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Chapter 11
"Well, how was it?"
"How was what?" Riza raised a brow at her assistant, who wiggled her brows suggestively at her while her lips were curved up to a Cheshire grin.
Rebecca sighed loudly, nearly exasperatedly as she placed her hands on her hips. "What else, Riza? The honeymoon!"
"Oh. It was nice, I had a lot of fun." The First Lady replied with a delighted smile, then let out a sigh as she deadpanned. "Go back to work, Rebecca."
"Oh come on, Riza! It's ten minutes to twelve-thirty, so we might as well have an earlier lunch break, and you have tons to tell me." Rebecca lifted her bottom off the chair she was sitting on and moved to sit on the sofa, right next to the blonde woman. "Fun, you say?"
Riza groaned at the tone her friend used, her cheeks starting to heat up and turn pink when she recalled the activities they did. "Yes, fun." She coolly said as she cleared her throat, waving her assistant off.
"Give me details, Riza. How was he? Was he good?" Rebecca scooted closer, their shoulders and arms pressing.
"Put this enthusiasm of yours on work!"
"You're not answering my question."
She let out another groan, then answered bashfully. "I-I guess he was...?" She narrowed her honey hazel eyes, "Why are you so interested in this?"
Rebecca laughed, "I'm not the only one! The infamous womaniser settled down and got married! Not a wonder to me, but it must have been one to almost everyone. Did you know that there are rumours saying how it's an arranged marriage?"
"No." Riza knitted her brows. "He literally proposed to me in front of everyone, how is that arranged?"
"Acting?" Rebecca shrugged, and Riza scoffed. She then glanced down at the golden-haired woman's stomach and asked. "You're not pregnant, are you?"
Riza nearly dropped her mug in her hand, though she spilt a bit of her tea on her skirt. She sighed as she wiped the light stain with her handkerchief, "Probably not, but I wouldn't know now."
Rebecca hummed.
"He did ask me if I wanted to have a child with him," Riza said.
"What did you say?"
She took another sip of her tea. "I said yes, but not now."
"Hmm..." Rebecca hummed again, this time a with a teasing tone. "Would you be surprised if you were pregnant?"
"I... I don't know." Her brows knitted again, then she glanced at her assistant. "By the way, Rebecca."
"Yeah?"
"My wardrobe—"
"Right! I nearly forgot. How do you like the clothes?" She asked excitedly. "I knew they would suit you! You look very nice."
"The clothes are nice, I like them, thank you. Though," Riza narrowed her eyes at her. "I can't really say the same for the undergarments..."
Rebecca laughed. "Lacy and sexy, weren't they? They should be pretty comfortable to wear. Oh, and don't forget the sleepwear."
Riza groaned, shooting her friend a glare. "Sleepwear? There were only lingeries."
"Babydolls. Cute, weren't they? They should also be comfy to wear. And there was only two." The dark-haired woman crossed her arms as she smirked. "How did your hubby react?"
"I didn't wear it." She hissed.
Rebecca gave a taken-aback look. "Then what did you wear to sleep? Nothing?"
"H-His shirts." She replied hesitantly with pink cheeks, then scowled when her friend sniggered. "What?"
"Just wear them." She said with a grin, "And I remember adding a few robes, so you can wear those when you want to."
Riza heaved a heavy sigh, enticing Rebecca's grin to widen. "Now, lunch time!"
"I'm done! Finally!" Rebecca huffed and placed the newly-organised folders down on Riza's desk. "The population, area and geographical map of each city and town in Central and the East."
The blonde woman held up a folder, quickly yet carefully scanning through the pages, then smiled. "Perfect. Thank you, Rebecca."
"Now we can officially begin with the project!" The dark-haired woman stretched her arms and back, cracking her neck as she exclaimed, enticing Riza to chuckle, and she asked. "Well, what's your plan?"
Riza sighed. "I'll have to write a report to Roy, and see if he has a say about it. Which towns and cities to build in, the estimated budget per school depending on how many students there will be, which will concern the size of the school and the number of teachers needed."
"This project is going to cost a lot of money..." Rebecca uttered and recalled saying the same thing when she first heard the idea.
Riza heaved a sigh and nodded in agreement. "It certainly will. Finding the land, building the infrastructure, the students' school fees, the teachers' salary..."
"Say, Riza?"
She looked back up at her assistant.
