A/N: Couldn't let the beautiful Emma Watson's Birthday go by without writing a little something to celebrate it.
I am exhausted, but the best part of my day is about to begin. I kiss my baby girl in her highchair, contentedly nibbling on a biscuit, the tray a crumbly mess.
I look over at the stove where a very beautiful man is swiping at his pale, platinum hair with one hand while stirring the pot of something delicious with the other. He is wearing a crisp white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark denim jeans that hug him like I would and barefoot. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh because he is wearing the frilliest apron I own, adorned with a checkered ruffle and covered with roosters and colorful bowls.
When he hears our baby say "Mum!", he turns towards me and smiles. I see his gorgeous grey eyes and my breath hitches a little. Damn, those eyes. It's been ages since we fell for each other but every single time...my breath still gets taken away.
"Good evening, Madame Minister."
"Good evening, husband."
He strides towards me, looking much like a cat on the prowl. And I am willing prey. He stands right in front of me, and puts both hands on the sides of my face. He looks down at my lips and licks his. I'm wearing the lipstick shade that drives him absolutely wild. It's perfectly professional, but I know his thoughts are anything but. I know we are thinking the exact same thing. How absolutely right it is when my lips in this color are wrapped around a very delicious part of him.
His kiss is gentle at first, then gets needier and hungrier as our bodies mold together and I hold in my arms the best thing that's ever happened to me.
We break apart and laugh when the baby spills her milk and the pot threatens to bubble over.
What a crazy hectic life! I couldn't imagine living it without him by my side.