“I love you too, Mira. So much. You, Noah, and our little bean,” I say, leaning over and kissing her stomach gently before I scoot closer to her and kiss her too.
“I made us dinner,” I whisper against her lips, and she pulls back, covering her mouth like she might throw up.
“Is it the smell? Is it on me?” I ask.
I’ve been cooking all day, so I’m sure I smell like the Beef Wellington I prepared.
Mira nods, and I back away from her, stripping off my clothes and tossing them in the hamper, then moving the hamper out of the room.
Mira follows me into the bathroom, and I grin at her over my shoulder as I turn on the shower.
“What a weird way to get me to take my clothes off,” I joke, and she laughs.
“I’m sneaky like that.”
I test the water temperature, and when I turn around, Mira is stripping off her clothes too. I smile softly, holding out my hand to her as we both step into the shower and under the spray.
My hands run over her body, and I kiss her softly as we take turns washing each other. My cock responds to her touch and the sight of her naked body, but I can see that my wife is tired. She can barely keep her eyes open, so I turn off the water and wrap her up in a towel.
She dries off and I lift her into my arms and carry her back to our bed. I tuck her in and kiss her forehead as her eyes droop.
“Do you need anything?” I whisper, and she shakes her head.
“Just sleep,” she mumbles, and I nod.
“Get some rest.”
She nods, and I kiss her forehead again.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whisper, and she smiles sleepily up at me.
“Happy Valentine’s Day. Sorry that I ruined your plans.”
“You couldn’t ruin anything, Mira. You gave me the best Valentine’s Day yet,” I say.
She smiles, her eyes closing, and I tuck her in tighter before I tiptoe out of the room to put dinner away and clean up downstairs.
It isn’t how I had planned for tonight to go, but I have my wife, son, and another on the way, so I can’t be too disappointed.
I turn off the lights and smile to myself as I head upstairs to my wife.
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