Carina and Maya returned to Seattle, ready to settle back into their everyday lives after the whirlwind of their wedding and honeymoon. The transition from the excitement of their travels to the familiarity of home brought a mix of comfort and new challenges as they resumed their routines.
Maya dove back into her demanding work schedule, splitting her time between her role at the corporate law firm and the responsibilities tied to her family's business empire. Her days were filled with meetings, conference calls, and strategic planning sessions, leaving her little time to adjust. Yet, every evening, she made a point to come home and unwind with Carina, knowing that this time together was crucial for maintaining their connection.
Carina, meanwhile, picked up where she left off at the marketing firm she worked for, a family-owned business that was thriving thanks in part to her efforts. She managed campaigns, coordinated with clients, and worked on expanding the company's reach. Despite her busy days, Carina found solace in her evening routines with Maya, where they would cook dinner together or relax on the couch with a glass of wine.
The transition back to normal life wasn't without its bumps. There were moments when the stress of their jobs and the residual tension from their honeymoon discussions about the future crept into their relationship. Maya found herself wrestling with the expectations of her father and the legacy of the family business, while Carina sometimes struggled with the reality that their idyllic honeymoon was over and they were back in the real world.
— — —
Maya's first day back at the office started early, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as she made her way into the high-rise building where her corporate law firm was located. The sleek, glass façade reflected the morning light, and as she walked through the revolving doors, she felt a mixture of anticipation and determination.
The lobby was already buzzing with activity—employees hurrying to their desks, clients arriving for early meetings—but as Maya stepped into the elevator, she found a moment of calm. She took a deep breath, adjusting the strap of her leather briefcase and straightening her tailored suit jacket. Today was the beginning of getting back to her routine, but also an opportunity to bring the fresh energy and perspective from her honeymoon into her work.
She was immediately greeted by Sarah, her assistant. Sarah's eager smile was the first thing Maya saw as she walked through the door, and the quickness of the greeting made Maya uneasy.
"Good morning, Maya! How was the honeymoon?" Sarah asked, her tone overly familiar as she leaned against Maya's desk. As Maya walked into her office, the familiar scent of polished wood and the sight of the Seattle skyline greeted her. The large windows offered a panoramic view of the city, and for a moment, Maya allowed herself to soak it in. On her desk, she noticed a small bouquet of flowers with a note from Carina, wishing her luck on her first day back.
A smile tugged at her lips as she opened the note, the words in Carina's elegant handwriting reminding her that even though she was back in the thick of work, she wasn't alone. Maya forced a polite smile, still trying to find the balance between professionalism and the discomfort Sarah often caused her. "It was wonderful, thank you," she replied, setting her briefcase down and taking off her coat, trying to keep her tone neutral.
But Sarah didn't pick up on the hint to back off. "Did you go somewhere exotic? I've been dying to hear all about it," she pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she could pry out details with sheer persistence. She moved closer, her voice lowering. "I heard rumors that your father was very involved in the planning. How did that go?"
Maya's discomfort grew. The questions were too personal, crossing a line that Sarah didn't seem to recognize. She couldn't help but feel like Sarah was fishing for something—information, leverage, or just a way to insert herself into Maya's life.
"It was fine, Sarah," Maya said firmly, hoping to close the conversation. She moved around her desk, sitting down in her chair and turning on her computer, signaling she was ready to start her day.
But Sarah wasn't deterred. "Did you and Carina do anything exciting? Or maybe... something romantic?" She leaned in, her tone suggestive, as if they were two old friends gossiping.
Maya felt her patience wearing thin. The shift from her honeymoon back to work was already challenging enough without this intrusion into her personal life. "Sarah," she said, her voice sharp and clear, "I'm not comfortable discussing my personal life. If you don't mind, I need to prepare for my meetings today."
There was a brief silence as Sarah seemed to weigh her options, her smile faltering. But instead of retreating, she tried a different tactic. "Of course, Maya, I didn't mean to pry. I just... Well, I want to make sure everything is perfect for you now that you're back. If there's anything I can do—anything at all—you just let me know."
