Tacos
Steve arrived home from work to find Kayla making tacos. "What are we having to eat, Sweetness?" he asked as he came up behind her and kissed her neck. "Something smells good."
"That's just my perfume," she teased.
"It smells like tacos to me," he said as he lightly tickled her.
"Steve, behave yourself or we won't get to eat."
"Behave myself? That's no fun," Steve said with a chuckle.
"Well, it is tacos," Kayla said as she went to check on their dinner on the stove. "I hope you're hungry."
"I'm starved," Steve said as he began to nibble on Kayla's neck.
"Stop it!" she told him playfully.
She swatted him with her hand and he just laughed uncontrollably. "But baby, I did what you told me. I told Kiriakis today just what he can do with his job."
"You did?" Kayla gasped. "Steve, I am so proud of you!"
She turned around in his arms and hugged him and kissed him. "I love you so much, Steven Earl Johnson."
"Ugghhh... don't use the middle name," Steve said, but he was still grinning. He had a perpetual grin on his face when he had Kayla in his arms. Now that he had her, he was incredibly happy.
"We have something to celebrate, you and I. The end of your job with Kiriakis... and the yummy tacos I just prepared."
"That sounds great, Sweetness, but tomorrow night would you go with me to meet my family?"
"You want me to meet your family?" Kayla asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I'd like them to meet the lady I'm falling in love with."
"Ohhh Steve. Yes... yes, I would love to meet them," Kayla agreed.
