Thanks you to my pre-readers Ash and Kelley. If you don't know them you're missing out.

The week after Will's first doctor appointment I have to go back to work. I think I might cry the first morning when I'm getting ready and Esme is sitting on the bed, playing with Will's little arms.

"We wish Daddy could stay home with us, don't we?" Esme asks, waving Will's arms. "We don't want Daddy to go to stupid work."

I smile and sit on the bed next to Will's blanket. "Sorry, little man," I say, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Someone has to keep your mom in ice cream and cookies."

Esme laughs, shoving my shoulder.

"Go make money, my awesome husband."

I kiss her softly. "Have a fun day, my beautiful wife."

That first week back at work sucks, even though I spend most of my time showing off all the pictures of our son Esme texts me. I spend every minute of my time at home with Will but it's not enough. I've never been so happy for a friday in my life. Finally I can spend the weekend at home with my family.

MG's parents come over that weekend and hang out with us on Saturday. It's their first time seeing Will since we came home from the hospital.

It just so happens that Esme's six week postpartum check-up lands on the week before our anniversary. Once she gets the all clear from the doctor to have sex again I can hardly keep my hands off her, but she keeps rebuffing my advances.

I know she's tired, and doesn't feel very sexy, but momma MG is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I want her so much. I also want to give her a break. She's so stressed out about going back to work soon on top of raising a newborn, and even though Will is the greatest thing that's ever happened to us, a vacation wouldn't hurt right now.

I bring up the idea one night after putting Will to bed. We're lying in bed, and I can tell Esme is on the verge of whatever small amount of sleep she'll get tonight, but I really want to talk to her about this.

"Babe, I've been thinking."

"Hmm…"

"Next Saturday is our anniversary, and what if we see if my parents want to take Will for the weekend?"

"Is it really?" she asks, rolling over to face me. "I didn't even realize. I've been so busy."

I rub her shoulder. "I know, and you deserve a break and to feel like you again. You're an amazing mom to Will and the best wife ever. You deserve it."

"Are you sure?" she asks. "A whole weekend is a lot to ask, and I would feel bad leaving him like that for two days."

"I'm sure they'd love to," I tell her. "You know mom loves to have her grandbaby around."

"Okay. As long as you're sure they won't mind. I do miss you," she says, rubbing my cheek.

I smile. "I love seeing you with Will, but on our anniversary I can't help it. I'm a little selfish."

"You can be selfish about me all you want." She kisses me deeply, scooting closer, and I think tonight it might finally happen, but then the unmistakable sound of crying comes over the baby monitor.

She pulls back, sighing. "I'll be right back."

I stop her from getting up. "No, baby. I got it."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course," I say, climbing out of bed. "Unless it's a poop diaper. Then you get it."

She laughs and it's the greatest sound in the world. Yeah, my MG definitely deserves a night off.