I brought her a special present I had custom made to cheer her up. Creativity struck and I delivered. The wheels of my car squeal as I park my McCoy Menace car in our driveway, a smile tugging at my lips at the memory of me fucking Sophie against the hood in this very spot.
I unlock our front door quietly, wanting to surprise Sophie. She thinks my plane lands tomorrow instead of today.
She lounges on the couch and scrolls through her phone. I take a moment to get a look at her, the sickly green color she rocked two weeks ago no longer a problem. Her skin has a golden glow that matches her hair cascading around her.
As if she senses me, she looks up from her phone, sending me a breathtaking smile before she bounds off the couch and jumps into my arms. I nearly drop her present on the floor when I grab her.
“You’re back early!” She leaves behind a few kisses on my cheek.
“If this is the welcoming I get, I should stay away longer.”
She pinches my arm when I put her back on her feet. “Next time you should let me know if your flight lands sooner. Imagine if I was in bed with our neighbor.” She looks at the ceiling and catches a breath. What a faker.
“I didn’t think Mrs. Ricci was your type, but grandmas do make good cookies.” I pull her in and give her a quick kiss.
“I know. What do you think I found attractive about her in the first place? God, Liam, not everything is about looks.”
“I think I learned that when you purposefully tried to look bad three years ago and I still wanted to fuck you into next week.”
She smacks me lightly on the shoulder. “It took effort to look that bad. I’m almost disappointed.”
She initiates another kiss, our tongues clashing together after a long time apart. The attraction between us never dulls. Instead, it’s grown stronger over the years, as we’ve learned and appreciated more about each other.
The moment you move in with someone, you learn everything. Like how Sophie needs coffee before all else, including sex. I learned my lesson after one too many grumpy sunrise sex sessions. Now every morning, I bring her coffee in bed. Purely selfish of me, but the smile she gives me every damn day makes walking downstairs with a boner well worth it.
I learned how she enjoys trashy American reality television, resulting in us joining a Bachelor fantasy league, much to my horror. Or how when a storm comes, she likes to lounge in bed all day drawing while I read. She especially loves lying outside and staring up at the night sky, like she told me all those years ago, but now she gets the added bonus of my kisses.
Three years later and I still love her with everything in me.
“I have something for you. You know what they say: happy wife, happy life.” I break away from our kisses.
“That’s the most basic phrase, but damn I love hearing it.”
“Shit. You’re right. Forget happy. I want you to be ecstatic every day of your life, never questioning how you ended up with someone as naughty as I am.”
She lets out a soft laugh. “I’d never question your naughtiness. That’s one of the best parts.”
I grab my present off the couch and place it in her hands. “Well, glad my husband services are working out for you. Here you go.”
“Roses? Out of fabric? You shouldn’t have.”
Even when trying to be nice, she makes the funniest faces. She stares at the present with a confused look, so I help her out with one, grabbing the intricately wrapped rose. I pull it off the detachable stem.
Her smile hits me right in the heart when she reads the words on the shirt.
“What! No way.” She grows excited as she detaches another shirt.
I love the way she laughs, both unabashedly and softly at once. What can I say? She turns me into the sappiest motherfucker on the planet.
She unwraps each shirt, a new slogan tee with a funny or sassy statement staring back at her.
“This is such a great idea!” She holds up a shirt to her chest that says If the love doesn’t feel like 90s R&B I don’t want it.
Sophie throws the shirts on our couch and barrels into me again. She hits me with more kisses and breathless thank-yous, her lips making my body hum and my dick harden.
Have I said I’m a lucky man?
She pulls away after showering me with affection. “Now that you’re here, I couldn’t reach the bin that has all of our spring décor. I wanted to set up the table for dinner with Maya and Noah.”
“My dick’s hard and ready to go and you’re asking me to help you decorate?”
“Yes. Sorry little guy.” She pats my pants, eliciting a groan from me.