#Ham Bacon Sandwich can go put his eggs on other's baskets

[kunepie]

Mc be slayinggg💅✨

[celestial-corner-of-desires]

Good day~ Thank you so very much for another request of mine, it was beautiful as always~ 🌸 I have another one in mind, if I may? Let’s see… How about Dietfried's significant other surprising him by bringing a homemade lunch, made with care and love, at work? And maybe even something for his subordinates too, out of kindness and gratitude. Will that little act of kindness make Dietfried a bit... jealous? I wonder, tee hee hee~

Happy New Year, darling! I hope you will forgive me for the wait. To make up for it, I wanted to sprinkle some... Spice, hehe.

Wiping your sweat off your forehead, you look at all the mini dishes you cooked up in front of you. In recent months, cooking has become one of your new favorite hobbies. Since you spend most of your days caring for the house and not having enough time to travel around, learning new and foreign dishes helps to mend this little desire. You often share your newest creations with your beloved Dietfried, who has been your biggest supporter and encouraged you to try again if you fail. When there were times when the dish got extra burned, or meat was undercooked and raw, Dietfried would wipe tears that you couldn't contain from disappointment in yourself. He would lean in, kissing your forehead, whispering how proud he is of you trying something new, and telling you not to belittle yourself because of a few mistakes.

"Even perfection can make a mistake. And it only makes me love you more than I already do."

And with recent terrorist attacks, Dietfried barely has time to come home, to properly enjoy your dishes, only to come home exhausted, kissing you, and heading to bed. It pained you to see him overworked and how badly his well-being was in this state. To ensure that you were safe, Dietfried asked you to limit your visits to him until the attacks were lowered, since he would never forgive himself if anything were to harm you. You have his heart in your palms, and the mere thought of seeing you in any pain, would break Dietfried. But a small selfish part of you craved those days when you and your beloved would snack on your newest creations, laughing and chattering about everything and nothing at all.

So, an idea popped into your little pretty head.

After checking each dish, you have prepared, you go to grab a basket with a towel to place it in. Firstly, you put in Quiche Lorraine as the main dish, the smell of smoked bacon with cheese decorating the top, making your stomach growl with hunger. As much as you wanted to make new items, you settled on making some of Dietfried's favorite childhood dishes that his mother shared with you. Adding to the Quiche Lorraine, you fixed up some fresh Croque monsieur, a sandwich with melted cheese and ham, topped with fried egg, toasted to perfection. Lastly, you baked up some light-as-air souffles and Paris-Brest to compliment the overall meal.

Glancing to check that you got everything, you went to properly get ready, wearing your favorite dress, complimented with jewelry, and lipstick that made Dietfried irresistible to your lips. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you took a deep breath and smiled to yourself. Moving to grab the basket, you also took your purse and keys and walked out of the house.

If your beloved couldn't come to enjoy meals with you, who says you couldn't come to him with meals? And besides, when has Dietfried ever said no to you, when you looked at him like you worship him with your love?

Walking on the streets of the capital, you let the lively noise of your surroundings tune like music, letting your imagination create stories as the different voices and sounds provide you with the basic concept to play from. As you reached the headquarters of the navy, you were greeted by the guards, who recognized you as the naval captain's spouse, opening the gates for you. You thanked the guards, wishing them a good day, heading towards the office of your loved one. Reaching for the handle of the door, you lightly pushed, it before walking up to the receptionist. As she notices your presence, she greets you.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Bougainvillea. To what do I own the pleasure of seeing you?"

"I am pleased to see you as well, Mrs. Barbier. I was hoping if I could see Dietf- *ahem* Captain Bougainvillea to hand him his lunch."

Mrs. Barbier was a sweet elderly lady who had been in the military for a few decades. Luckily for her, she never had to partake in war, but the stories of officers and commanders still left some horrific imagery. Ever since you began to date Dietfried and would visit him, Mrs. Barbier would always lightly tease you both about how you would make the perfect married couple. True to those predictions, Dietfried proposed to you later and the rest is history.

"Of course. The captain just got off his meeting with the fleet commander and should be available at this hour."

"Wonderful! Thank you so much. Oh, would you like to try some treats I prepared?"

You found the courage in yourself to say it, as you prepared some baked goods for Dietfried's colleagues as a kind gesture.

