Day 2 - Holiday Cards
Stephanie Johnson and Mike Horton
Stephanie sat at her oak-paneled desk pouring over a stack of Christmas cards. She had only finished four so far, while Mike, sitting across from her in a lumpy armchair, was racing through his pile.
"How many do you have left?" Stephanie asked her husband.
Mike held up three fingers. "Three? Only three?" Stephanie asked in surprise. She snatched up one of the ones he had been working on. "Hey! You only signed your name!"
"Not on all of them," Mike said. "A few of them got a smiley face too."
Stephanie wanted to be mad at him. Here she was putting an extraordinary amount of effort into personalizing each and every card and he was only writing his name. But ultimately, she couldn't be mad at him because he was Mike. And he was looking at her with that charmingly perfect smile of his.
She threw up her hands in defeat. "I give up trying to teach you the fine, lost art of letter writing. You're too much of a - of a boy!"
Mike chuckled as he signed off on the last card and stood up. "And here I thought my being 'a boy' was part of my appeal."
Stephanie shook her head. Mike capped his ink pen and moved over to her, crouching low to rest his chin on her shoulder. "Sweetheart, I write all day at the office on chart after chart. Can you blame me for wanting a break from that?" He stroked her cheek. "You know, you could always just quickly sign your name on them too and then we can find something more fulfilling to do."
Stephanie tried to suppress a grin but finally gave into it. "Alright, I'll sign my name. With a smiley face!" She added, scribbling Stephanie Horton on the bottom of a pretty card with a Jolly Santa Claus dancing on the front. "One down, lots more to go."
"At this rate, you'll have them all done in five minutes. In the meantime, I'll go turn down the bed covers," Mike said. He kissed her long and slow before slipping off.
Stephanie's heart was hammering in her chest after that decidedly steamy lip lock. She immediately tossed aside her pen and started after Mike. On second thought, Christmas cards could wait until later. Her libido would not.