“Welcome home,” Lilliana greets me as I come through the door, and I freeze in my tracks when I see my wife.
“Holy shit,” I blurt out as I take her in.
“You like?” She asks with a smirk, and I can only nod.
She’s standing by the stairs in a pair of heels and what must be a new one of her designs. Lace and satin are wrapped around her curves, making her look like a present.
My present.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her as I close the gap between us.
“Thanks. I thought that you might like to open your anniversary present before dinner,” she says, and I nod, my eyes devouring the sight of her before me.
“Yes, I want that,” I agree, barely able to focus on her words.
She pulls out an envelope from behind her back and hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I ask, looking up at her.
“Your gift.”
“I thought that you were my present,” I say, trying not to pout.
“I am, but this is too.”
I tear open the envelope and read the papers inside.
“We’re going back to Hawaii?” I ask her with a grin, and she nods.
“Yeah. We’ve both been working so much. I thought that we could get away for a bit. The kids are so excited. I’m surprised that they didn’t tell you before I could,” she says, and I grin.
“They were too excited for the sleepover,” I tell her, stuffing the papers back into the envelope. “This is perfect, Snow. Thank you.”
She turns her face up for a kiss, and I happily oblige.
“Are you ready for your other gift now?” She whispers, and I nod.
“So ready.”
Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs go around my waist as I lift her into my arms. Her gift is packed in my suitcase and I can’t wait for her to open it later. Right now, though, I want to unwrap my wife.
“We’ll have to be fast,” she warns me, and I shake my head.
“I’ll call on the way and push the reservation back,” I promise her.
I set her down on our bed and she lays back, letting me take her all in.
“Breathtaking,” I tell her, and she smiles, holding her hand out towards me.
“Love you,” she says as I start to pull off my clothes.
“I love you,” I tell her as I join her on the bed.
Then, I spend the next hour showing her just how much I do.
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