A glint of excitement passes through Mrs. Barbier’s eyes, "I would be delighted dear."

Opening the basket, you hand her a small bowl of Paris-Brests, and she takes one of them to sample. Biting into the pastry, she hums in joy as the chocolate and creme cover her taste buds, letting the sweets melt off any stress she has had prior.

"Oh, my goodness, this is so delicious. I remember the captain praising your cooking to others, but this is beyond of what I could have imagined!"

A bashful blush covers your cheeks, as you let out a smile, "I am glad you like it. I wasn't sure that I made them as precisely as the recipe required it to be, but-"

"My dear, if you think those aren't good, you are being too humble. If you decide to open a bakery, I will be your first customer! Oh Piere, boys!" Gentlemen passing by look towards Mrs. Barbier, glancing at the lady. Holding up the bowl, she continues, "Come try those sweets! Mrs. Bougainvillea has baked some of the divine treats you will ever get to taste."

A cool shiver comes down your spine. Sure, Dietfried told you that your cooking was incredible, but you never had someone else try your cooking, especially strangers.

A smile forms on their faces, as they walk forward, taking the pastry in their mouths. As the sweet sensation coats them, an approved groans were let out.

"What a treat!"

"Delicious beyond expectations!"

"Damn, this is better than what my wife has made!"

The anticipating disappointment washes away from your body, as the gentlemen turn to you, thank you, and ask if they could have more. Feeling a bit clustered by the men, you take a small step back, a polite smile placed to ease yourself. You came here to feed your Dietfried, but it seems you got some extra attention than you expected.

"I don't recall surrounding a defenseless woman as part of the Navy protocol, soldiers." A musky voice comes from behind the men, causing them to shiver, turning to the source. Leaning on the wall, arms crossed, Dietfried stares at the soldiers, his eyes darkening ever so slightly, only to soften when his eyes land on you. Your heart can't help but skip a beat at how despite not talking or touching you, a simple glance from him sends you relief you didn't know your body was asking for.

"Captain Bougainvillea, sir!" They salute him.

Returning his gaze to soldiers, he pushes himself off the wall, straddling forward. As he gets close to you, the soldiers move aside to make way. Dietfried stops only mere inches away from you, but you can feel the heat of his body coursing onto you. You give him a shy smile, to which he returns with his gentle smile. Shifting his eyes to Mrs. Barbier, Dietfried lifts his eyebrow at her.

"It would seem you are keeping my spouse from me, Mrs. Barbier.” His tone is jesting, but you can see something else laced at the edges of his eyes. Hunger, darkness, and overwhelming danger. A shiver crawls down from your spine to your thighs. Getting lost in your mind, you shift your eyes from his eyes to his lips, biting the inside of your lip.

God, why does he make you feel so safe in his presence, but so vulnerable and exposed, like a simple touch will undo you and make you crave him to pounce himself into you little cu-

“Dear, are you ok? You are zoning out, aren’t you?” You feel his hand on your face, letting his gloved thumb trace a circular pattern on your cheek.

Blinking yourself from your little wet dreaming, a blush covered your cheek as you answered, “Can’t I come and see my beloved husband without any reason, hm?”

A chuckle escapes Dietfried’s lips, as he looks at the clock, signaling midafternoon, until shifting his eyes to the basket in your arm. “Based on the smell, I don’t believe you came with no reason, my love. Please follow me to my office, Mrs. Bougainvillea.” He gestures with his hand towards the direction of his office, while placing his other hand on your lower back.

Lifting your head up, you nod and bid farewell to the soldiers and Mrs. Barbier as you headed towards the office. You could hear the soldiers chatting between each other over your cooking and how overprotective the naval captain appeared to them.

Crossing the threshold of the office, you walk towards the desk, placing the basket as Dietfried closed the door. Before you can open the basket’s lid, he quickly strides towards you, clasping your hands, causing you to turn around, only to be met with the clash of his lips on yours. The passion and power behind Dietfried’s lips on yours makes your mind spin around, causing black spots to appear as breath leaves your lungs. You could feel his hands leave your hands, only to trail one of them on your back, while the other on your thighs. You grasp onto him to balance yourself, as his tongue invades your mouth, caressing all your insides. Before you could pass out, Dietfried slowly pulls away, letting you catch your breath. Feeling the air rushed back into your lungs, you open your eyes, only to see Dietfried’s gentle verdurous eyes turn dark like a shade of midnight forest.