"How long do you think it'll take?"
"As long as it takes." She murmured, then placed the folders in her beige, leather tote bag and said. "We're done for today. You should go home and take a rest, your dark eye circles are still pretty obvious."
"Oh, okay, thanks," Rebecca muttered. "Lemme drive you back to the mansion."
"Actually, I don't think I'll be going back home yet." Riza carried the bag and said.
The dark haired woman raised a brow. "Oh. Then where are you going then?"
"Thank you, Rebecca, sorry for asking you to drive me all the way here. I'll see you tomorrow, then." Riza smiled and waved goodbye at her assistant as she stepped out of the vehicle, and closed the door before turning on her heels, facing the fairly large mansion in front of her.
The guards in front of the mansion's gate narrowed their eyes at her in alert, before nodding and greeting. "Good afternoon, Miss Riza."
"Hello, Gerald, William." She greeted back and thanked them when they opened the gates for her. She entered and walked towards the mansion while mindlessly glancing at the surroundings; the beautiful garden with blossoming flower trees, lush green grass ground with large stone-paved paths, and a pond with a bridge at one side, and a set of table and chairs on the other side. I wish our garden was like this, Riza mused to herself.
She blinked when she felt a water droplet on her nose, then the next thing she knew was it was raining heavily, and she uttered a mental cuss as she began to run towards the building.
She pressed the doorbell, hearing the faint ringing inside as she waited. What are you being nervous for? She mentally uttered when she felt her heart starting to race, and stifled a startled gasp when the door suddenly opened, just to see a middle-aged woman by the door.
"Miss Riza!" The woman, the housekeeper of the mansion exclaimed upon seeing the younger woman's state and quickly ushered her in. "Come in, Miss Riza. My, you are soaked! I'll get you a towel and a set of clothes for you to change."
"Thank you, Mrs Brown." She smiled back as she entered the mansion, and slipped her pumps off to wear a pair of comfy house slippers, "Is grandfather here?"
"Yes, he is. He is upstairs, in the study room." The housekeeper took her tote bag and thin blazer coat, before handing the blonde woman a towel that she had just asked a maid to fetch. "Your clothes will be in the guest room next to the right staircase, just leave your wet clothes on the bed. Your grandfather is in the study room next to it, with a guest."
"Guest?"
The older woman chuckled at the light frown that settled on Riza's brows. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you join them. Now go, you'll catch a cold. I'll bring you some tea and snacks, what would you like?"
"Oh, umm, I'll have jasmine tea then. Thank you." Riza nodded and thanked, then briefly wiped herself with the towel before walking up the stairs and entering the guest room.
She heaved a sigh and pulled the zipper of her dress off, slipping the sleeves off her shoulder and arms, letting it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She touched her undergarments and sighed a relieved one, thankful that it wasn't wet. She slipped on the loose, black blouse, rolling the sleeves to her elbow and wore the floral skirt that was placed neatly on the bed, then she folded her own dress and placed it at the corner of the bed.
She opened the door, stepping out of the room and walked towards the room next to it quietly. She could hear her grandfather's cheery voice as she neared the door, and she hesitantly knocked on the door.
"Hmm? I wonder who it is." She heard her grandfather say, then called out. "Come in!"
Riza opened the door, half-expecting to see an old, retired military General friend of his to sit in front of him. She blinked, her honey hazel eyes widening when she instead saw her husband sitting comfortably in front of her grandfather (with the study table in between them and a chess board on top), his head turned back to face her, his handsome features mirroring her surprised expression whilst holding a chess piece in his right hand— A Queen, she noticed.
"Roy!" She half-exclaimed, "Why are you here?"
"I asked him to come, sweetheart, to chat about the Führer duties. Well, apparently he's doing a great job so far." The former Führer explained, then ushered. "Sit down, sweetheart! What a pleasant surprise. How have you been? And is your hair wet?"
She thanked Roy when he stood to get her a chair to sit beside him, and replied as she touched her slightly damp hair. "I've been fine, grandpa. It suddenly rained when I came."
"Oh. I didn't even notice." He let out a laugh, "Guess we were too focused on our chess match, right, boy?"
Roy chuckled and nodded in agreement, then wrapped an arm around his wife's waist.
"Are you cold, sweetheart?"
She shook her head, leaning her shoulder against Roy's. "I'm fine, thank you. How are you, grandpa?"
