“Do you mean right now? But I thought you wanted me to clean your room? And why do you want a vibrator?” I asked. “Because I own it,” he said ...ently.“Do what I tell you, when I tell you. Remember no if, and, or buts,” he answered with a mean temper in his voice.“Whatever,” I sighed, walking toward the door mumbling how annoying he was.“What did you say?” he questioned with even more temper in his voice. He pulled me towards him. My ass was on his hard cock. He pushed it against me. It felt. "Nothing. I'm just the best damn husband in the world."Regina reached out to touch his hand. "Yes. That you are."He enlaced his fingers with hers. "So how was your day?"She felt herself blush. "It was good. I um ... a bit nauseous earlier, didn't feel too good."Tony frowned. "You ok now?" Yeah."Tony searched her face. "You sure? We can go home if you're not well babe."Regina took a deep breath. "Um ... I might be ... and I stress I MIGHT be ... preggo."Tony's jaw dropped. "P-pregnant?"Regina. He was always outside around jogging time, waiting for us to run past. We’ve stopped and talked to him many times, and he no longer makes any secret about checking us out when we do. I once asked him if his wife knew what he was doing, and he told me she was inside and knows why he waters the grass when he does. “She isn’t happy about it, but at night I pop a blue pill, and you two inspire me to give her a nice little ride so she can’t really complain,” he said.Miss Claire told him he was. ’ ‘So you met him?’ Ben lifted his head and smiled. ‘Yes. Spent two days with him and his family in Bangor.’ He leaned back in bed, putting his hands behind his head. ‘He’s a million times funnier than what we know. And his dad is such a sport. Nathan looks exactly like him. Only he’s bald.’ Nathan was their fifth bandmate. He was from Belfast, had been selected through the audition. The five of them had got along like a house on fire from the first day, like a close-knit family on the road..