“Busy day?” You let the words slip before your mind could process it.

A growl leaves Dietfried’s lips as he brings his hand from your back to your neck, never letting his eyes fall from you.

“Oh, baby. You have no fucking idea how grateful I am for you coming here, all dressed up for me like the prettiest doll in all nation, and with the food that I know you put your hardest to make just for me. However…” He leans forwards, kissing your neck, “Seeing you surrounded by those men, staring at you like you some kind of toy to use to get wasted, it made my blood boil. To let them look at how perfect you are, with the curves crafted by the renowned artists, hair that lures me and bends me to my knees, the lips that make me want you so badly that I lose focus on everything else.”

If there was blush before on your cheeks, your whole body was burning red from the desire Dietfried was whispering on your skin. Getting lost in how your body was reacting to his lips on your neck, you failed to notice Dietfried’s hands snaking down to your waist. He picks you up, settling you on his desk.

You gasped, “What are you doing, Di-“

Before you could finish your question, Dietfried raises the skirt of your dress and spreads your thighs apart. With your lipstick on his lips, he whispers against your thighs, “Enjoying my meal, my doll.”

From this point NSFW material. Proceed with caution.

He dives his head towards your covered clit, kissing it up and down. A moan escapes your lips, as you hold the desk for support. Smirking at the sound, Dietfried pulls your underwear aside, sticking his tongue as he licks, circling the warm skin and sucking on the buds that send shockwaves through your system. You tilt your head back as the sensation rushes towards your core, as his tongue makes its way through your gummy walls. Your thighs, without you thinking, clasped Dietfried to make him move closer to give you more pleasure that your body can’t help but yell at you to grind for.

It's been so long since both of you fucked one another, with the limited opportunities the discussion of going further with sex life, it would seem both of you yearning some friction that only your bodies could provide for one another.

Dietfried knew which spots to touch to make your body know how much he worships you, how every pulsation that he can feel through your body is making his dick harden at the thought of you feeling good. Knowing that he makes you feel how special you are to him, how devoted he is to you and everything you have given him. He wants you to know – no – feel fucking much you alone make him the happiest man in all of human existence.

“Fuck, look at you baby. I only just began, and you are already soaking wet. Have my baby missed me thrusting my cock so deep, pushing against this tight pussy, as you begged for me to make you lose any consciousness you possessed, hm?” He moans into your cunt, as he lets himself breath in the smell of your needy walls, as your pre-cum covers his lips.

“P-p..Ple-please.” You master so coherent thoughts through your fogged mind.

“Please what, baby? You know if you want something you need to say out loud, I can’t do anything unless you tell me. Use your big words baby.”

Using the last strength you could gather, you let your eyes fall to his as you mewl, “Please, fuck me harder till I am full to the brim with your essence.”

The last of string of any control snaps in Dietfried’s eyes as he snarls into your pussy, going faster and sharper as your climax began to grow deep in your core. You try to muffle any moans and screams with your hand, while moving your other hand, grabbing Dietfried’s hair to push him closer. Your body begins to shake as you were on the edge of falling into the bliss, the white fire coursing through your clit, until he growled, “Cum for me.”

The crash came down with such powerful force, leaving you shaking, tears running down your cheeks at how deliciously good that was. You pulled your hand away from his hair, as bliss settles in your body.

Dietfried notices your tears, standing up to kiss them away and then bring his lips to yours, as you wrap your arms around his neck. Though you could taste yourself, there was still distinctive part of Dietfried’s taste that your body could always feel.

“You did so good, baby.” He purrs against your lips.

“Anything for you, my love.” You let out a big smile, feeling warmth of how intimate you two were with each other.

“Can I ask you something?” Letting your finger twirl around with his hair, you hummed for him to continue.

“Would you mind if I fulfill your wish?” Letting your emotional side overrule your rational one, you slip one of your hands down to his pants, feeling is bulge hard as a stone. You run your hand up and down, squeezing him as Dietfried rolls his eyes at how your torturous touches. Deciding to be nice to him, you pull his zipper down, pulling his cock out of his underwear.

Aligning him with your entrance, you signal with your eyes, “Push in and breed me.”