"Wonderful, dear. Just a bit lonely, there's no one to play chess with." He grinned. "Now that the both of you are here... How was the honeymoon?"
Riza felt her cheeks start to heat up, and she can imagine them to redden, though before she could reply, she heard a knock on the door.
"What is it now?" Her grandfather grumbled, "Come in."
The door opened to reveal the housekeeper holding a tray with a teacup and saucer, teapot and a plate with assorted cookies. "Here you go, Miss Riza." She placed the tray on Riza's side of the table, then bowed lightly before leaving the room and closing the door.
"Now, where were we?"
"T-The honeymoon," Riza uttered as she poured the tea in the cup, and sipped it.
"Right! The honeymoon! How was it?" Grumman asked, his tone full of delight and enthusiasm, though with a hint of tease.
"... It was very nice." She replied quietly and glanced up at her husband, wondering why he stayed quiet, just to see the same teasing grin on his lips as he looked down at her, and she scowled, enticing another chuckle from him.
"The honeymoon was very nice, indeed, sir," Roy said. "Thank you for planning it with me, we had a fantastic time there."
Grumman hummed and grinned. "I'm glad. Now, as you can see, I'm getting older, and..."
Riza knitted her brows once again, slightly having an idea of where the conversation was going.
"I don't know how long I still have to be able to see my great-grandchildren."
Of course. Riza heaved a sigh, "Grandpa..."
"Hmm," The raven-haired husband hummed, and smirked boyishly down at her, teasing. "Well, Riza, what do you say?"
"Roy..." She narrowed her honey hazel eyes at him and scowled, and reached a hand up to pinch his baby-soft cheeks, enticing a yelp from him.
The old man watched the couple with widened eyes, mildly surprised at how open they have gotten in front of him, especially his granddaughter, and he chuckled, gaining the couple's attention back. He let out another chortle when his granddaughter blushed ever so slightly and cleared her throat.
"I don't know." She muttered. "But I don't plan to hide anything from you, grandpa."
"Of course, sweetheart." Grumman immediately said.
Roy smiled down at her and said. "Do you want me to leave you alone with your grandfather?" She blinked at him and frowned lightly, apologetically, and he patted her shoulder reassuringly before standing up and saying. "I don't mind. I'll wait for you downstairs."
"Sorry," She murmured, "Thank you, Roy."
He smiled down again at her, and snapped into a crisp salute to the former Führer, then left the room.
She averted her attention back to her grandfather when he inquired in a more gentle tone. "So, how's work, sweetie? What are you working on for your social project?"
"Literacy." She replied, smiling with a hint of bashfulness. "Compulsory education. Free education in government-subsidised schools."
"Interesting." He raised his brows. "Do you have any ideas on how many schools will be built in each area?"
"Yes, well, depending on the population density." Riza said, "Though I'm thinking whether I should take in consideration of other factors like the average annual pay for family in each city and town."
He nodded in agreement. "You can."
She heaved a tired sigh. "This project will take a lot of time."
"It will," Grumman agreed again with another nod and grinned. "But I look forward to it."
She smiled and started after a moment of hesitation. "Grandpa, about having children..."
"You're pregnant?" The old man immediately asked.
"No, grandpa." She deadpanned and sighed again. "Rebecca asked the same thing..."
"Not yet?" He raised a brow, enticing another sigh.
"No. Though," She said, "Roy asked me about it; He asked me if I wanted to have a child with him."
He nodded, telling her to continue.
"It's a wonderful thing, to have a child with the person you love, and deep down I really do want to. But," She bit her lip, staring at her thighs, her brows locked to a frown as her expression saddened. "Do I deserve to have one? Do we deserve to have one? Would I be a good parent? What about the consequences of the war?" She took a deep breath, "Roy is planning to change Amestris to a democratic country. There's a possibility that we would face trials."
"Riza..."
She glanced up at him. "I told him to give me some time, though I did tell him that I wanted a child with him."
Grumman didn't know what to say. He felt a tinge of regret for constantly asking for a great-grandchild from her. She was right, as much as they all wanted to deny it. But, he was also sure that she would be a great mother, and he thought that she sure damn did deserve happiness— a child. There was one thing he noticed— her expression would soften every so slightly at the mention of a child. My poor little girl... He couldn't help but think. Just how on Earth did she end up in the military, and worse, the Ishvalan civil war?
