"Hurry Gabe! The kids are asleep finally!" You whisper. The lights are out in Browntown and you and your husband are going to sleep. Or so he thinks. He is moving about the dark room trying to wrestle on some pants for the night. It was a chilly day, but tonight is going to be freezing. Even with a well built and insulated cabin with a wood burning stove going, it will get cold. Shivering in your blankets you just want your husband to hurry up. He is your personal heater and honestly he loves cuddling. He actually acts more like the girl in the relationship. With both pregnancies he would be more crabby than you. It was almost like he was the one pregnant. Finally he steps into the ring of light to put the lamp out. You let out an audible giggle. "What?" He asks turning around. "Nothin, it's just your pants are so tight, and striped." You continue to laugh a little louder into your pillow. The light goes out and he tip toes over to bed. "I don't see what's so funny." Your laughter is contagious though and he every ally giggles lifting up the blankets. "Those....those are MY pants Gabey!" You whisper. He plops down in bed, "no they aren't, are they?" He lifts the blankets moving his leg and you hear a rip. He stops. "Oh! Honey I am so sorry. I just ripped your PJ pants!" You burst out in laughter this time. "Shhh! Be quiet the kids are asleep!" Your laughter dies down and he still sit there holding up he blanket. "It's alright they were going to come off anyway." You hear him swallow loudly as you take his hand. The blanket drops back down and you straddle him. Your mouths connect in perfectly synced movements. It starts to get really heated and you try to grab for his pants. But they won't come off. You break off kissing and breathing hard you start to giggle again. "They won't come off Gabey." He sets you aside in the bed and jumps up. He fumbles with the hem before just tearing the thin fabric. Once his legs are exposed he comes back in bed and crawls on top of you. "I will buy you a new pair tomorrow." He seems genuinely sorry about the pants. "It's fine Gabey, now just kiss me. Last time I checked your mom wanted a few more grandbabies. And we have to make up for your brothers not getting married." The list in his eyes spark and he collapses into your neck kissing you in all the right places. "We can defiantly do that." He replies before starting his journey down your body.
