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It was finally date night. The kids were with Kenzi and Hale, and Bo and I had taken the weekend off. We were finally getting some mommy and momma time since the twins arrived a year ago. Don't get me wrong I love my new family but I missed my wife like you wouldn't believe. I missed her body, her kisses, I missed everything we were before we became parents.

A year. That's how long it's been since we've actually had alone time that didn't involve us moving quickly or getting interrupted by a crying baby. Although I wouldn't trade it for anything I still missed it when we could take our time and enjoy each other's bodies.

Tonight Bo said that we were going to some new restaurant downtown. It apparently had an open mic and a nice bar. It sounded lovely but what I was really looking forward to is spending the weekend with my wife after.

Thank god for Kenzi and Hale.

As I put the finishing touches on my make up I get a text from Bo saying for me to meet her at the place because she didn't have the car. She still insisted on driving around in that god awful camaro but knew that the children were forbidden to step foot into that death trap. Bo loved that car and I never understood why so I didn't fight her on keeping it.

Tonight I had decided on wearing my pearl pink, one-sleeved cocktail dress. It was shorter and tighter than I liked them but Bo loved when I wore things like this and if I was going to have some alone time with her there was no reason not to go out with a bang. There was no telling when I would get this opportunity again.

I arrived at the restaurant about fifteen minutes late thanks to the traffic and when I walked into the place I was greeted with a warm atmosphere. Almost homey feeling, which was kinda weird but welcomed.

I knew Bo would already probably be sitting at the bar waiting for me and when I scan my eyes over the seats I was not disappointed. There she was in all of her glory in a red cocktail dress with thin straps holding it up. The dress hugged her hour glass shape so perfectly it should be illegal. Which is also why I wasn't that upset that there was a man trying to hit on her even though she was politely declining his offers.

Standing from a distance, I observe the man. He was a scruffy looking thing. Tall, buff, blonde hair. The typical pretty boy type you could say. He had this air of arrogance that was really pissing me off plus he was standing a little to close to what was mine and that needed to stop.

Smoothing down my dress I strut over behind me wife and wrap my arms around her waist and whispering, "Hello gorgeous." into her ear.

She immediately turns around with a blinding smile plastered on her face, "You're late." she says.

"There was traffic." I answer back and peck her lips lightly. "I'm sorry." I whisper and kiss her more firmly, just enough to make both of our head spin before pulling back with a smile.

The man clears is throat, popping our bubble.

"Oh, babe this is..." she waves her hand and snaps towards the man, trying to thinking of his name.

"Dyson." he says and holds out his hand with an obvious fake smile. "And you are?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at the both of them. Bo because she really was too polite to tell him to fuck off and Dyson because he really thought he had a chance. "I'm Lauren." I shake his hand and smile widely as he squeezes my hand firmly.

"Well Lauren, it's nice to meet you. I was just chatting it up with your friend here." he says and motions towards Bo. "I was trying to get her to let me but her a drink."

I hear Bo scoff but she still manages her friendly mask, "Well I have my own money and someone to buy drinks for me if I didn't so I don't need yours, but thank you." she finishes with a sweet smile.

He leans forward and flashes what is no doubt his panty dropper smile, too bad it wasn't going to work for a second. "Oh come on, just one little drink." he coos. "I'm sure you'll love it." he says and places his hand on her bare thigh.

Hell no.

You can look but you are not allowed to touch what is mine.

"You know," I begin, and he quickly snatches his hand away from my wife's leg. "You remind me of the guy from Coldplay."

He smiles proudly and puffs out his chest, "Really? You think so? That's not the fir-..."

"I hate cold play." I say with a straight face and even tone making his face fall completely. "I also hate people putting their hands on my wife. You're allowed to look but she's mine and mine alone too touch."

His eyes widen as he chokes on his words. "Wha-wife? You two are..?" his eyes flicker between us, "But I thought...what?"

Bo bursts into laughter and stands before taking my hand, "Dyson it has been a pleasure but this is our first weekend away from our kids in a year so if you don't mind..." she lets her sentence trail off and leads me an empty booth. She was still laughing when we got to the table and I couldn't help but join in. "Did you see the look on his face when you said you hate Coldplay? I don't think I've ever seen someone so disappointed in my life!"

I watch my wife as she throws her head back and laughs and I can't help but swoon. Bo was so beautiful when she was unguarded and carefree. It was a beautiful thing too watch and I didn't notice that I was staring with a dreamy smile until Bo snaps her finger in front of my face.

"Why the look?" she asks with a wide, knowing smile.

I shrug and smile just as big, "You're just so beautiful...how could I not stare?"

Bo takes my hand in hers and sits it on the table top with a light squeeze, "I could say the same lovely."

