Words I'd Never Say

Draft 2 Part 2

They call it Stockholmes Syndrome. I don't think that is what it is. It's accepting your fate. It's giving in to make yourself happy. It's letting go of one thing to hold on to something else: sanity. Lost and found, there and back. In and out.

"Honey, I'm home." Said my husband from the door. I walked from the kitchen to greet him and planted a kiss on his cheek. The kids came down and said hello, and he follow me to the kitchen, preparing the table.

"How was work, Vincent?" I asked.

"It was lonely. I miss you and the kids." He came from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"But I missed you the most, baby." His voice whispered with a light huskiness. I giggled and turned to kiss him.

"Such a charmer, yeah?" I turned around to wrap my arms around his neck and bring him closer. He leaned in, and I did too, but--

"Mommmmmm." Michael groaned loudly. "Nicky's in the room."

Hubby and I laughed softly and set the last of the food on the table.

"How was school, boys?" I asked them.

"Good." They replied in unison.

"Woah. Are you sure we didn't make twins?" My husband asked me. I laughed and placed my hand on his leg.

"Hubby, are you crazy? I'm not going to have two births at the same time. My body couldn't handle it." I laughed some more. The kids joined in.

I watched proudly as we all ate our food elegantly, all that time and money put in those classes for us were put to good use. After we all finished, I sent the boys upstairs to get ready for bed, while I snuggled up to Vincent on the couch. He kissed my neck and I blushed bright red, I knew what was going to happen next.

"Let's go upstairs." He picked me up bridal style and led me to the bedroom, locking the door after him. He climbed on top of me, and kissed my ever-craving body.