That was my fourth year into my marriage. Sex have always been just there to me and had never been an event to be celebrated.
My phone beeped and looking at the screen I saw a text message reading “baby let’s have dinner out by 7pm, will pick you up after work”, that was my husband texting, couldn’t believe he just called me baby. Think the last time he used that word was when we were still dating. “Is it that there is a favour he needs from me or is what?” I kept asking myself. The thought of the scheduled dinner kept disturbing me as I worked hard to fight the urge of calling him back and asking him what is this dinner all about. “Ding dong” went the door bell, bringing me out from my dream world back to reality. I jumped off the chair to go get the door, peeping through the door hole I caught a glimpse of jerry, a young handsome man, about 5.8ft tall and quite toned, he owns the boutique down the road where myself and my husband usually buy clothes. I opened the door and was greeted by a set of white teeth shining out of a well framed smile. I did a quick scan on him noticing he had a nylon bag in his right hand. Also couldn’t help but noticed how strong his arm seemed, evidence of good work outs I guessed. “Good evening Mrs. abu, your husband bought this while leaving for work this morning and arranged with me to deliver them to you later in the day” he said. Snapping back into reality, I asked “what is in the bag?” “It is a gown, a fine gown and I know for sure it’s going to fit well on your fine body” he answered as he turned to leave. “Thanks for your help” was all I managed to say as I shot the door behind him. “Did this dude just call my body cute” couldn’t believe I am still that appealing haven had 2 kids and considering the nature of my job. Opening the wrapped bag, I saw a red gown and a pair of shoe to go with it and just as jerry mentioned they were cute. Filled with surprise I brought out the gown held it close to my bosom as I lied on my bed, never knew my husband still had a sense of romance remaining in him. Still holding on the gown I felt real good, felt appreciated.
Guess it was the sedative effect of the joy that made me sleep off.
Later that evening as my hubby held my hand and taking me into the dinner hall, I was busy looking at my belly which seemed a bit stuffed up in my new dress. He pulled out a sit for me from the table and allowed me sit before going over to his sit. I was served fried rice and a glass of wine, was munching my meat when my hubby leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, “honey you are looking so sweet”. Guess I blushed on hearing that. Before I knew it a soft kiss landed on my left chick. All this going on, while the only thing on my mind was; how to tell my hubby that he is really making me feel important.