The sunlight continued to pour into the fairly-sized room, casting an amber glow throughout the space. It made bright squares upon the hardwood floors and crème walls, while making the ruffled sheets upon the bed shine slightly from the reflected light. Underneath the ruffled covers, further up, a young married couple slept soundly in each other's arms, covered only to the waist by the sheets. A small white dog, who grumbled and stretched every now and then, lay sleeping as well at the foot of their bed.

The sharp ring of the alarm clock caused both of them to stir, with the young man opening his eyes ever so slightly to gaze at his beautiful wife. He smiled softly, giving a light chuckle.

"The alarm, Amelia." He said sleepily as she swung her arm back and slammed her hand down on the snooze button. Snowy jumped down from his spot on the bed, going out the door without so much as a bark as he slipped out of the slightly cracked door.

"I swear I'm going to have that thing disarmed and torn apart." She grumbled as she sat up and yawned, stretching her arms high above her head. That left a lot of her chest and torso wide open, and Tintin jumped on the opportunity. He gently but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his chest against her back. The back clips of her bra dug into his bare chest, but he didn't mind as he began to brush his lips on her ear.

"You say that every morning." He reminded her in between generous kisses on her neck, shoulders, and jawline. Amelia shook her head.

"No, I'm serious this time." She said, trying to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder but he just chuckled in response.

"You always say that too." He said, kissing her cheek and nose. Amelia scoffed, facing her husband with a slightly irritated glare.

"Then what, may I ask, is the thing I'm supposed to say in the morning?" She asked. Tintin smiled, nuzzling his nose into hers as he spoke.

"How about 'good morning, my love'?" Tintin said softly. Amelia's irritation melted away almost immediately as she gave a little giggle, pressing even closer to him until they were mere millimeters apart.

"Good morning, my love." She whispered. Tintin chuckled.

"That's more like it." He whispered back before closing the gap between them, locking lips. Amelia had become an exceptionally good kisser, and Tintin was proud that he had her all to himself. He could feel her hands run up and down his bare chest, her spindly fingers sending chills down his spine. He was almost to the point of shoving Amelia back onto the bed to get some quick action, but the solid knock on the door made them both freeze and pull away.

"Come on, you two. Breakfast is up." The Captain's growl of a morning voice shook Tintin and Amelia back into reality, and both of them got up to dress and go downstairs.

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"This is a very interesting new article, Tintin. By far the most bizarre one I've read in a while." Nancy chimed as the couple entered the dining room. Snowy quickly disappeared under the table as Amelia went straight to the dish cabinet and Tintin took his seat at the table.

"Now getting him to make an interesting setting for the table, that's a whole different story." Amelia said, placing two plates and glasses down. Tintin chuckled.

"I wouldn't want to deprive you of it, my dear wife." Tintin said only half-sarcastically as Captain Haddock scoffed.

"You'd better quit it, you two. Somebody might think you're a married couple or something." He said, flipping the newspaper so it straightened out. Tintin chuckled.

"Wouldn't that be the point, Captain?" Tintin said, making both of them laugh as Amelia rolled her eyes playfully and sat down next to her husband, placing the appropriate silverware in their places.

Breakfast went by rather quickly, and the rest of the day was spent rampaging around the city, for Tintin's had no reporting duties and Amelia was free from her aunt to join him.

"Oh, this is so much better than shopping with Aunt Nancy!" Amelia told her husband as they took a nice stroll through the local park. A bubbling fountain babbled its watery song over to their right, and children played on the nearby playground.

Tintin and Amelia took a seat at the farthest bench, and Amelia somehow became fascinated with watching the children play their little games. There was a feverish game of hide-and-seek going, and Amelia watched as one of them chased another, a little blonde boy chasing a bouncy dark-haired girl, whose curls bounced along with her. She squealed joyfully as her little legs carried her as fast as they could to get her away from the boy, who was right on her tail. Another boy popped out of the woodworks, blocking the little girl's path. The little girl glanced in both directions, the look of playful fear in her eyes.

Suddenly, a little black-haired girl jumped out and pounced on the blonde boy, making the other boy distracted as the four of them wrestled each other. Amelia giggled as the blonde boy tried to throw the girl off of him, but she just laughed and kept wrestling him. Soon, their mothers came over and declared the battle's end, and a series of whines and groans came from the tots as they rejoined their parents for lunch.

Amelia watched them leave, and a very strange thought came to mind, one she had not thought about before. She looked at Tintin, who was staring off into the distance, watching Snowy chase after a very small squirrel. Amelia had never bothered to ask him this question, even throughout their now eleven months of marriage.

"Tintin?" She asked, and the young reporter's attention became halfway between her and Snowy.

"What is it, Amelia?" He asked. She lowered her gaze to the ground bashfully, knowing her next question would raise a slightly awkward atmosphere between the two of them.

"Do you…do you want children?" She asked. The question immediately snapped Tintin's attention fully on her as he stared at her. The subject had never been brought up between them before, since they were still adjusting to being a married couple. Nancy was always rambling on about how Elizabeth was when Amelia was a newborn, hinting at the subject but never really truthfully saying it. Tintin's face slightly colored as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Well, um…I've never really thought about it before, but I…I guess I'd want children some time or another. Why do you ask?" He said, desperately trying to get out of not talking. Amelia shrugged.

"I just…I know that we're still trying to settle in the with the whole marriage business, but…I was watching those children over there, watching how playful and imaginative they all are, and I was thinking about…about what it would be like to have one of our own." Amelia said, and Tintin could hear the slight desperation on her voice. He scooted closer to her, leaning his head on hers as he sighed to think.

