Drew stopped in the door opening and smiled at the sight of Timothea. She was happy and carefree to look at as she was dancing around the living room to the tones of Within Temptation coming from the speakers. She was wearing a short, tight, black dress and a pair of bunny ears on her head. His Easter bunny on this Easter Sunday.

He didn't think it was possible to love anyone more than he loved her. She was perfect for him. She was everything he had ever dreamed of. She ran a hand through her shoulder long, chestnut brown hair. It slid down her side afterwards. His eyes followed the hand as it landed on her hip. She shook her ass in that tight dress. He bit his lip and moved his eyes back up. She was looking over her shoulder. Her forest green eyes had an amused look in them.

"Do you like what you see, big boy?" She asked.
"I love it," he grinned.

She spun around and mirrored his grin. He could already see she wasn't completely sober. She emptied the glass of alcohol in her hand, placed it on a shelf and walked over to him to kiss him.

"Whiskey," he smirked.
"Is it that bad?" She asked.
"No, I love your whiskey flavored tongue," he said.

She stuck out her tongue, and he closed his lips around it, slowly moving his head backwards until her tongue got released. He groaned when he felt his dick wake up. Now was not the time.

"What are you celebrating?" He asked.
"How do you know I'm celebrating?" She asked.
"You rarely drink. When you do, you're celebrating something," he said.
"I can't hide anything from you," she laughed. "Today is one year ago since my tubal litigation."
"Your what?" He asked.
"My tubal litigation," she repeated.

He started laughing. He knew she was drunk and probably hadn't caught on to having mixed up two words. It was just so funny and adorable at the same time.

"Honey, that's the wrong word. It's not like you're driving on an illegal egg highway or something," he said. "You had your tubal ligation a year ago."
"Oh," she giggled. "I feel so stupid."
"Come here, my little Easter bunny," he said.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her up against him. He leaned down to kiss her, wrapped his arms around her and swayed with her to the beautiful tones of the song "Paradise" that was currently playing. He broke the kiss and looked at her. She truly was his paradise.

"Happy anniversary," he said. "Have I ever told you how fucking happy I am that you chose to have that surgery?"
"Only about a million times but I don't mind hearing it again," she grinned.
"What do you want? A cake? I should give you a cake, right? Let me run out and buy one. Lemon cake or is that for men that are seedless after a vasectomy?" He asked.
"Stop!" She laughed. "I only want you."

She pulled him down for another kiss. She placed her hand on his crotch and squeezed. He broke the kiss and sighed.

"As much as I want to throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the bedroom, we can't. Not now. You're drunk," he said.
"I'm only tipsy," she said.
"Still," he smiled. "I don't play around with intoxication. That's a dickhead move. Tomorrow though. I'll even wake you up with my tongue if you want me to."

He wiggled his eyebrows and she started laughing.

"You're the best," she said.
"Come here," he pulled her close again. "Timothea McIntyre, you are my heart and soul. My sun and my moon. The stars on the sky that light my darkest hours. You are my everything."

She blushed like she always did when he tried connecting with his poetic side. He loved that he could still make her blush after all this time.

"Should we watch a movie or something?" He asked.
"I think I'd like a cake after all. I would have preferred dick but a cake has to do," she said.

He let out a laugh and leaned down to peck her lips.

"Start the coffee maker while I find an open bakery," he said. "What flavor?"
"Lemon actually sounds good but if they don't have that, anything fruity will do," she said.
"Fruity cake for my Easter bunny. Got it," he winked. "Tubal litigation. I'm never gonna let you forget that one."