Maya nodded curtly, already focusing on her computer screen, trying to signal the end of the conversation. But Sarah lingered, hovering by the desk, her presence a lingering annoyance.
Finally, Maya looked up, her expression firm. "That will be all, Sarah. Please, just handle the schedule and ensure the documents for my first meeting are ready. I'll need some time to myself to prepare."
With a slight pout, Sarah backed away, but Maya could feel her eyes lingering as she finally exited the office. Once the door closed behind her, Maya let out a quiet breath, leaning back in her chair. She knew she needed to figure out how to handle Sarah's behavior before it became more of an issue. But for now, she just needed to get through the day.
As she refocused on her work, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that this was a problem she couldn't ignore much longer. The line between professional and personal had been crossed too many times, and it was time to take control.
The morning flew by in a blur of meetings and catching up on emails. Her team was efficient as always, updating her on the progress of various cases and deals. There was a steady stream of updates on the business deal she had closed in Norway, and Maya felt a sense of pride knowing she had managed to navigate that while balancing the demands of her new marriage.
Around lunchtime, Jack, one of her closest colleagues and friends, knocked on her door. "You ready to dive back into the deep end, or should I give you a life raft?" he joked, leaning against the doorframe.
Maya chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "No life raft needed, but a coffee would be great."
Jack walked over, handing her a cup. "You know, everyone's been talking about the big deal you landed in Norway. I'm not surprised, but still, it's good to have you back. Things weren't the same without you."
She took a sip of the coffee, appreciating the warmth and the familiarity. "It's good to be back. But I'm definitely still adjusting from honeymoon mode."
"Well, you came back at the perfect time. We've got some interesting cases lined up, and Sarah… well, let's just say she's been trying to make herself indispensable in your absence," Jack added, his tone growing more serious.
Maya's expression tightened at the mention of Sarah. "What's she been up to?"
Jack filled her in on some of the more questionable decisions Sarah had made while Maya was gone. It seemed that Sarah had been pushing boundaries, trying to assert more control than her position warranted. Maya listened carefully, already planning how she would address the situation.
Maya gave a small smile, but it quickly faded. "It's good to be back, but I've got a problem, Jack. It's Sarah."
Jack's expression turned serious. "Yeah, I've noticed she's been... persistent. What's going on?"
Maya sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Carina gave me an ultimatum. She wants Sarah gone. She's concerned about how Sarah's been crossing lines—getting too personal, pushing boundaries. And honestly, I'm starting to see her point. Sarah's behavior isn't just unprofessional; it's making things uncomfortable for me."
Jack nodded, leaning back in his chair. "That's understandable. Sarah's been crossing lines for a while now. If Carina's noticing it too, that's a clear sign something needs to be done. But firing her outright—especially given how long she's been with you—might cause more problems than it solves. There could be backlash, both internally and externally."
"I've thought about that," Maya replied. "I don't want to just fire her without cause. It could lead to all sorts of issues, not to mention it would give her a reason to try and retaliate. But I can't let this continue. Carina's trust is on the line, and so is my peace of mind."
Jack was quiet for a moment, thinking it over. "What if we transfer her? There's that new office in San Francisco—one of the partners there is still in need of a seasoned assistant. We could position it as a promotion of sorts, a fresh start in a new location."
Maya's eyes lit up as the idea clicked. "That could work. It gives her an opportunity to continue her career, but it gets her out of my office and out of Seattle. I could present it as a strategic move for her career—more responsibility, working with a new partner in a growing market."
Jack nodded. "And it solves your problem without making it look like a demotion or a punishment. It's a win-win."
Maya felt a sense of relief wash over her. "I think that's the best course of action. I'll talk to HR and make the arrangements. We can announce it as a career advancement, with all the bells and whistles. I'll have to break the news to her gently, but this is the cleanest solution."
"Agreed," Jack said, standing up. "I'll make sure everything's set on the back end. You'll need to be careful with how you approach her—Sarah might not take the news well, especially if she suspects she's being moved because of her behavior. But it's the right move for everyone involved."
