Revealing Kane

39 - Night Out

"Honey, I'm home!" I hear downstairs and giggle.

That greeting has become a joke between John and I. We tease each other about how unconventional our marriage is compared to our parents. Especially in the bedroom. We have laughed ourselves silly, supposing how bland our parents' sex lives must be. If they even still have sex. Unlike us, who do it wherever, whenever, and however the mood strikes. And it strikes a lot when he is home.

"Babe? Are you ready?" I then hear.

I'm not completely ready! I think as I rush out of the bathroom and into our room. I toss the towel on the bed and haphazardly begin to pull on my underwear. I clasp my bra, spin it to the proper position, and pull it into place, tucking and pulling on my breasts to make them look good. Not that they need help in that department. They are huge because of my breastfeeding Jack.

Just as I sit on the edge of the bed to put on my thigh-high stockings, John enters the room. I pause to gauge his reaction to me. Concern and a bit of anger zooms across his face.

"You're not ready?" he asks, sounding annoyed.

"A-a-almost," I stammer, yanking on the stocking and putting my thumb nail right through the thin nylon. "Shit!" I hiss and yank the material back off my leg.

John sees what's wrong and steps closer as he says, "Do you have another pair?"

"No," I sigh as I pull the first one off. "I haven't gotten to Harrod's recently,"

"I was just there! You should have told me. I would have gotten them," John snarls.

"It's okay. It's still warm out. I don't really need them," I say as I grab my dress.

"But I like them on you," John whines.

"I know you do, babe. I'll get more soon. Zip me up," I ask, turning my back to him.

John sighs as he pulls up the zipper on my dress. I thank him, smoothing the material over my thighs as I turn back to him. I step into my high-heeled pumps and hope they don't make my feet hurt. John's eyes drink me in, and I see the immediate reaction in his tight pants.

"Good God, you're sexy," he tells me, his eyes focused on my breasts.

"Thanks, honey. Let's go," I say, grab my purse, and head for the door.

Tonight, we're going out to dinner, then on to a club. Yasmin and Simon are watching Jack for us. The band's been away for what seems like months promoting Liberty, and John's finally home for the holidays. Before we do the family at Christmas thing, we plan to enjoy each other for a bit.

We hold hands as we take a cab to the restaurant. John's year without a license is almost over, thank goodness. I think he's learned his lesson, too, which is great. One less thing for me to worry about. Especially with the decision I've made.

I have been talking to Diane at Models One, who agrees it's time for me to return to my career. We've decided that in the New Year, I'm making a comeback. She's begun booking me for shoots, the first straight away on January 2nd. John will be in a down cycle, so I figure he can stay with Jack when I work. Now, I just have to tell him. But not tonight. Tonight's about us having fun.

When the cab pulls up to the restaurant, John gives me a little smile and gets out. I follow him, and he helps me to my feet. I straighten my dress as we start to walk, and as John takes my hand, the first flash goes off. Paparazzi. I look at John, but he is just determinedly walking to the front door of the restaurant, so I focus my attention there. The flashes continue around us, and I try my best to ignore them. I know we both look good, so let them have their pictures.