A light grimace was shown on his face. If only he had at least tried to look for his daughter, then he would have found his granddaughter before she joined the military. There would be a drastic difference in her life, but would she have been as happy as she was now?
"Is there something wrong, grandpa? You've been quiet." Riza asked, concern evident in her tone.
"Riza."
"Yes, grandpa?" She raised a brow.
"Do you ever regret joining the military?"
"No." She said firmly, then she smiled and let out a soft chuckle. "Funny how Roy asked me that too. Why do you ask?"
Grumman had a slightly baffled expression, and Riza's honey hazel eyes widened ever so slightly, seemingly read his mind.
"I don't regret joining the military. I'd be lying if I said I was fine during the war, but I'm happy how things turned out; with Roy being the Führer, and marrying him." She spoke in the same tranquil tone she used when she explained to Roy. "I'm perfectly happy right now."
"I'm glad." He smiled.
"Oh, back to having children," She let out a chortle, "Even after saying all this, there's still a possibility where you'd receive a pregnancy-announce call from me next month. Who knows?"
He blinked at her, and chuckled.
"Sorry for making you wait, Roy." Riza walked down the stairs slowly with her grandfather, with her hand holding his arms, and said as she walked towards the living room, where her husband was sitting on the sofa, inspecting the paperwork in his hand.
"No worries, darling." Roy adverted his attention from the paperwork to his wife as he smiled up at her, and stood up to kiss her forehead.
"How sweet."
The couple turned to the source of the sound, to see the former Führer grinning at them.
"S-sir."
Grumman let out a laugh, "There's no need to be nervous, boy." Then said, "I'll ask someone to drive and escort you two home."
"Thank you, sir."
One of the guards held up an umbrella for the older man as he walked the couple towards the vehicle, and waved. "Come by when you have time, you two. It's pretty boring for an old geezer to be living in such a huge mansion."
"Yes, grandpa." The two nodded, and the vehicle departed.
"Roy?"
Riza walked into the study room with a glass of water in her hand, where her husband was intensely focused with the paperwork in his hands as he viewed the report while chewing on the pen cap. He had been in the study room with the paperwork scattered across the desk since dinner, and it had already been three hours. She smiled inwardly whilst wondering what he was working on. Though he had stopped slacking during the working hour after he had become the Führer, it was rare for him to be working at home at night, especially when they were both at home.
She placed the glass of water on the desk, and placed her hands on his shoulders and softly spoke. "Still working?"
"Hmm..." He hummed back an absent-minded reply, and she placed a kiss on the crown of his head, though there was still no response.
She couldn't help but grimace slightly; Even the number-one slacker of the Eastern headquarters was still working, what was she doing? She felt guilt tug at her heart for having Rebecca to do so much work when she was meanwhile trying to get her currently occupied husband's attention. She heaved a soft sigh.
"Riza?" Her eyes widened slightly in mild surprise when she felt him place a hand over hers.
She bashfully smiled, "Am I bothering you?"
He stifled a yawn as he arched and stretched his back, cracking his neck. "What time is it?"
"Twenty-two hours."
"Oh. Didn't realise." He muttered.
"What have you been working on, for you to be so focused?" She asked, "If you don't mind me asking."
"Hmm? Uh... It's nothing." His voice grew quiet, and she blinked down at him, before leaning her head down to look at the content of the paperwork in his hand.
This man... She narrowed her eyes. "Miniskirt uniform change for all female personnel...?"
"Riza—"
"Roy..." She let out an exasperated and tired sigh as she immediately let go of his shoulder, slipping her hand out of his. Sighing again, she shook her head and turned to walk out of the room.
"Darling, where are you going?" Roy stood up from his seat as he quickly asked.
"I'm going to go take a shower." She replied and left the study room.
"Miniskirts... Really?" Riza uttered as she walked up the stairs to the third floor, where their room was. She headed towards her wardrobe, pulling out the drawer where her undergarments and sleepwear was, and she immediately scowled. She picked up a babydoll lingerie, raising her brow at it. Does she actually expect me to wear this in a daily basis?
"Nice sleepwear you've got there."
She nearly jumped when she suddenly heard her husband say, behind her. She turned around to see him smirking boyishly at her as if he had just discovered a dirty secret of hers.
"Why didn't you wear it last night?" He grinned. She narrowed her eyes at him, and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. "Are you mad at me?"
