I've been awake since 6:30. Pretty average for me on a Sunday. I'm very content to lay here and watch Donna sleep. I probably have an hour until she wakes up. During the first trimester I could pretty much plan on her sleeping until 9 or even 10 on Sundays, but in the last 10 days or so, she's suddenly got a lot more energy. Her libido is also on overdrive. Not that I'm complaining.
I slip out of bed. After I take care of my bathroom needs and brush my teeth, I head to the kitchen. Donna's Mom gave me her recipe for Wisconsin Breakfast Cheese Pie. I'm going to surprise Donna with breakfast in bed. If I time this right, I can satisfy her in other ways while we are waiting for it to cook.
Once I get the Cheese Pie into the oven and set a timer, I head into the guest bedroom and take the bag of wrapped gifts out of the closet. Margaret is an angel. She helped me with the shopping, wrapped them, and came over here and hid them. I thanked her by giving her a gift certificate for a Spa Day and giving her a day off to use it. I also made sure there were flowers on her desk for Administrative Assistant's week.
Leaving the gifts on the coffee table, I head back into the bedroom. Donna's in the bathroom, so I slide back into bed to wait for her. I hear her brushing her teeth. She's a creature of habit too. She likes to spend Sunday in bed, but she also likes fresh breath. When she's back, she gives me a quick kiss, then snuggles up against me. She lays her head on my chest and sighs softly. I wrap one arm around her and trace her face gently with my other hand. She'll probably end up going back to sleep. This is one of my favorite parts of Sunday mornings. Less than a year ago I had no idea what I was missing. I'm so incredibly, completely in love and happy, I want to show her in every way imaginable.
As I lay here savoring the moment, I can't help but think about what the future holds. Soon we'll be a family of three and a small person will be demanding our time and interrupting our lazy Sundays. But I'm actually looking forward to it. Seeing Donna with all those kids last week really drove home how great she's going to be at this. And I had no idea that I wanted kids until having them with Donna became a possibility. Thinking about someone who is a combination of the two of us makes my heart practically explode.
Donna stirs in my arms.
"Happy Mother's Day." I whisper, in case she's not really awake. She lifts her head and smiles at me. God. It's like the sun coming out. She rolls on to her back and stretches. Her shirt rides up a little so I lean down and kiss the bump. "Go back to sleep little Bean, I'm about to make Mommy very happy."
After I've made Donna happy several times, the timer for the Cheese Pie rings. Perfect timing.
"What was that?" Donna asks as she starts to get up.
"Just a little surprise." I drop my voice an octave. "Stay right here." I pin her with a look. Then grin at her. "Preferably naked."
She grins back at me and setttles against the pillows. She's pretty onboard with Lazy, Naked Sundays.
She "tsks" as I throw on some sweats and a tshirt to leave the room. It really is a double standard. I encourage her to walk around the house naked as a jay bird on Sundays, but I frequently find an excuse to put something on. Today's excuse is the floral delivery that should be here any time now.
Sure enough the door buzzes right as I pull the Cheese Pie out of the oven. I leave it on the counter and head towards the door, stopping to grab my wallet so I can tip the kid. He's used to getting frisked by now, but I still make it worth his while.
I hope Donna likes these flowers. I had a hard time choosing, but I finally settled on a bouquet called "Sweet Spring Lilies" all white, pink and yellow. Something that reflects how I see her right now, gentle and glowing. I set the vase on the table and go back to preparing breakfast. While I'm putting a large slice of the pie, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice on the tray, I'm still thinking about the flowers. While I was debating, the florist said you can never go wrong with red roses, and I almost just got a full bouquet of them. But ultimately, I decide that one red rose would do. I put it in a bud vase and put it on the tray with a napkin and fork. I'll leave the bouquet in here for now. I wonder if she'll know that the lilies symbolize how completely and utterly devoted I am to her.
Donna sets her book down and smiles brightly at me when I enter the room with the tray.
"Breakfast in bed!" I announce.
