�Alexander James McLean� come over here,� Elise smiled as he shut the door to their room.
�I�m coming,� he walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her. �They don�t go as far as they used to.�
�Oh shush,� she leaned into a long-awaited kiss.
�I have so much to tell you.� A.J. said with a whisper.
�First I want to see how buff you are.�
He lifted his shirt off and smiled. Elise smiled as she ran her fingers over his arms and chest, �You look great.�
�Thank you but I would have to say you look better.� He sat down on the bed in front of her and set his hands on her belly. �Did you ever think love could be so strong for someone you�ve never even met?�
�No.�
�She�s my world Elise. It�s something I�ve never felt before� I mean you�re my world too but it�s different.� He wrapped his arms around her and gently pulled her onto the bed, her back to him. After a little while of talking and kissing Elise began got fall asleep.
�Hey don�t do that,� A.J. whispered kissing her shoulder.
�But I want to.�
�But I have to go to the interview soon and I don�t want to leave you.�
�Dang,� she rolled over and smiled at him.
�Good,� he gently kissed her.
As they kissed there was a sharp knock at the door. �Are you two decent?� Nick called in.
�Yes!�
�Okay� you�ve got about five minutes,� Nick leaned in the doorway and said.
�Alright. Now leave.� Nick ducked out the door.
�I don�t want to get up,� Elise whispered.
�Then we won�t. We�ll make them come in here and drag us out.�
�That will be exciting.� She rolled back over and pulled his arms around her. �Don�t let go,� she took his hands to her lips and gently kissed them.
�I�ve missed this the most.� He pulled her as close to him as possible and slowly began to kiss her neck, moving down her arms. Pulling her hands to his lips he closed his eyes, �I love you �Lise.�
�I love you too Alex.�
Both lay silent in each other�s arms, eyes closed, content in the moment. They didn�t even notice Nick coming in with the photographer for the magazine. With a flash the moment was immortalized.
�Hey you two rise and shine, guess what� it�s photo time!� Nick yelled running out the door.
�Should we make them drag us?�
�Come on baby.� A.J. stood up and pulled his shirt on. He leaned down and pulled her up off the bed into his arms. �Here we go,� he kissed her forehead.
They walked hand-in-hand to where everyone was waiting for them. �You guys looked so cute.� Nick taunted in a baby voice.
A.J. nodded hello to everyone and turned to Nick. �Shut up. That voice is gay� who do you think you are? A teletubbie?�
�Alright everyone how about we start this interview?� Kevin said sternly.
The magazine people hadn�t expected the guys to bring their �women and children� but eventually found enough chairs for everyone. �So Howie, how long had you two been together before the engagement?�
Howie smiled and winked at Jen, �Jen and I were together 9 months, 2 weeks and 4 days before I proposed,� he leaned over and kissed her.
�Dang D., you sure are accurate,� Nick laughed.
�It was probably more like 9 months, 2 weeks and 4 days before he got any,� A.J. joked.
�Ha-ha, very funny. Let�s see, A.J. how long has it been since you got any?� Howie shot back.
�Ouch that hurt!� Nick laughed.
Brian and Kevin were both trying to hide smiles. �Hey that�s not my fault.�
�Actually it is considering you got her pregnant,� Howie laughed.
�Boys stop!� all the girls said at the same time.
�How about we move on?�
�Good idea,� A.J. rested his chin on Elise�s shoulder.
They finished the interview with minimal interruptions. �Okay, photo time. I�m sorry girls, a few pictures of just the boys please,� the photographer smiled as the girls sadly said good-bye for the few moments of the photo shoot. The photographer was getting annoyed with them all though because the guys were staring at the girls. �You know what? Why don�t you girls sit on your man�s lap� and you hold the baby.� He took a few pictures of them all together and the shoot was over.
�Couldn�t keep their eyes of each other,� the interviewer whispered as they left.
�I noticed, trust me,� whispered back the photographer.