"Mad?" She scoffed and dropped the lingerie back inside the drawer before placing her hands on his toned chest to push him away, "No."
Her effort was futile as he only tightened his grip around her. "No?"
Realising it was useless to try to get out of his arms, she gave up and instead fully turned to him so her breasts were pressed against his chest, and he gulped as she leant up and murmured, her lips mere millimetres away from his. "Say, Roy. Do you actually need a miniskirt-harem?"
Is she...? He chuckled as a thought flashed across his mind, and he chortled against her lips. "What a cute wife I have."
"Wha—"
He cut her off as he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue running across her lower lip, and she bashfully complied his request as she made a noise from the back of her throat and opened her mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue in and deepen the kiss.
"Trying to shut me up with a kiss?" She said when they pulled away.
"It worked, didn't it?" He grinned.
She huffed, and lightly smacked his chest, eliciting a laugh from him.
"Are you jealous?"
Her scowl deepened, "Jealous? Don't be ridiculous, Roy."
He leant down to touch her forehead with his and muttered. "That was actually Havoc's idea, the miniskirt thing. He wrote the report."
She raised a brow at him.
"Come on, Riza. Have a little more faith in your husband." His grin widened, "The only pair of legs I'll be looking at are yours."
She huffed again, but this time in a more jokingly manner, and she rested her head on him. "You're an idiot."
"I'm your idiot." He said proudly. "Riza?"
"Yes?" She looked up at him.
He picked up the lingerie she just had in her hands from the drawer. "Can you wear this?"
"... I'll think about it."
Omake:
Her eyes twitched at the reflection on the mirror of herself, clad in a black, lacy baby-doll lingerie, and light blush painted her cheeks when she imagined her husband's reaction. She bit her lower lip; It was comfortable, for sure (and surprisingly), but it was... see-through. Her nipples (especially the outline of them) could be seen through the thin material, and her panties did nothing to cover her arse. Well, that's the whole point, she mentally uttered.
After a while of hesitation on whether she should just walk out like this or put on a robe, she sighed and reached for the door, slowly turning the knob.
She opened the door just to see her husband shirtless, his raven hair slightly damped as he sat on the bed, leaning his back against the pillow and cushioned headboard while reading the report in his hand. He's even taken a shower, she uttered to herself. He averted his attention from the pieces of paper in his hand to her when he heard the sound of the bathroom door open, and immediately grinned when he took in the sight of his wife in the black lingerie, whilst her cheeks were tinted pink. "Darling, you look beautiful." Roy said in a teasing tone and patted the space right next to him on the bed. "Come here."
She mentally cussed. She felt herself getting aroused from just his pinned, heated stare and his husky voice, and not to forget that ridiculously sexy smirk hanging on his lips. She withheld a shudder that ran up her spine as she managed to glare at him, bashfully, only to have him let out a chuckle, and she walked towards the bed.
Riza could tell he was as aroused as she was, and she imagined what his reaction would be if she just went under the covers and straight to sleep, ignoring him. That'd be something worth trying, her lips curled up to a small smirk. She reached her arms up and arched her back, stretching, stifling a giggle when she saw him widen his dark eyes at her assets. Like what you see? She was tempted to ask but instead said. "I'm pretty tired now, Roy."
"Mm-hmm." He managed to respond while watching her crawl on to the bed, on all fours; her hands and knees. He gulped when she reached her hands out, one cupping his cheek and the other resting on his chest, and her soft yet well-built body pressed against him.
She kissed him lightly on his lips and pulled away before he could kiss her back, and she couldn't help but grin. "Good night, Roy. I'll be sleeping now."
He watched her turn off the bedside lamp on her side, and laid down with her back towards him, resting her head on her pillow and covering the blankets over her body, then blinked at the curled-up, seemingly small form of his wife, before realising that she had just teased him and left him to himself.
He suppressed a growl, and leant down to press his lips against her nape and rested his warm palm on her belly. "It's a bit mean of you to ignore me, darling."
She wanted to protest, but a mewl came out instead when he rubbed circles on her stomach with his cold fingers, and he smirked against her nape.
"Plus, I haven't seen you in a lingerie before." He slowly pried the sheets off her as he spoke.
"You have... on our wedding day." She groaned softly as he moved his hand out of the flimsy material and cupped her breast.