"Thank goodness! I'm starving." Then she says cheekily, "I was about to come find you."
I raise an eyebrow at her. "I told you to stay here."
As soon as she hears my stern tone, she grins at me. She just loves this game we play and I'm happy to oblige. She bats her eyes innocently. "I was good. I stayed right where you told me to."
"Good thing. Because good girls get rewarded." I pause for effect, and lower my voice again, "And you know what happens to bad girls."
She gives me her best sultry look. "I'm very good."
I groan. And her lips quirk up. She wins. She always wins this game. I wouldn't have it any other way.
When I get close enough for her to see what's on the tray she gets very excited.
"No way! Is that what I think it is?" I've managed to surprise her. I feel myself puff up a little. Her reaction is making me really glad I made the effort.
"It depends, what do you think it is?"
"Wisconsin Breakfast Cheese Pie?"
"Yes."
"My mother's recipe?"
"Yep."
"You made this yourself?"
"I did."
"You are the GREATEST!" She beams at me. Yep. Definitely worth the effort.
I watch her carefully as she takes the first bite. I really hope this tastes okay. She closes her eyes and chews slowly.
"Mmmmm. This is really good, babe. You'd better be careful or you are going to end up on dinner duty a lot more often." It's odd, but I don't mind the thought of that at all.
She takes a couple more bites then looks at me curiously.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I will. I just want to make sure you aren't going to keel over first."
"Josh. Seriously. Go get a plate and come join me."
We watch a little of the morning talk shows while we eat. Then Donna ends up showing me exactly how much she appreciated breakfast in bed. After that, I run a bath for us and we soak for awhile. Of course, that leads to a lot more touching and more mutual satisfaction. Mother's Day is turning out to be almost as good of a holiday as Valentine's Day was.
"My fingers are all wrinkley. Maybe we'd better get out." Donna finally says, a little sadly.
I get out first and grab one of the new, oversized, fluffy towels that Donna bought shortly after she moved in. She hasn't really changed much around here, but it didn't take her long to get rid of the old towels that I'd had since my college days. Then Donna gets out and I grab another towel, wrap her up, and slowly pat her dry.
"Practicing for when the kid gets here?" She asks me.
"Nope. Not thinking about the kid at all right now." I quip back. What I'm thinking about is whether to have her open presents in the living room or to bring them to the bedroom. Part of me really would like to see if I can keep her naked all day long. After all, this is probably going to be the last "naked Sunday" Mother's Day. That makes my mind up.
"Alright, back into bed with you, young lady." I take the stern tone.
"Really, Josh?" She whines a little and I stop. That didn't sound like banter.
"Um, sorry. Did I get carried away?" I ask her seriously. The banter is only fun if it's fun for both of us. If she's done with it, so am I. This is supposed to be her day.
"I'm not going to be able to walk if we keep this up." Her tone is playful but I sense an element of truth to it. And I really wasn't thinking more sex. At least not right now.
"Oh, baby. I didn't mean for that. I was just going to bring you your presents. If you'd rather get dressed and move to the living room. That's fine."
"Presents?" She smiles happily, drops the towel, scampers back into our room, and jumps up on the bed, then sits cross-legged.
oh my god. She's going to kill me. Then she looks up at me with an evil smirk. She knows exactly what she's doing. She wins again.
As I go out to get them, I realize that she's kind of gotten over her aversion to me giving her gifts. I wonder if it's because now she can afford to buy me presents as well? Not that I need anything. I have her and she's giving me a child. What more could I possibly want?
I bring the pile of presents into the bedroom and her eyes go wide.
"Josh! What did you do? This is way too much." She chastises me.
I set the presents on the end of the bed.
"I could never, ever, give you enough gifts to show you how much you mean to me. This is but a very small token of my endless love for you."
"Josh." She says again softly, but her eyes are shining. Sometimes I do okay with the words.