[apriorisea]

Hi can you write a scenario where seokjin and y/n are newly weds and they’re getting use to living together and its super fluffy and domestic? I love your writing! Its spectacular 😭😭❤️❤️

You x Jin“Bridal Style”

“Hello, my beautiful wife!” Seokjin’s voice echoes around the entire apartment.    From the back room where you were currently unpacking some odds and ends, you laugh. “Hello, my handsome husband!” you call back, unable to stop the butterflies from filling your entire stomach at the sound of him.     In seconds, he pokes his head in the door, his face breaking into a wide smile when he sees you. “There she is,” he says happily. Making his way through the stuff strewn all over the floor, he leans down and scoops you into his arms, resisting your attempts to escape while you laugh helplessly.     Locking your arms around his neck, you kiss him. “What is this obsession you have with carrying me around like a baby??” you ask with a grin.     Rocking you back and forth, he holds you even closer. “Well, first, you are my baby.” He leans in to kiss you again. “My beautiful babygirl. And second, this is actually called ‘bridal style,’ because you are my bride.”    “Oh?” You raise a playful eyebrow. “I thought I was your wife?”   “That too,” he says easily. “You’re my baby, my bride, and my wife. How lucky am I??” He gently sets you down, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.     You relish the way your heart is pounding at his touch. “Only half as lucky as I am,” you say, cradling his face in your hands. You kiss the tip of his nose and then pull back. “Do you want to help me finish this?”    “I suppose,” he sighs, the grin quick to light up his face. “Of course, princess: I’ll do whatever if it means I get to be with you.”    You pull him onto the floor next to you. “Hmm….baby, bride, wife, and princess, huh?” You’re rewarded with a serious kiss on your neck and it’s a while before you both get back to unpacking.

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    Around 3 in the morning, you wake up, gasping for air. It takes you a second to realize that you’re not actually being suffocated: you’re just locked in Jin’s arms. In his sleep he’s pulled you even closer to him, instinctively reaching to cuddle you. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, but you never in a million years could have guessed this would be such a habit with him. You pull back gingerly, moving your hair out of your face, and resettle close to him, resting your head against his chest. He sighs in his sleep, making you smile, and just before you drift off, you kiss the hollow of his throat. You could deal with being suffocated if it meant sleeping next to this man for the rest of your life.

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    You feel soft, familiar lips brush against yours. “Good morning, beautiful,” Jin whispers, and you smile even before your eyes are open. He kisses you again. “Come on, wifey, time to get up.”    Your eyes fly open at this. “Ok, I don’t like that.”    “Oh?” he exhales with a laugh, still inches away from your face. “Why not?”    “Baby, my bride, my wife, princess, beautiful,” you list, trying to keep a stern expression. “Those are great. Wifey? Please don’t.”    He nods contritely. “I’m sorry………….wifey.”    Pretending to frown, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him to you until he loses his balance and ends up on top of you. “That’s enough of that!”    Within seconds, his lips find your neck, tickling you in revenge. He pulls back to smirk down at you. “This is how you’re going to punish me?”     “You’re the worst,” you groan, unable to keep the smile from your face.     He finally relents, placing one final, soft kiss on your forehead. “The absolute worst?” he teases, looking into your eyes. “Hmm….it’s only been a week, you could probably still trade me in for a new husband…”    You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. “Don’t even joke,” you breathe, kissing his ear. After a moment, you let him go, gently smoothing back his hair. “Now, why are you waking me up so early on a Saturday morning?”    He sits up carefully, then turns to gesture to the bedside table. “I made you breakfast!”    “What?” You sit up and feel your face split into a grin. Sitting on the nightstand is a tray laden with bagels, eggs, bacon, juice, grapefruit, and a single, long-stemmed red rose. You feel tears sting your eyes suddenly. “Seokjin,” you breathe, looking over at him. “It’s…”     He immediately notices the tears in your eyes. “Oh princess,” he says, pulling you into his arms. “Don’t cry.” He kisses the side of your head several times. “I promise it tastes better than it looks!”    “It looks amazing,” you reassure him with a watery laugh. “Thank you, love.”    Settling the tray on your knees, he climbs into bed next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “I love you,” he says, laughing lightly when you cuddle against him. He kisses the side of your head. “Happy Saturday morning, baby.”

