely different than any other spell from any other woman. Tara understood him. She knew when to push him for a response or to back off because after a jog… he’d come to her and tell her what was on his mind. He loved that about her.

Darcy was push… push… push… pick… pick… pick… never a moments peace when they had managed to steal a break in the middle of the case. Bobby had certainly never expected Tara to be so laid back outside of work. She’d never been the kind of woman that was so focused on her job that she was too intense to have fun. No… Tara was the driving force behind most of their team’s success but she was such a ball of energy most of the time too. A ball of energy that didn’t mind having fun. She good-naturedly accepted their teasing about her lack of graceful skills or athletic behaviors.

But Bobby had been struck by her graceful nature from the first time he made love to her. She was graceful… a vision of beauty especially when in motion no matter what she was doing.

He sighed softly, raising a gentle hand to brush the hair away from her face before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Tara had fallen asleep on him when they’d just been talking about nothing really. He loved her. He’d be perfectly happy if it would rain every Sunday for the rest of their lives as long as they were together. He’d never thought he’d actually be okay coming to that decision. But it felt right. It was the right thing to think about Tara. “Let it rain.” He murmured, raising his eyes to the window, a smile playing on his lips as he watched the rain bead up and trickle in rivulets down the window pane.

When it's rainin on Sunday
When it's rainin' on Sunday
Let it rain!

Sounds like Bobby is ready to make a commitment. His description of Tara fits her to a T. Once again, his thoughts fit the lyrics perfectly.

You make this look so easy, Mione, I'm getting the urge to try it....one of these days! Yeah, right! That'll be the day!

Lynn

Go ahead Bobby, you know you want to take that leap. I've always thought Tara was his soulmate and that just becomes so much more true with your stories, Mione!

Man that sounds like the perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon

What a wonderful way to spend Sunday!! I agree with Lynn - I think Bobby is ready to go to the next level!!!

Joy

This is a beautiful story so far Mione and I've thoroughly enjoyed catching up with it so far. Bobby and Tara together as always are wonderful and I'm hoping we get to meet Tully 'cause she sounds very interesting.

Take care,

Sairs

“Hey.” Tara’s eyes blinked sleepily as she woke up. She pushed her hair away from her face looking up into his face. “Did you sleep?”

“Naw.” Bobby smiled at her. “Sleeping’s for wimps.” He joked.

She rolled her eyes. “Nice to know you think that I’m a wimp, Manning.” She commented, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“I don’t think you’re a wimp.” He apologized. “You’re one of the strongest women I know. Right up there with my mum and my sister.” He cupped her cheek, studying her for a moment.

Her face brightened, a grin spreading over it. “Really…?” She asked, smiling bigger when he nodded. “That means so much to me, Bobby. Really it does. It’s a huge compliment to be classified in the same category as your mom and sister.” She shifted in the bed, propping herself up on one elbow before she leaned over him and kissed him.

He kissed her back until she pulled away needing air. “I love you, Tara.” He said seriously, thinking about what he’d been thinking while she had been sleeping.

Tara smiled at him as she settled back in against him, her head on his chest. “I love you too, Bobby.” She said. “So what were you doing while I was sleeping if you weren’t sleeping?”

“Just thinking.” He said.

“Oh, about what?”

“I was thinking that I wouldn’t mind if it rained like this … every Sunday for the rest of our lives.” He said, having not been ready to put things into words for her.

“Sounds depressing.” Tara observed. “Rain every week? That’s a lot of rain for the rest of our lives.” She said without realizing what he’d said.

Bobby smiled at her. “I don’t think it would be depressing.” He said casually, trailing a finger down her arm. “Not if you’re here and I’m here and we’re letting the rain do it’s thing out there…. While we’re in here getting away from everything together for the rest of our lives.”

Tara stilled and she raised her head to stare at him. His words had finally sunk into her brain and she realized that the rest of their lives was a very… very long time indeed. Her eyes traveled his face, locking with his eyes for a while as she hardly dared to breathe. “Are you saying … asking… what I think you’re getting at?” They hadn’t even discussed what would happen when his lease was up at the end of next month yet. Hadn’t even dared to discuss telling the team about their relationship.

“Yes Tara.” Bobby said, his hand reaching to trace her cheekbone with one finger. “I love you very much. And I’d be honored… thrilled… if you’d do me the honor of being my wife so that we can spend every rainy Sunday in bed… not even thinking about the Monday that will be sure to follow. I’ve never felt the way I do about you… about anyone before. I just can’t stand the thought of not being with you.” His hand wandered into her hair and idly played with a strand of her hair.