We sit there, holding hands and staring adoringly into each other's eyes until the waitress clears her throat.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, can I get y'all anything?" she asks with a polite smile. Her name tag said Sandy, which actually fit her because of her country accent and tall blonde hair. She reminded me of Jennifer Lawrence from that one movie.

"Um, yes we'll have a bottle of Chardonnay." Bo says gracefully before holding up two fingers and saying, "Two glasses please." It reminded me of something straight out of a movie the way she moved and spoke so smoothly, all the while never taking her eyes off of me.

"Okay, here are your menus and I'll be right back with your drinks." she says and walks away, leaving Bo and I staring each other down like before.

I have been waiting to get this time with her since Kenzi told us we needed to take a "us" break. Looking into her eyes now just reminded me of all the reasons I loved her and I'm hoping mine were doing the same for her.

"What are you hungry for?" Bo asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I can't help the smirk that plays across my face as I let my eyes rake up and down her body before leaning on my forearms. The dress I had on was already low cut and tight so this just gave more of a tease than it was. "Do you really want to know?" I ask with a quirked eyebrow.

She chuckles and stares into my eyes with unhidden desires, "If you are feeling what I'm feeling then you know that what I want isn't on the menu."

"Is that so?"

The waitress comes over with our wine and glasses, opening the wine before pouring our glasses and sitting the bottle in the bucket of ice. "Here we are ladies. I hope you enjoy your meal." then she's gone again.

Bo picks up her glass, swirling the liquid around before taking a sip and closing her eyes. "Mmm, that is so good." she practically moans as she opens her eyes slowly.

I was so focused on Bo and her lips as she sipped that I forgot about my own glass.

"Babe, are you gonna drink some?" she asks with a knowing smirk.

"Oh...um yeah." I stammer and pick up the glass, taking a much needed gulp.

"Y'all ready to order?" The waittress asks as she walks up to our booth with a wide smile.

Bo clears her throat and picks up her menu after sitting her glass down, "I think I'll have the chicken salad. What about you dear?" she asks and looks up at me with a smirk.

"Um...I'll have the same please." I say as the waitress continues to right down our order.

"Alright anything else?"

I go to say something but Bo beats me to it, still only looking into my eyes, "No tomatoes on hers, she's allergic...oh and can you get her a little side dish of extra dressing she loves that."

I couldn't help the wide smile that spreads across my face. It was one thing for someone to love you but it was anything thing for someone who knew you. I've always said that of rather somebody love me and know me than just love me because if some knows you, really knows you, then they know what you like and what you're afraid of. What kind of toothpaste you use. And I think that is truly wonderful.

"Okay. I'll take your menus and it'll be right out." she says and grabs the menus from the table. "Y'all have a good meal now."

After about ten minutes of Bo and I talking about how our day went the waitress finally brings out food. She holds up the little bowl of dressing after she sits the plates in front of us questioningly.

"Just glop it on." I say and pick up my knife and fork. "Thank you." I say after she's done.

"If y'all need anything else just give a shout." and with that she's gone once again.

I mix up the salad a bit when I notice Bo just staring at me. "You're not eating."

She shakes her head, "I'm watching you ritual."

I scoff with a smile, "My what?"

"Yeah, I think I've just about got your sequence down."

"My sequence?"

I glance up at her and see her face furrowed in concentration, "Yeah, first you turn your plate clockwise, cut on the diagonal four times" she describes my actions as I do them which makes me smile widely, "...now comes my favorite part...the loading of the fork." I laugh, "It's interesting how you put a little of everything on the fork and create that one, harmonic,balanced, perfect bite."

I put the food into my mouth and hum while closing my eyes, "Mmm." When I open my eyes I see Bo staring at me with those big adoring brown eyes and I swallow my chewed food thickly and force myself not to fidget under her gaze.

"You um, you have a little..." she points to the one sleeve on my dress and I place my hand over it but she half stands in the booth to stop me, "No no, don't, you'll smear it." Bo takes a corner of her napkin and rubs it on her tongue before rubbing it on my dress. Motherly move for sure. "There. You'll just have to wash it soon so it doesn't stain. I rather like that dress." she says with a smile and sits back in her place with a small smile.

"And I like you."

Bo pouts in that adorable way that makes me melt, "Only like?"

I shrug, "I was gonna say I have a warm affection for you but I changed my mind."

"Oh you are so gonna get it when we get out of here." she says with a smile and starts to dig into her salad finally."

"Well you have all weekend to punish me so I hope you're up for the challenge." I say with a wink, proud that my statement made Bo flatter in her movements and look up at me with smoldering eyes.

"Oh I'm up for it."

I smile, "Good."

Our evening continues with light chit chat and as we finish off the last of our wine I can't help but sigh contently. The fire between us was still burning bright and I couldn't wait to show my wife just how much I loved her over and over again.