"That doesn't really count, but you also looked very alluring on that day." He nipped her ear and proposed. "Would you like to reenact it?"
Before she could answer, he grabbed her arm (not forceful enough to hurt her) and settled her on his lap, nearly making her yelp.
"... Didn't I tell you I was tired?" she retorted bashfully.
"Tired?" He cocked a brow up, the smirk still on his lips. He cupped her flushed cheek in a hand, his onyx eyes staring into her desire-filled honey hazel eyes, and slowly moved his hand down, his fingertips touching her slightly parted ruby red lips, then glided down to her pink, hardened nipple, in which she muffled a whimper as she bit her lower lip. She placed her hands on his shoulders, gripping them when his fingers brushed across her through her thin-layered, lacy panties. "You're wet..." He murmured, and the smirk widened. "Your body says otherwise though, my dear."
She was once again cut off by a mewl of her own when he slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked her wet entrance, while his thumb pressed on her clit.
"Hmm?" He hummed teasingly, drawing a startled gasp as he plunged a finger in her.
She narrowed her eyes to a glare, the blush on her cheeks darkening, and she suddenly moved forward to claim his soft lips with her own. He immediately opened his mouth, stroking her tongue with his, entangling them for a heated kiss. She responded to the deepened kiss as she rolled her hips forward, grinding against him, eliciting a groan against her lips.
He abruptly broke the kiss, and before she could register what was happening, he was on top of her, and he growled into her ear. "On your hands and knees, Riza."
She shuddered and complied to his request. He watched his wife get up to all fours and her back was arched, showing her perky arse. He mentally cussed as he felt his pants tighten even more, damn it, lounge pants weren't supposed to be tight.
"Roy..." She was getting impatient, he could tell, and he knew that she would never beg. That would be something interesting to see, he thought.
"Do you want me, Riza?" He teased.
He watched her bite her lip, again, and she turned her head to smirk at him, "... The last time you asked me this, your stomach interrupted us."
He growled and spanked her (not too hard), eliciting another gasp. He then averted his attention to her back as he gently moved her golden hair to both sides of her shoulders, and kissed the burnt marks through the thin material.
Mewls escaped her lips, and he groaned again when she pressed her arse against his crotch. He placed his hands on her hips and hooked his fingers around the hem of her panties, and dragged them down. She whimpered in anticipation as she heard him roughly tug his pants and underwear and felt him tighten his grip on her hips, and let out a moan when he finally entered her.
Riza grasped and clenched the sheets in her hands as Roy started to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, and she moaned his name with every push. She let out a cry when he reached forward to fondle her breast with a hand, the tip of his fingers rolling and pinching her nipple.
She felt her arms weaken, and she collapsed to her elbows, resting her head on her pillow. She lifted her hips higher for better access, and she turned her head to glance at her husband to see his face contained in pleasure; his eyes were shut, brows furrowed, and lips parted as he let out grunts with each thrust.
She could feel her husband coming closer with his more urgent thrusts— she was feeling it too, and he squeezed her breast. "Riza—"
She responded with a whimper of her own, and let out a gasp when he slid the hand on her breast down and rubbed her clit. Waves of pleasure crashed her, and she came with a loud moan of his name as the orgasm wracked through her body.
He came, too, after a few more sloppy thrusts, and he moaned into the crook of her neck as he shot his load into her. He pulled out after a while, whilst they both panted heavily. She laid down, and he leant down to kiss her temple before taking a handkerchief from the closet to clean them both.
He pulled his pants and underwear back up whilst she lifted her hips and pulled her panties back up to her waist, and he laid down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her nape, then teased. "Are you tired now?"
She turned over to face him, nestling her head on his chest and yawned. "I sure am."
Roy smiled down at his wife and pulled the covers over her shoulders before holding her tighter in his arms. He loved cuddling with his wife. She looked up at him and leant in to meet his lips with her own. He deepened the kiss, moving his lips against hers. "I love you." He murmured when they pulled away.
She blinked, then smiled back. "I love you too."
He reached towards the lamp on his side and turned it off, then turned back to nuzzle his nose with hers and hold her tightly.
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"So do you approve of the mini-skirt thing?"
A/N: I told myself to upload every week, but still end up skipping one.
I hope the omake wasn't too cheesy and cringe-y, but I just... can't... stop... my hand... from writing... smut...
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Reviews are much appreciated :)