“Oh Bobby!” Tara leaned in and kissed him fiercely. “Yes… yes, Bobby… ten thousand times yes.” She murmured, kissing him again.

Yay! We have a proposal AND an acceptance - all in the same post!!!



Wonderful!

Regina

That was a beautiful, heartfelt proposal and sooo Bobby!! And, I'm so glad Tara said yes (how could she not?)!!!

Joy

Great answer Tara . . . and i thnk that was the perfect way for him to ask

Whoo-hoo! Happy rainy day Sunday!

Don't mind me......











OKay... I'm done! Love it, Mione!

I'm just going to have to ditto everyone else b/c they said what I'm feeling!

We're going to have a wedding !!!!! I love weddings !!!!!

How appropriate if they have it on Sunday and it rains !!!!!

Lynn

Thank you mione! There doesn't appear to be any angst in this story. JUst lots of interesting ideas on how to spend a rainy Sunday! Bobby's proposal was perfect because of it's spontaniety.

kav

"actually.... a rainy sunday would be a bad day for them to get married because they wouldn't show up...

That's right... a rainy Sunday would so not work for a wedding. LOL Maybe if it rained on Saturday they'd be okay.
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Thirteen years later…..

“Rain…” Tara smiled before pressing a kiss to his jaw. “And it’s Sunday.”

“Righto.” Bobby smiled before bolting out of bed to flip the lock on the door handle. “Can’t get interrupted.” He joked before re-joining his wife of twelve and a half years in bed. He traced the path of her cheekbone with one finger before leaning in and kissing her softly. “I still love it on a rainy Sunday, don’t you?”

“They are the best day of the week.” Tara agreed, snuggling into him, one hand lazily trailing up and down his torso. “So… it rained last week… Is it Uncle Sparky and Auntie Sue’s turn?”

“I think so…” Bobby frowned for a moment. “We parceled them off to Myles last Sunday.”

Tara glanced at the clock. “I’ll give them an hour or so. It’s only six.” She grinned at him when she looked at him again. “Now… what is it that we usually accomplish on Sundays?” She teased, giggling quietly when he flipped her onto her back and claimed her lips with his as his hands explored the body that he’d come to treasure and adore over the last several years. His hands swept down her body, lingering for a moment on the abdomen that had carried their three beautiful children to full term and gave birth to them. He trailed kisses across her upper body, eliciting soft sounds from her before he began to make love to her. It was a far cry from the frenzied lovemaking that had spiked their early rainy Sundays in bed. Now it was the soft tender lovemaking of a married couple, taking advantage of a private day to themselves.

Fortunately for their children… it did not rain every single Sunday much as Bobby had once hoped. But they were well aware of staying clear of their parent’s bedroom door on a rainy Sunday. Usually by mid morning they were either parceled out to their various “aunts” and “uncles” or given permission to go over to a friend’s house.

By seven-thirty, Bobby had explored every bit of Tara’s body… three times… and had made love to her … twice… wrapping his arms around her tightly as she reached for the phone to call Jack and Sue’s house to ask them if they would pick the kids up for church and if it would be okay for them to spend the afternoon with them. She hung up the phone and looked over her shoulder at Bobby with a grin. “They’d be delighted.”

Bobby grinned. “Well they are rather delightful children to have around… just not on a rainy Sunday.”

Tara laughed and turned in his arms, conducting her own extensive exploration of his body, their bodies tangled with each other and with the sheets. She stilled, hearing the doorknob rattle.

“Moooooom!”

She sighed. “What Taylor?” She asked. Their five year old daughter never failed to show up at their door on a Sunday morning.

“I’m hungry.”

“Get Angie to put some waffles in the toaster for you.”

“But I want you to do it. She never cooks them long enough.”

Tara swatted Bobby when he snickered. Tara had a tendency to absentmindedly push the lever on the toaster down again and the waffles ended up burned. Taylor was the only one that adored the burned Eggos.
“Tell her to push them down again, luv.” Bobby said to his daughter.

“Okay…” Taylor could manage to sound so mournful when all they had done was tell her to get her older sister to do something.

Tara sighed and settled in against Bobby thinking about their children as he gently rubbed her back.