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    You carry another box of makeup into the bathroom, pushing the door open wide to make up for the steam. Setting it on the counter, you pause for a second and listen to the humming coming from the shower. You can’t help but smile: your husband had the most beautiful voice in the whole world, and you would never get tired of listening to it. Feeling like the luckiest person in the whole world, you start unpacking the box of makeup, nodding your head along to his soft song. You push aside some of his things to make more room, and pause. “….Babe?” you raise your voice a little so he can hear you over the shower.     The humming stops. “Yes?”    “Why do you have 3 different tubes of toothpaste?”    He peeks his head around the curtain. “3? There should be four….”    “Four??”    “Yeah,” he shrugs. “One for the whitening, one has enamel protection, one is super gentle, and one just tastes the best.”    You grin, trying to disguise your chuckle, but he hears it anyway.     “How about instead of making fun of my toothpaste choices, you come over here and join me?” he says with a wink.    You put down the box of makeup you had been organizing and head towards him with a sly smile. “Is that what I should do?” you ask, leaning up to kiss him.     “Mmhmm,” he agrees against your lips.     “I don’t know…” you pretend to think. “I’m pretty busy unpacking, you know—” Your words are cut off by a squeal as he suddenly reaches out and grabs your waist. In seconds, he’s pulled you into the shower with him.     Kissing you seriously as he helps you out of your clothes, he says, “Unpacking can wait.”

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    “Princess, do you want ham or turkey?”    You kiss his shoulder as you pass by him to grab another apple. “Turkey, please. Do we have any more mangoes?”    “We should. In the back corner of the fridge.”     Nodding affably, you head to the fridge, stopping only to turn up the music as you go. “I love this song!” You dance along as you hunt for the fruit, turning back to find him watching you fondly. Holding the mangoes above your head, you put some extra goofiness into your moves and are rewarded with a loud laugh. “What?” you ask with exaggerated surprise. “You don’t like my moves?”    In an instant, he’s at your side, gathering you into his arms and swinging you around once. “I love your moves!” he says, grinning wide at your giggles. He sets you down and kisses the tip of your nose. “Just as much as I love—”    “Mangoes?” you interrupt, waving them in front of his face.     “Yep,” he agrees. “That’s exactly what I was going to say. I love mangoes more than anything else in the world.”    You reach up for one more kiss, then wriggle out of his hold. “Well then you are going to adore this fruit salad I’m making.” You go back to chopping, laughing as he spanks you playfully on his way past.    “I’m sure the fruit salad will be fantastic; it’s just that my sandwiches are going to be even better.”    “Oh?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. “Did this just become a competition lunch?”    He shakes his head seriously. “Of course not, princess—I’m going to win easily, so it won’t really be a competition.” His eyes are sparkling.     Narrowing your eyes, you grab a chunk of apple and throw it at him, cackling as it hits him square in the chest. “Maybe you’ll win,” you agree. “But that’s only if you get the votes. By the way, did I mention that my vote counts for 80% and yours only counts for 15%?”   He’s grinning. “And the other 5%?”   “Also mine,” you shrug. “But it also counts double.”   “Hmm…I might have to do some secret sabotage then.”   You push your bowl further away from him. “Stay away from the salad, you rascal!”   “Rascal??” he laughs. “How old are you? Who says rascal anymore??” At your affronted look, he’s immediately contrite, coming to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “There’s a nickname for me,” he says winsomely. Reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, he snuggles his face against yours. “Your rascal.”    You grin. “My rascal,” you say, trying it out. “I like it.” You willingly accept his kiss until your stomach growls loudly.     Laughing, he lets you go. “That’s our cue! Come on, let’s eat this award-winning sandwich and mediocre fruit salad.”