Maya nodded, feeling more confident now. "Thanks, Jack. I appreciate your help with this. And you're right—I'll have to be delicate about it, but this is what needs to be done."
By the time the afternoon rolled around, Maya had a clear plan in mind. She spent the next few hours in back-to-back meetings, reasserting her leadership and setting the tone for her return. The team responded well, and by the end of the day, Maya felt like she was fully back in her element.
— — —
Carina settles into her home office, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. The space is a perfect blend of comfort and professionalism, with sleek, modern furniture softened by personal touches—a framed photo of her and Maya on their wedding day, a few potted plants, and a stack of her favorite Italian cookbooks on the shelf. The atmosphere is quiet and conducive to focus as Carina dives into her work, taking calls and responding to emails with the same efficiency and attention to detail she brings to every project.
After an intense conference call with a high-profile client, Carina decides it's time to take a break. She stretches and steps out of her office, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. Making her way to the kitchen, she finds Heather, their housekeeper, dusting the countertops. Heather looks up with a warm smile, and Carina can't help but smile back, her thoughts drifting to the memories of her honeymoon.
"Heather, I have to tell you about Belize," Carina begins, leaning against the counter as Heather pauses her work to listen. Carina recounts the breathtaking beauty of the private island, the turquoise waters, and the secluded beaches. She shares stories of their adventures, like snorkeling with whale sharks and exploring the hidden coves around the island. Heather listens intently, nodding along and occasionally laughing at Carina's animated descriptions, especially the one about Carina getting a bit tipsy at dinner and deciding to give Maya a lap dance.
As they chat, Carlos, their personal chef, walks in, carrying a large bowl filled with a vibrant, fresh salad. He places it on the table, the colors of the mixed greens, ripe tomatoes, and sliced avocado contrasting beautifully against the rustic wooden bowl. The aroma of fresh herbs and a light vinaigrette wafts up, making Carina's mouth water.
"Carlos, this looks amazing!" Carina exclaims as she sits down at the table.
"I'm glad you like it, Signora," Carlos responds with a proud smile. He stands by, ready to explain the ingredients, but Carina is already diving into the salad, savoring the crispness of the vegetables and the perfect balance of flavors.
Between bites, Carina begins to discuss the meals she and Maya enjoyed on their honeymoon. She describes the lavish five-course meal they had in Belize, with succulent seafood, exotic fruits, and delicate pastries. Carlos listens with genuine interest, occasionally asking questions about specific ingredients or cooking methods. Carina talks about the local markets they visited, the spices they discovered, and the different ways they experienced traditional Caribbean and Mexican cuisines.
As Carina talks, it's clear that the conversation isn't just about food—it's about the memories tied to those meals. Each dish brings back a moment from the honeymoon, from the laughter they shared over a particularly spicy dish to the quiet, intimate dinners by candlelight. Carlos takes mental notes, considering how he might incorporate some of these flavors into future meals for Carina and Maya.
The lunch break becomes more than just a meal; it's a time of connection and reflection. Carina enjoys the opportunity to relive her honeymoon through the stories she shares, and Heather and Carlos appreciate the insight into the couple's adventures and preferences. By the time Carina finishes her salad, she feels refreshed, both from the delicious food and the warm conversation, ready to tackle the rest of her workday.
— — —
Carina's phone buzzes with Maya's name lighting up the screen. She picks it up, hoping to hear Maya's voice in the middle of her workday.
"Hey, Bambina," Carina greets, her tone warm despite the concern in her voice.
"Hi, babe," Maya replies, her voice carrying a hint of fatigue. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be staying late at the office. We've got a new client with some urgent business, and it looks like it's going to take a while to sort everything out."
Carina's heart sinks a little, but she tries to keep her voice steady. "Oh, I see. How late are you thinking it might be?"
"I'm not entirely sure yet. It depends on how things progress with the client," Maya explains. "I'll be home as soon as I can, but I didn't want you to be waiting up or anything."
