"Honey?!" Alex shouts from the bottom of the staircase.

"Upstairs!" Norma exalts from her room. She's been digging through her closet, finding the best attire for tonight but regardless of the million dresses that she own and the fancy blouses, she can't find anything to wear.

So she stands there, hands on hips with her lip tucked in. Alex's heavy steps on the wooden floor go unnoticed as she tries to focus to finally find the perfect dress, one that can conceal her belly the best.

Alex clears his throat and Norma finally faces him. Her annoyed look immediately vanishes the moment she sees what he's holding.

"Happy Valentine's day," he says with a grin, holding an enormous bouquet of red roses.

Norma is taken aback by his surprise. No one's ever given her flowers. None of her previous husbands even bothered to give her chocolates or even a homemade card. But her Alex is not the same way. When she woke up this morning, he was gone, but he had left a small note on the nightstand for her.

Good morning!

Breakfast is ready and coffee is waiting for you downstairs. I should be back before 5. Wear something sexy and be ready for tonight.

Can't wait to see you.

Happy Valentine's day.

Yours,

A

Norma didn't know what he meant by 'wear something sexy'. Her hormones got the best of her and, annoyed and flustered, she spent the entire afternoon looking for something sexy to wear with no success.

"You-you don't like flowers?" Alex asks timidly, scared that he had made a mistake and had poked an old wound. He had. But in the best way.

Norma noticed that she hasn't said a word since the moment he walked in and he was probably thinking that she was upset. She walks towards him, a slight grin planted on her face. Her tears were now evident and he could see them running down her cheeks.

"You're the first one to ever get me flowers," Norma clarifies, taking the roses from his hands. "I love them."

"You do?" he asks hopeful but with a smile.

"Yes," she confesses through smiling teeth. She brings them up to take a good whiff of the roses that she'll never throw away and keep forever.

"I'm glad you like them," he says, looking at her sweetly. "Are you almost ready?"

Norma just noticed the nice suit he was wearing. Where is he taking her?

"Not even close," her tone desperate yet hurt. She walks back to the bed, placing the roses down on the nightstand, reminding herself to get a pretty vase for her perfect flowers. "I don't have anything to wear."

Alex looks back to the giant mess and mountain of dresses on their bed. He looks back at her with a hint of a smile.

Norma meets his eyes and rolls them in annoyance. "I look like a whale. Doesn't matter which one I try on, I still look fat and gross."

"You are not fat and most certainly not gross, honey," he walks to her, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her close to his chest. "You're beautiful and pregnant. There's a difference."

"Nothing fits me," she says with much discourage.

"Let me see," he lets go of her and starts digging through her pile of clothes. "How about this one? I like how it looks on you."

"Doesn't fit."

Alex nods and fishes for another one. "And this one?"

"That one either," Norma says as she makes room for herself and finally sits down on his side of the bed, giving her swollen feet a rest.

"There must be one that you like," he tries to cheer her up.

"I won't look good with any of these dresses if you're wearing that."

He looks down on himself. "What's wrong with this?"

"Nothing. There's nothing wrong with it," she explains. "You just look extremely handsome and I don't want to look like a train wreck standing next to you."

Alex looks down at the adorable way she's holding her belly. She's five months pregnant and ever since she started showing, he's been promising her that she's never looked more beautiful but it's fair to say she doesn't think the same way.

"Honey, you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he steps around the bed to kneel in front of her. "You're carrying our baby. You're not fat and you know that."

Norma feels her tears building up. "But nothing fits," she cries again, hating how her hormones betray her and make her feel as disgusting as she does.

"I know, baby. I know," he runs his hands up and down her thighs, finally coming to rest on her belly. "Tell you what, I'm going to change and we can stay in, okay? You can wear a big shirt and your underwear for the remaining of the night, how does that sound?" he adds with a smile.

"Nonono," she begs. "I don't want to cancel, please. You've gone out of your way to make me feel this special. I don't want to ruin it."

"You won't ruin anything, okay?" he assures her.

But she refuses to ruin this day that, after long years of hating this holiday, she was starting to feel like she could learn to love it.

"I'll find something, okay?" she holds his face, staring deep into his expressive and always loving caramel eyes.

He couldn't deny her anything. He never would.

"Okay," he smiles, moving his hands in circles on her abdomen. Their baby decides to kick the moment he stops his movement. They both look down at her stomach at the same time. Alex smiles immensely, the same expression on his face every time his baby moves.

"Yes, tell mommy that she's as beautiful as she'll ever be and that she has nothing to worry about," he talks to her belly attentively.

Norma leans back, resting her weight on her palms. She smiles happily, all of a sudden forgetting about her insecurities the moment she witnessed her perfect husband directing his words to their daughter.

As if understanding and agreeing with him, the baby kicks again. Norma laughs and Alex follows.

"I know!" he says loudly through smiling teeth, pretending he's having a conversation with his daughter. "Mommy likes to worry."

Her hand brushes his thick hair, loving his perfect way of handling every situation like he always does. He dips down and kisses her stomach, feeling his daughter move again.

"Happy Valentine's day for you too, my little angel. Daddy loves you a lot, you hear me?"

Tears start to swell in her eyes but this time, they were tears of happiness. The joy she feels every time she sees how good of a father he already is gives her more reasons to fall in love with her husband all over again.

Their eyes meet and Norma grins. He cranes his head, reaching for her lips. Norma leans forward and kisses him back. Slowly, with a lot of emotion. She truly loves this man.

"I think I've changed my mind," she mumbles on his mouth. Her hands grip his jacket and she pulls him back with her, both of them resting on her ocean of dresses.

His wife's libido had increased after the first trimester, and he couldn't complain. His fear of hurting the baby had diminished the moment she promised him that there's not way that he would hurt her, or the baby in any way.

"That was quick, Mrs. Romero," he teases with a smile. His hands tug down her bra straps, setting free her larger and sensitive breasts.

Norma moans at the sudden touch. Lately she's been more sensitive than ever before. His warm hands making her squirm immediately under his touch.

"You look very handsome," Norma states weakly as he kisses her neck. She could feel his erection exciting her all the more.

Alex grins, moving up to meet her mouth.

"So do you," he whispers huskily.

"I'm not wearing anything," she points out with a small smirk.

"Exactly."

"You must really love me," she giggles, his kisses tickling her in the right places. "You think I'm always beautiful."

Alex stops grinding on her the moment he recognizes her tone of voice.

"Because you are," he says honestly. "You're the hottest milf out there."

Norma bursts in a fit of laughter, feeling hot all of a sudden at his choice of words.

"Milf?"

He looks back at her. "Yes. You're a milf. My milf."

She chuckles and aims for his mouth. "I like that."

"Good," he smiles. "We have dinner reservations for seven."

Norma looks back at the clock. "A little bit more than an hour. You think you'll have plenty of time to make love to your wife, Sheriff?"

"I'll have plenty of time, Miss."

Norma watches him as he pulls back, standing in front of her undressing himself. Norma gladly enjoys his little strip tease. The baby moves again and Alex is quick to notice her daughter's need for attention.

"Nononono," he says gently, dipping down and pressing his lips on her stomach. "You need to go to sleep," he tells her. "Daddy and Mommy need some alone time."

Norma bites her lip with anticipation.

"And put your earplugs in," he whispers. "Mommy is kind of loud."

Happy Valentine's day, babes.

Xx