“So, you and I could have a date night.”
My eyes light up and a grin finds my face as I think about our date nights of the past year. Essentially, we ate dinner standing up in our kitchen in about ten minutes and then proceeded to fuck over every inch of our apartment and then took a nap before our child returned.
“Really?”
“Well, I was thinking like a real date, where we go out and dress up. Not necessarily one that consists of us sixty-nineing on the couch.”
I pout. “I like that, though. I don’t have to put on pants.”
“Can a guy take his wife out to dinner?”
“Can a guy make his wife come in ten different ways?” I retort and he laughs aloud.
“You’re the worst woman ever,” he says shaking his head at me.
“You knew that when you married me,” I sass. He chuckles, and I lean down and press a kiss to his lips careful not to rouse our sleeping baby. “I will agree to dinner tonight, if you put him back in his crib and we have my kind of date night now.” I bite my lip for emphasis and his green eyes darken.
He gets up slowly and makes his way to the nursery. He’s back in less than a minute and on top of me, pulling me down the bed and wrapping my legs around him. “I love you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I love you too,” I whisper back.
“Being with you…being your husband has been the best ride of my life. You. Our babies. I fucking love our life, Olivia.”
“Hmmm.” I pull my shirt up, revealing my naked body. “And don’t you forget it.”
The End