"Okay, thanks for letting me know," Carina says, though she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. "I was looking forward to spending some time together tonight. Is there anything I can do to help or make things easier for you?"
Maya's voice softens with appreciation. "Just having you there makes a difference. But if you wanted to relax and have a nice evening, don't let me keep you from that. I'll make it up to you as soon as I'm home."
Carina smiles, touched by Maya's thoughtfulness. "I'll make sure to keep myself entertained and enjoy a quiet evening. Just text me if you need anything or if there's any change in your plans."
"I will. Thanks for understanding, Carina. I'll see you as soon as I can," Maya says, her voice filled with gratitude.
— — —
Maya quietly opens the door to their bedroom, her mind still buzzing from the long day at work. The house is dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the room. She carefully closes the door behind her, not wanting to disturb the tranquility.
As she steps further inside, her gaze falls upon the bed. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees Carina lying there, peacefully asleep, entirely naked. The sight is both unexpected and intensely intimate. Carina's hair is splayed out on the pillow, her body relaxed and serene, a gentle smile gracing her lips.
Maya pauses for a moment, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she takes in the beauty of her wife resting so comfortably. She had assumed Carina would be in her bedroom, but seeing her like this, so vulnerable and serene, touches her deeply.
Deciding not to wake her, Maya moves quietly around the room, stripping off her own clothes. She can't help but smile at the thought of Carina's spontaneous gesture, feeling a mix of warmth and longing.
Once she grabbed a new pair of boxers, Maya carefully climbs into bed beside Carina, making sure not to jostle the mattress. She reaches out, gently brushing a lock of hair from Carina's face, her touch light and affectionate. Carina stirs slightly but doesn't wake, her breathing steady and calm.
Maya settles in beside her, wrapping an arm around Carina's waist and pulling her close. She closes her eyes, letting the soothing rhythm of Carina's breathing help her unwind from the stressful day. Despite the late hour and the missed evening together, the comfort of having Carina so near fills her with a profound sense of contentment.
Carina stirs awake to find herself nestled comfortably against Maya, the warmth of her body a soothing presence. As she slowly opens her eyes, she feels the familiar sensation of Maya's morning wood pressing against her. A mischievous smile spreads across Carina's face as she gently stretches, savoring the closeness.
Not wanting to disturb the peaceful morning, Carina quietly shifts her position, her fingers lightly brushing against Maya's side. She takes a moment to admire how perfectly they fit together, her gaze softening with affection.
Carina's fingers begin to trail lightly across Maya's body, her touch gentle and deliberate. As she makes contact with Maya's erection, she feels a surge of warmth and desire. Her touch becomes more intentional, her fingers working to awaken Maya fully.
Maya stirs, a soft groan escaping her lips as she becomes aware of Carina's touch. Her eyes flutter open, and she meets Carina's playful gaze. For a moment, she looks surprised, but then a smile breaks out on her face, and she pulls Carina closer.
She stripped off her boxers- having gone to sleep in just those, and freed her hard on. Starting at the base Carina slowly began pumping, occasionally speeding up, letting small gasps and sighs slip out unintentionally while doing so.
Carina continues her ministrations, her touch tender yet teasing. She takes her time, enjoying the sensation of Maya's responses and the intimacy of the moment. Maya puts her hand over Carina's and presses her hand into her cock even harder, grinding her hips to add to the friction.
Using her tongue to massage the tip of Maya's cock as she pushed it deeper into her throat with each stroke. Maya held a handful of her wife's hair in her hand, pulling it lightly; she tried her best not to pull her hair or push her head down, but as she got closer to the edge, she found she couldn't help but push slightly. Carina, however, didn't seem to mind.
Pushing Maya's cock as far down her throat as possible, Carina held it there as she swirled her tongue around the tip faster and faster. Maya began to moan louder and louder, and as her legs wiggled with pleasure
"Ffuckkkkk… I- " Carina and started sucking on the tip earned a pleasured moan from Maya, "fuck, Car, ah- im, fuck- im close.. fuckkkk" Carina took this as a cue to start moving again, much more aggressively this time. it only took ten more seconds before thick, hot, cum flowed directly into Carina's mouth.