I climb up next to her and hand her the first package. She opens the box, revealing indigo, lavender and nude bra and panty sets. They are all very soft satin and they have something called Flexiwire that promises not to cut into her skin.
She looks up confused. "You bought these for me? How did you know what size to get? Where did you get them?"
"Margaret told me about a website. Hotmilknursinglingerie dot com. They have a size chart. I measured you while you were sleeping. And then I used the Bra Size Comparison chart. So I used those two charts to guess and then compared it to the sizes of the bras you seem to like right now. I hope they fit."
"Oh!" She says giggling. "That makes so much more sense. I was picturing you and Phil at Motherhood Maternity in the mall." She starts laughing for real. "I gotta tell you. I'd pay good money to see that!"
"Never going to happen, baby. I love you, but Al Gore invented the internet for a reason."
She's smoothing her hand over the satin. "These are really soft. This was very thoughtful. Thank you."
"Well, they have free returns, so if you don't like them or they don't fit we can send them back and get something else."
"I love them. They're gorgeous. Should I try them on?"
"Sure! As much as I love naked Sunday. Lingerie Sunday is pretty high on the list too."
Donna grins at me then gets up and comes to my side of the bed. She stops just out of reach. Then she turns around and bends over, giving me a very nice view of her ass while she slides the panties on. For someone who implied she doesn't want to have sex again today, she sure is teasing me. While her back is still to me, she slides the bra on. She looks back over her shoulder.
"Can you hook me up?"
"You'll have to come closer."
She smiles and backs up to the bed. I slide my hand over the indigo blue satin covering her behind. I love this color on her. Then I reach up and fasten the bra.
"I like taking these off a lot better." I mutter.
She giggles again and turns around.
"What do you think?"
"Breath-taking. Always." I tell her. "But are they comfortable? That's the most important thing."
She fiddles with the straps a little.
"C'mere." I tell her patting a spot next to me on the bed. Once she sits down, I reach over and adjust the straps so they don't seem so tight. They still have room to expand a little more. The back of the bra is on the middle row of hooks. I run my finger under the wide band. It doesn't seem too tight. It looks like a good fit to me. But I'm hardly an expert.
I look back at Donna and she's looking at me with surprise again. Someday she's going to stop being surprised that, in spite of all the banter, my deepest desire is for her to be safe, healthy and happy.
I grin at her. "Looks like a good fit to me." I wiggle my eyebrows. "Do you want to leave them on or get naked again?"
"Josh!" She gives my arm a very light smack, but then leans over and kisses me. "These feel fantastic. I'll leave them on for a bit." I scoot over and she stretches back out next to me on the bed.
"Okay then. Next present." I hand her another package.
This one has one of the dresses that she tried on before. Her eyes light up when she sees it. Oh good. I was hoping that she liked it but just didn't want to buy too much at once.
"Thanks. My clothes are getting a little tight these days. I was dreading going shopping again."
"Well then, I think you're going to like the rest of these gifts."
She can't stop smiling as she opens another pair of the comfortable black pants, a black skirt with a very stretchy waist and a couple blouses.
"You are amazing. Really. Thank you."
"Donna, you're growing my baby. You are doing all the hard work. The very least I can do is make sure you are fed and clothed."
She gives me another kiss and then looks into my eyes.
"No. The least you could do is nothing. There are plenty of guys that would do nothing. I am so very glad to be married to you."
She gives me another long kiss.
"Now, why don't you take this bra and panties off me so we can get back to naked Sunday and I can show you exactly how thankful I am."
Part of me leaps at the suggestion, but my brain is actually still in charge, and something about what she just said doesn't sit quite right.
"You don't have to thank me for gifts with sex. You don't have to even thank me with words. Seeing you smile is all the thanks I ever need, and really I should thank you for sharing that with me. God, Donna, I just love you so much. I just want to show you."
Donna kisses me again. "Silly man, I know I don't have to thank you with sex. I want you so bad I ache for you. I want to show you how much I love you too."
Well, then, I guess the flowers can wait until later.