The Key To Living Is Love

Why is parenting so freaking hard (part 2)

Nico is in the other room, doing the dishes and tidying up. It's been a long time since we've had a moment alone, just the two of us. Before Bianca was born, any moment alone meant one thing - sex. But now, with a baby in the house, those moments are few and far between.

I can hear Nico humming to himself as he works, and I can't help but smile. I love him more than anything, and I'm so grateful to have him by my side as we navigate this new chapter of our lives.

As Bianca sleeps, Nico and I tackle the chores and get things done around the house. It's not exactly exciting, but it feels good to be productive. And every now and then, we steal a glance at each other and share a knowing smile. We both know that this moment of peace and quiet won't last forever. Soon, Bianca will wake up and the chaos will start all over again.

But for now, we're enjoying the calm before the storm.

Later that evening, after Bianca is fast asleep, Nico and I finally have a moment to ourselves. The house is quiet and dark, and we're both feeling a little bit frisky.

We make our way to the bedroom, shedding clothes as we go. Nico pulls me close and I can feel his hardness pressing against me.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he growls, nipping at my neck.

I moan, arching my back as he kisses and bites his way down my body. He settles between my legs, spreading me wide and diving in with his tongue.

I cry out, grabbing his head and grinding against his face. He licks and sucks at my clit, bringing me to the brink of orgasm in no time.

But just as I'm about to come, he pulls away, climbing back up my body and pressing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and it only makes me want him more.

He slides inside me, filling me up in one smooth thrust. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper as he starts to move.

It doesn't take long for us to both reach our peak, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony as we chase our release.

And when it finally comes, it's intense and all-consuming. We both cry out, clinging to each other as the waves of pleasure wash over us.

As we lay there, spent and breathless, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment - for the chance to reconnect with my husband and remind ourselves of the passion that still burns between us.

Because even with a baby in the house, we're still us - a couple in love, with a deep and unbreakable bond. And no matter what life throws our way, I know that we'll always have each other.