Mackey Residence

  Detective Mackey tiredly shoves his car keys into a pocket of his trenchcoat and pushes open the front door. He releases a loud sigh, sniffing the numerous tantalizing aromas of a home cooked meal wafting through the air. The house is surprisingly dark and silent. All save for the kitchen, and a sliver of light down the main hallway. Madison must be busy with the baby.

  Stepping inside, James quietly shuts the front door. He pulls one arm from the sleeves of his trenchcoat, turning towards the coat rack on his right.

  "Honey? Babe? Madison, I'm....,"

  The words freeze on James' lips as Madison enters the living room. The young woman casually flicks on the ceiling light with a slender finger, studying James with narrowed eyes from across the short distance.

  James studies Madison as well, noting the not so subtle changes to her usual appearance. Her bright red lipstick, the faint application of eyeshadow to her already gorgeous eyes, and her barely there lingerie. This is something new.

  "Oh my," James mutters, forgetting to remove his other arm from within his coat.

  "Hello, James," Madison says in a husky whisper, making her way in his direction.

  "Hi," James replies. The detective's eyes intensely observe Madison as she approaches. "Uh...What's the occasion? And what have I done to deserve this?"

  Madison chuckles and steps directly in front of her practically drooling husband. In one hand, she holds a large wooden spoon filled with warm, wonderful smelling pasta sauce. Her other hand cups the spoon, preventing any sauce from spilling onto the beige carpet. Madison's smile nearly encompasses her entire face. So far so good. James' stunned reaction is exactly what she'd been hoping for.

  "How was work today?" Madison asks, placing the spoon directly in front of James' lips.

  Detective Mackey carefully removes the other sleeve of his jacket while tasting the sauce on the end of the proffered wooden spoon. He now watches his beautiful wife with more than observant eyes. This whole thing must've been Octavia's idea? Who else could put Madison up to something like this? Not that he minds, of course. Dressed as she is, Madison looks absolutely stunning--and more than a little sexy.

  "Work was...Fine. It was fine," James replies. "How was your day, Maddie?"

  "Busy," Madison says. "I did a little shopping while you were gone. I hope you like what I got you?"

  "Of course," James states. He wraps an arm around Madison's waist. "Why wouldn't I? Oh my goodness, Maddie. You look wonderful."

  Madison's smile falters a small degree and she briefly averts her gaze. However, she manages to get her emotions in check. She gradually makes eye contact with Detective Mackey.

  "You really think so?"

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  "Yes. Why would I lie, Maddie. You're my wife. Forget the food, Madison. The way you look right now, I just want to...Honestly, I think you look good enough to eat."

  "Ssh, James. That's enough. I've been cooking for hours...And I want us to have a nice pleasant meal together," Madison laughs. "Now that your security detail for the mayor is over...Things can finally go back to normal around here. I can't tell you how happy that makes me feel. I finally have my husband back."

  Madison leans in for a kiss. James obediently obliges her, enjoying the pressure of her lips and her warm body pressed against his. Madison giggles and pulls away as James' right hand ventures below the small of her back. Taking the detective's coat, Madison casually hangs it on the coat rack. She immediately grasps James' right hand as soon as her task is done. Madison stares into his eyes and licks what tiny remnants of pasta sauce remain on the wooden spoon.

  "Come on. I have a surprise for you, Detective," Madison says in a soft sultry voice, her eyelids sliding halfway shut.

  "Another one," Mackey exclaims, his eyes sliding over Madison's scrumptious body. "Not another baby? Are you pregnant again, Maddie? Is that what this is all about? Am I going to be a father again?"

  "Don't jinx me, James," Madison squeals, releasing James' right hand. "Jeezus. Jamie is only two months old. No, I'm not pregnant again. I hope. I wouldn't mind trying for a girl, but it's way too soon. Nope. This is something else."

  "Okay. Lead the way, Boss Lady. I'm all yours," Mackey quips, a wolfish grin altering his features.

  Mackey's statement brings a flutter to Madison's heart. Yes, that is what she wants. She wants James Mackey to be completely hers, and nobody else's. When they make love, she doesn't want a ghost lingering at the foot of their bed. She wants James Mackey all to herself. Every manly inch of him.

  "Then...Follow me," Madison whispers.

  Mackey isn't a man who needs to be told twice. He drapes an arm around Madison's left shoulder and bends to kiss her. They link eyes for what seems like an eternity, simply grinning at each other.

  "Yes...Ma'am," James finally says.

  Madison wraps a slender arm around James' waist and leans up to kiss his cheek.

  "Close your eyes."

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  James finishes off the last bite of his giant slice of creme cheese coffee cake. He pretends to sulk, pushing the plate away.

  "There should be a law against something that good," James playfully complains. "I'm more stuffed than a Thanksgiving turkey, Maddie. What are you trying to do to me? I'll never get to sleep now."

  Madison glances around, her ears perked, expecting to hear Jamie Junior's halting cry at any moment. The tiny newborn has been surprisingly mild-mannered, the few occasions she has ventured to check on him, alternating between staring at the ceiling and sleeping. Madison smiles appreciatively. Such a good baby.

  "Then, we won't sleep. We'll just...Talk," Madison says, returning to their previous conversation.

  "Ha. Talk? I doubt talking is what you have in mind, Madison. It's most certainly not at the top of my list tonight. But boy, Maddie...You should've seen Mayor Gunther today. That man is a mess. And his wife isn't much better. Molly kept going on and on about how she felt we were spying on her...Watching her...Maybe even recording her while she bathed. It was pure nonsense. I mean, there are at least two very adult level videos on the internet of the woman. Yet, she acts like her body is the Crown Jewels. Who's gonna ruin a healthy career for a few recorded minutes of something they can get online for free? Not anyone I know. She even tried to act all high and mighty when I refused to carry her shopping bags this afternoon. Called the Chief and chewed him a new one. That's why he dropped the detail. I'm glad it's over. I can spend my time doing more important things. Like spending time with my family."

  Madison climbs to her feet and crosses to where James sits. He opens his arms wide and she carefully sits on his lap. James assesses his wife with joyful eyes. An amazing wife, a handsome kid, a nice house, an exciting job, and a sometimes wonderful life. What more could a man want?

  James' answer comes when Madison leans and kisses him passionately on the mouth.