I rose from the bed the following morning and immediately baptized the new toilet my husband had just finished installing. Telling myself it was from the excitement of last night, or the fumes from the glue holding the new tile in place, I threw on some shorts and set to work cleaning up my new bathroom.
As I finished I took a moment to appreciate what my husband had accomplished this morning while I slept. He really is a man of multiple talents it seems, I had no idea he was going to prove to be so handy around the house. My trepidation as to whether or not our happiness would continue, and if I could keep him satisfied and happy began to lessen. With a last glance over my shoulder at the room, I went in search of him to show my appreciation. I found him working on his painting, and decided a hug was in order...
"It's about time you got out of bed" were my husbands words as he set me to the ground, "The cabinets and appliances should be here any moment." In response to my puzzled expression, he took me by the hand and led me outside where I saw most of what had been the kitchen sitting on the curb, and a delivery truck pulling up in front. He then kissed me gently and went to help the driver pull down the ramp and begin unloading.
The rest of the day went quickly, despite my repeated trips to visit the porcelain receptacle (I began to think I should see a doctor, in case this was more than excitement). We hammered, nailed, and screwed, I know what you are thinking, the cabinets people, get with the program. Slowly our new kitchen took shape. Being spoiled rotten as a child, watching the fruits of our labor turn into something beautiful was a novel experience to me. There is something to be said for accomplishing yourself, what had always been done for you. I could see that I was going to learn much more from my husband than simply the joys between a man and a woman.
As expected though, with him, those would never be far off. As we put away the last of the tools, I barely had time to take in what we had achieved when I turned, and found him with a flower in his hand.
He continued on, whispering nothings in my ear, and generally sweeping me off of my feet until no resistance, or inhibitions remained left to me. It seems my husband knows me, and more importantly how to get from me what he wants as I let myself be undressed and hoisted onto the counter. As he entered me, I heard the voice of prim and proper Cassandra asking what are you doing, said in shock at the brazenness I was displaying. I soon forgot about her though, as my husbands movements into me drove all other thoughts from my consciousness.
We finished and as he was taking me into his arms for a last kiss, he stopped abruptly. It was with joy that I watched the smile spread across my husbands face as he said "looks like we better start on the nursery next" and he started rubbing my expanding belly.