"Babe, your mouth does amazing things" Maya smiled pulling Carina in for a kiss tasting her semen in Carina's mouth. "I wish I hadn't set a morning meeting." Maya buried her head into Carina's neck nuzzling and kissing.
"Oh I can definitely put one in the you owe me, YOM" Carina smiled
"IOU, baby, I owe you is the saying" Maya smiled as she pulled Carina in for more kisses.
— — —
Maya arrived at the office, her mind preoccupied with the delicate task of informing Sarah about her transfer to the San Francisco office. The decision had been a difficult one, but she knew it was necessary to keep her professional and personal life in balance. As she settled into her chair, she sighed, still unsure of the best way to approach the conversation.
Her phone buzzed, breaking her train of thought. Seeing Andy's name on the screen, she smiled and answered the call.
"Hey, Andy," Maya greeted, her voice brightening. "What's up?"
"Not much, just wanted to check in and see how you're doing," Andy replied. "I figured you'd be back in the thick of things at work, but I also want to hear all about the honeymoon!"
Maya laughed softly. "Oh, it was amazing, Andy. Seriously, everything about it was perfect. We spent the first part of the trip on a private island in Belize. The villa was incredible—right on the beach, with a pool, and so much privacy. We did everything from snorkeling with whale sharks to exploring the nearby islands by boat."
"That sounds like a dream!" Andy exclaimed. "I'm so happy for you two. What else did you do?"
"After a few days on the island, we moved to a mountain enclave villa on the mainland," Maya continued. "We did some zip-lining, hiking to waterfalls, and even spent time just lounging in the hot tub, watching the sunset. The views were breathtaking, and it was just the break we needed."
"Wow, that sounds like heaven," Andy said, a hint of envy in her voice. "But I have to ask—how's married life treating you? Any big changes?"
Maya smiled, leaning back in her chair. "Honestly, it feels great. We had some really deep conversations while we were away, talked about the future, kids, all that stuff. We're not rushing anything, but I feel like we're on the same page, which is reassuring."
"And the sex, you did have a bunch of wild passionate sex on your honeymoon correct?" Andy laughed
Maya leaned forward, lowering her voice slightly as if sharing a secret. "You have no idea. Carina and I… we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I mean, we were on a private island with nothing but time and each other. It was like being in a bubble where nothing else existed."
Andy let out a playful whistle. "Damn, Maya. That sounds intense."
Maya laughed, feeling a little heat rise to her cheeks. "It was. There was this one night—Carina had a bit too much wine at dinner, and she decided to give me a lap dance. I thought I was going to lose it right there."
Andy was in stitches, trying to imagine Maya in that situation. "I can't believe you're telling me this! But I'm glad you are. You sound so happy."
"I am, Andy. I really am," Maya admitted, her tone softening. "It wasn't just about the physical stuff, though that was… amazing. It was everything else too."
Andy's voice took on a more sincere tone. "I'm really happy for you, Maya. You deserve this, after everything you've been through. And hey, I'm here if you ever need to talk—or, you know, brag a little more about your sex life."
"Well with the amazing things Carina can do with her mouth, I am going to have a lot to brag about" Maya said blushing that the words actually left her mouth.
"That's awesome, Maya. I'm so glad you two are in such a good place," Andy said warmly. "And what about work? Are you back to the grind already?"
"Yeah," Maya sighed. "I've got a lot on my plate right now, including dealing with Sarah. I need to tell her she's being transferred, and I'm still trying to figure out how to do it without making things awkward or messy."
"Ugh, that sounds tough," Andy sympathized. "But I'm sure you'll handle it like a pro. You've always been great at navigating tricky situations."
"Thanks, Andy. I hope you're right," Maya said, feeling a bit more encouraged. "I just have to find the right moment and the right words."
They chatted a bit longer, Maya filling Andy in on a few more details from the honeymoon before finally hanging up.
