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I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Sorry again for the long wait! There is a Christmas installment coming! (Because Christmas is awesome!) I hope you enjoy this!
You were laying in bed with Sasha. It was a rare day off for both of you between the jobs you two held and your schooling. You were cuddled up to his side, a leg thrown over his and your hand over his heart. He was playing with your hand as you two cuddled.
You sighed, content. "We're not leaving this bed today are we?" Sasha asked you, amusement evident in his voice.
"No. Let's have a lazy day in bed," you suggest, letting go of his hand to trace patterns on his chest.
"That we can do, with some modifications. We'll have to make food to eat," Sasha points out.
You snort. "Dude. We live in the city. We can get anything delivered to us. I think this day warrants we indulge ourselves."
"Ah. Good point. I concede to your brilliance," Sasha mocks you.
You sock him on the arm. "Knob." He feigns being hurt.
You nip his lower jawline. He answers by squeezing your shoulders and tucking you closer to him, kissing your forehead and trailing his hand up and down your back, over the expanse of skin the nightgown revealed.
"So what should we do today?" Sasha inquires.
"Watch movies and play board games," you throw out.
"That sounds like a good plan. However playing a board game on a bed might be difficult."
You snicker, remembering the last time you two had played board games on the bed.
"I'm sure we can manage," you say, looking up at him mischievously.
"So it's like that?" he asks, grinning down at you.
"Yeah. Like that," you answer him.
"Hmmm," he says, squeezing you close and giving you a kiss on your lips. "What shall we order for breakfast?"
"A burger?" you offer.
He snorts in laughter. "A burger? Really? Darlin', I don't think I am ever going to get used to you eating dinner for breakfast. Or even breakfast for dinner," he sputters, laughter colouring his voice.
"Okay, then what do you suggest for breakfast?"
"How about French toast with sausage and bacon?" outlining your favourite breakfast dish, his head angled down to watch your expression.
"Oooo. You sure know how to court a woman," your eyes lightening up at his suggestion. It has been said that food was the way to a man's heart. But in your case, food was the way to yours. Sasha was an extremely accomplished cook and had courted you throughout your relationship with his prepared dishes. His proposal had been centered around a dish he had prepared specially for you. Smiling, in happy memory, you glance down at the ring on your left hand. You knew just how lucky you were to be married to this man.