He knew that nobody would really have an issue if they had children. Amelia and he, he thought, would make okay parents and if anything, Nancy would absolutely adore the idea and the Captain would be okay with it as well. He knew that they had had some practice in the process it took to make a baby a few times since they had been married, but he had never thought about the possibility of Amelia having a baby. She wasn't exactly the tender, loving type to most people except those closest to her, but Tintin used his better judgment to determine that if she ever did have children, there wasn't any possible way she wouldn't be loving towards them.

He pressed his lips to her forehead, pulling away to look into her sparkling emerald eyes.

"Amelia…I can't promise anything. But for what it's worth, I would love to a baby with you and I would welcome the opportunity, if it presents itself, with open arms." Tintin said sincerely. Amelia smiled, gently kissing his nose.

"Well, alright then." Was all she said as they both stood up, intertwining hands as Snowy bounded alongside them through the park and back home.

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The evening came about before anyone knew it, and as the small group sat outside on the roof of Tintin and Amelia's apartment, Nancy took a sip of her wine and turned to the couple.

"So, what are you two planning to do for your anniversary, since it's less than a month away?" She asked. Tintin shook his head, looking to Amelia, who just shrugged.

"We're not sure what we're going to do, Nancy." Tintin replied. Nancy gave a short laugh, placing her glass down on the small table before shifting her whole body to face them in her chair.

"Well, I have a perfectly wonderful idea." She said, earning a groan from the Captain.

"Hush, Archie." She scolded him, and the poor Captain just rolled his eyes and returned to watching the setting sun.

Tintin and Amelia did not pay the nearest attention to Nancy's idea as they both watched the sunset as well. The beautiful hues of pink, orange, purple, and gold stretched across the sky like an abstract painting, and Tintin could not believe how quickly the day had passed.

"So, what do you think?" Nancy said, and both of them snapped out of their daze as Amelia answered.

"That's sounds like a wonderful idea, Aunt Nancy." Amelia said, and the woman scoffed.

"I tell you, you two are as bad as Archie is sometimes. Ignoring everything I have to say." She complained, but the Captain shook his head.

"Dear, if you say something worthwhile, I'll give you my full, un-divided attention." He said. Nancy just scoffed again as she came over to him, carrying her wine glass.

"I always say something worth-while; it's just not always worthwhile to you." She replied, giving the Captain a quick kiss before receding back into the kitchen. Amelia decided to go and help out, since she thought she could give her aunt some comfort and friendly conversation, having ignored her virtually all day.

It was still slightly strange seeing the two of them exchange affection like that, considering it had only been three months of Tintin and Amelia's marriage before Captain Haddock had told Tintin he was planning on proposing to Nancy. He asked for her hand in their apartment on Tintin's 19th birthday, which also marked the one year anniversary of Tintin asking for Amelia's hand.

The wedding was set to take place later on in November, and Tintin and Amelia were asked to be the maid of honor and best man, which they gladly accepted.

Tintin took up a seat next the Captain, who gave a sigh.

"So, are you all packed for tomorrow morning?" The Captain asked. Tintin's heart sunk. He had completely forgotten about tomorrow, perhaps for the sheer fact of trying to make Amelia and his last day together for a while all the more worthwhile.

"Yes, I am. I haven't brought it up to Amelia all day, since I know what she'd say and do if I did." Tintin said.

"I sure hope this trip is worth it. I hear all sorts of violence is erupting in there." Captain Haddock said. Tintin nodded.

"Yeah, and we're going into the heart of it. God knows what we'll find there." Tintin said, shaking his head as him and the Captain relished this last bit of silence before going to bed for their last night in Belgium.

"Well, I think it's time that I call it a night." Tintin said, standing up and giving a quick stretch as the sun pulled the last sliver of light behind the horizon and was replaced with darkness. The Captain cleared his throat.

"I think it's time I do as well. Go check and make sure Nancy isn't too upset with me before she leaves tonight." Captain Haddock said, exiting the room as Tintin chuckled and followed suit. He met up with Amelia at the door, and the two of them proceeded towards their room.

As they climbed the steps, Amelia noticed that Tintin was not following her, and she looked down to see him staring up at her.

"Aren't you coming?" She asked. Tintin shook his head.

"You go on up to bed, I'll be there in a moment." He said. Amelia nodded as he disappeared into the dining room. She realized it gave her just enough time to do what she wanted, racing up the stairs and into their room.

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Tintin entered their room to find the lights dimmed and the windows sealed shut, the heater rattling as it kicked on. He looked around the room for any sign of his wife, and suddenly he heard footsteps. He lifted his eyes and soon saw Amelia, who had been in the bathroom and now had reentered the room, dressed only in her undergarments. She smiled, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"So, do you want to try?" She asked respectively, and Tintin almost instantly knew what she was talking about. His heart raced as he thought about it for a moment, knowing fully well that if they were going to try, he knew what they had to do in order to accomplish it correctly. He took off his sweater and dress shirt, walking over to her and cupping his hands on either side of her face.

"Gladly." He murmured before fiercely locking lips with her, allowing his weight to push her back against the bed with him lying on top of her. The night quickly went into full effect, and Tintin savored his last night with his beautiful wife while the sobering thought harbored in his mind that tomorrow night, he would be without her and her loving warmth.

So, new story! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and I do apologize for the suggestive material! I'll try to be as mild as I can with it, so please don't be angry!

I should have mentioned this at the end of the last story, but I felt that I needed to respect Herge's wishes in keeping Tintin's name a mystery, since he and the other creators are the owners of Tintin and I just wouldn't feel right just slapping a last name on him just for the good of my story! Sorry if that's inconvenient, but I felt that's what needed to be done.

Thank you for reading and please, please, please review! I'll update soon!

Sincerely,

Narnian-Queen-Of-Fire