Angela, their oldest was eleven and had skipped a grade or two already in school. She was a miniature version of her mother, with her father’s dimples. She was a sweet child who didn’t mind looking after her younger siblings on a Sunday morning until they were able to be picked up. She’d been used to the rainy Sunday tradition of her parents since she was a year old.

James, their only son… was eight and had a tendency to get into everything he could and try to take it apart. Tara blamed Bobby for that and he would merely grin and go lecture his son about why it wasn’t good to take the microwave apart when his mother was needing to make dinner. James took after his father, right down to the green eyes that twinkled with mischief and the dimples that had garnered him a swarm of young girls that trailed him… much to his disgust… almost everywhere.

Taylor was the youngest at five and she was the perfect little mix of them. Bobby’s eyes and dimples and Tara’s bouncy behavior and tousled curls. She was a little spitfire that was bold and inquisitive. Tara sometimes wondered if she’d been born too curious. She was a small little thing which was good because Tara still had to corral her in the cart at the grocery store or she’d find her in the produce section under a mountain of apples that had fallen off of the stand or something.

“We have wonderful children.” She commented, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“That we do.” Bobby agreed. “And they’re all beautiful too. And usually patient.” He said, throwing an amused glance at the rattling door handle.

“Can I come in?” James asked.

“No!” they chorused at him. “You know the drill on a rainy Sunday.” Bobby reminded him through the door.

“But I need to talk to you…Please? You know I could just pick the lock the way that Dad showed me…” His voice trailed off.

Tara gave Bobby a dirty look. “No, James… you cannot pick the lock the way that Dad showed you.” She said.

“Well… can I pick it the way that Auntie Tully showed me then?”

Tara gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. “NO!” She said loudly. “There is No lock picking allowed in this house.” She could almost hear her son pouting behind the door.

“Where are we going today?” He finally asked.

“You’re going to church and then home with Uncle Sparky and Auntie Sue.” Bobby said, pulling his wife close in to his side.

“Oh… okay.”

“I can’t wait for them to leave.” Tara murmured, her hands growing bold in her explorations again. “Oh that sounded terrible.” She rolled her eyes when he laughed at her and shifted her so that she would have total access to his body.

“Mom? Dad?”

Bobby groaned in frustration this time as Tara answered Angie.

“You said Taylor could have waffles?” Angie tended to double check on things because sometimes the waffles were for school breakfasts not Sundays.

“Yes sweetie. And push the lever down a second time after they pop up. Then everyone gets dressed because you’ll be picked up in about forty five minutes.”

“Okay…”

“Love you.” Bobby said, hearing her giggle before she returned the sentiment and wandered away from the door.

They waited, listening to the bustling around the house as the kids got ready and called out a ‘Love you too… behave yourselves…’ before they heard the house go quiet and the door shut behind them and waited for the click of the lock.

“Now… where were we?” Bobby asked, bending his head to kiss her again.

Tara smiled against his lips. “We were right here… spending a rainy Sunday in bed just like you wanted to. Every rainy Sunday for the rest of our lives.” She murmured.

“True.” He agreed. “Maybe not every Sunday though… just the ones that start off raining.”

“Yes. Those are the best ones.” She stated. Each of their children had been conceived during a rainy Sunday activity. He smiled again before kissing her. “Let it rain.” She murmured as his hands began to tease her body again.

“Yeah… let it rain.” Bobby echoed the statement as he began to make love to her.

Just another rainy Sunday in the Manning household…



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~fin~

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What a fun post! Thanks for a great story, and a wonderful ending!!! Just sorry it's already over!



Regina

Oh, Mione, that was incredible!! I love the last post, moving us ahead thirteen years!! I had to chuckle - Bobby and Tara have managed to keep their rainy Sunday tradition in place with three children!! And, I thought it was adorable that all the children took the tradition in their stride!!!

What a delightful story!! Thanks for sharing with us once again, Mione!!!

Joy

I loved it ..., great job

Cute story

Dianna

adorable

Rainy sundays... in bed... for thirteen years... with Bobby... yup... I can honestly say that I'm jealous of Tara.

Another wonderful ending to another wonderful story, Mione. You write those two so well together.

First of all, bless you for the word count! Now, I'm really sorry to see this one end. It was the perfect mix of romance and laughter and I loved catching a glimpse of the future. I have only one question for you: What do Jack and Sue do for their rainy Sunday afternoons if they're always taking care of the Manning brood?

kav

I believe Jack and Sue have dibs on Stormy Saturdays...