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    “Pass me that shirt, husband-dear?”     He makes a face. “I think I prefer rascal.”    You smile, folding the shirt quickly and putting it in the basket. “Okay, my rascally husband-dear. Are we done?”    He haphazardly folds his final sweater and tosses it into the basket. “Yep!”    “Is that how you fold your sweaters?” you ask, eying it.    “Is it smaller than it was before?” he asks patiently. “Will it fit into a small space neatly?”    You give him a look. “Yes.”    “Then, yes.” He gives you a look of his own. “This is how I fold sweaters.” He scoots up onto the couch, leaning back and reaching for the remote.     You sigh. “Just make sure you don’t fold my sweaters like that, you rascal.” He nods and you give in, crawling onto the couch next to him and stretching out. You rest your head in his lap, snuggling closer when he automatically runs his hand through your hair in a relaxing pattern.     “Promise. Well, my beautiful bride, what should we watch tonight?”    “Whatever you want,” you say around a yawn.     He grabs the blanket off the back of the couch, tucking it around you before resuming his light touch on your hair. He eventually settles on an old movie, and before you know it, your eyes are shutting all on their own. Noticing this, he leans down to kiss your forehead. “Love you,” he breathes.     It’s close to midnight when he finally gets tired, shutting off the movie and looking down at you, trying to decide whether or not to wake you. After a second, he carefully gets to his feet, making sure the door is locked and the lights are mostly off, then comes back to where you are passed out on the couch. “Come on, princess,” he says softly, scooping you into his arms. “Let’s go to bed.”    You wake up as he’s carrying you down the hall, blinking in confusion. “Jin?”    “It’s okay, baby,” he says tenderly, holding you closer.     You snuggle against him, still too tired to protest. “Bridal style again, huh?”    He laughs. “No, I think we call this ‘wifey style’ now.”    “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”    Setting you gently down on the bed, he kisses your forehead. “I appreciate that.” He turns out all the lights before climbing next to you, automatically pulling you into his arms. Once you’re settled there, he peppers several soft kisses across your face. “So….I’ve got to go back to work tomorrow.”    You pout. “Tomorrow? Are you sure?”    “Yes, I’m sure,” he laughs.    Wrapping your arms around him awkwardly, you hold on tight. “What if I just keep you here with me instead?”     “Sounds good,” he gives in easily. “I’ll just tell the guys, sorry, my wife needed me at home today.”    “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”    “Me either. Especially the part when I get to say my wife.”    Grinning, you kiss his neck several times. “I like that part, too,” you admit. 

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    The alarm goes off the next morning and both of you startle awake.    “Nooo,” you protest, burrowing deeper into his arms.     His eyes are still closed as he cradles you against him. “I know…” After a moment, he reaches over and turns the alarm off. There’s quiet for a second, then he groans and sits up, easily fending off your attempts to hold him back. “I’m sorry, princess, I’ve got to get ready.” He groans at your frowny face. “Don’t guilt me like that, I have to go.”    You sigh, but let him go. “What do you want for breakfast?”    “Nothing,” he says as he rummages through the closet. “On days I work, I usually don’t eat until I get there and settle in a bit.”    “Oh.” You rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Okay. Well, do you at least want some tea to take with you?”    He hesitates, turning to look at you. You must be a sight, because a quick little grin crosses his face. “Sure. That’d be nice, princess, thank you.”    While he goes to the bathroom to get ready, you stumble out of bed, almost missing your slippers, and head for the kitchen. The water boils quickly and you brew the tea in one of his favorite travel mugs, making sure to turn off the stove before you shuffle back down the hall to find him.    He’s singing again, and you pause outside the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe to listen. You pull the door open, set the mug on the counter, and then go to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “I love it when you sing,” you say, your voice muffled against his back.     He covers your hands with his own. “I’m sorry I have to go, lovey.” He pulls your hands apart and turns to you, cradling your face in his hands. “I hate this.”    “It’s okay,” you say, closing your eyes and leaning into him slightly. “I’ll bring you lunch and then you’ll be home in time for dinner, right?”    Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Absolutely, my beautiful wife.”    “Okay, handsome husband—that’s a promise, right?”    “Mmmhmm.” He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss until you’re breathless. Finally pulling back, he grins at the look on your face. “I love you.”    “I love you more. See you at lunch?”    He nods, then releases you, grabbing the travel mug. “Can’t wait.” He starts to leave, then hesitates, turning back to look at you.    You smile automatically, expecting another kiss, but are thrown completely off guard when he suddenly sets the mug back down and scoops you into his arms, bridal-style. Laughing, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a look. “Again?”    He kisses you for a long time, then hugs you once. “As often as I can, from here until the end of forever. Just because I can, because you’re my—”    “Bride,” you finish with him, feeling your cheeks go pink at the unadulterated joy you see on his face. “I know.”