— — —
Carina met Gabrielle at their favorite lunch spot, a cozy Italian bistro tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The ambiance was perfect for a leisurely catch-up, with soft music playing in the background and the warm, inviting scent of freshly baked bread filling the air. Carina arrived first, choosing a table by the window, and ordered a glass of red wine while she waited.
Gabrielle soon joined her, greeting Carina with a warm hug before settling into her seat. "You look radiant," Gabrielle said, smiling. "Marriage suits you."
Carina chuckled, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Grazie, Gabrielle. I feel like I'm still on cloud nine from the honeymoon. It was everything I could have dreamed of and more."
As they sipped their wine, Gabrielle leaned in with a playful smile. "So, tell me everything. I want to hear all the details—especially the juicy ones."
Carina laughed, knowing Gabrielle was always eager to hear about the romantic and intimate moments. "Well, where do I start? The villa on the island was just perfect. We had so much privacy, and the scenery was breathtaking. We spent our days exploring the nearby islands, swimming, and just soaking in the sun. But the nights… those were truly magical."
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue. "Go on."
"There was this one night," Carina began, a soft smile playing on her lips, "after a candlelit dinner, Maya and I took a swim under the stars. The water was so warm, and it felt like we were the only two people in the world. We talked about everything—our hopes, fears, and dreams for the future. It was so intimate, so honest. And then…" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing again.
Gabrielle leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "And then?"
"Maya pulled me close, and we just… connected in a way I've never felt before," Carina confessed, her voice soft and sincere. "It wasn't just about the physical connection, though that was incredible too. It was more than that—it was like our souls were intertwined. I've never felt so close to anyone in my life."
Gabrielle nodded, her expression turning more serious. "That sounds beautiful, Carina. It's clear how much you two love each other. I'm so happy for you."
Carina smiled, her eyes reflecting the depth of her feelings. "I'm happy too, Gabrielle. Truly. But we also had some important conversations. We talked about our future, about children. I know Maya is still hesitant, but I believe we'll figure it out together, in our own time."
Gabrielle reached across the table, giving Carina's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You will. Just keep communicating, and everything will fall into place."
Carina nodded, feeling comforted by Gabrielle's words. They continued their lunch, discussing other aspects of the honeymoon, from the delicious meals they shared to the adventurous activities they tried. But as the conversation naturally shifted back to the intimate moments, Carina found herself smiling again, remembering the tender and passionate moments that had made the honeymoon unforgettable.
"Ok, now give me some real details. Is Maya hung like a horse?" Gabrielle chuckled as she held up her fork.
"Gabrielle" Carina laughed, "Non dovresti chiedere la dimensione del pene di mia mogli. Vergognatevi"
"Ma ho bisogno di sapere quanto è grosso il suo cazzo perché sono il tuo migliore amico e ti amo e voglio solo il meglio per te" Gabrielle huffed.
"Sono fortunato" Carina said slightly blushing.
"Shut up. I knew it" Gabrielle squealed "How big?"
"Gabrielle, please, I don't need the entire city to know." Carina urged Gabrielle to lower her voice.
"I am not going to stop asking." Gabrielle teased.
"Nove pollici" Carina whispered.
"Nove pollici! Nove pollici! Oh mio Dio, ha un cazzo enorme." Gabrielle squealed while she wiggled in her seat.
Carina looking around at all the tables around her to make sure no one caught their conversation "Gabrielle!"
"Well I know you are going to be one happy wife." Gabrielle smiled "I bet she knows how to work with her 'equipment' too." Gabrielle winked.
"Sì, è molto brava a farmi raggiungere l'orgasmo" Carina blushes. Gabrielle's eyes go wide and then Carina continues "Ancora e ancora e ancora"
"Carina" Gabrielle squeals again "Vi avete già detto che vi amo?"
"No, we haven't said 'I love you,' but I am almost 100 percent certain that's how I feel, We did agree to take things slow. I mean we have really only been involved for about a month." Carina said smiling while thinking of Maya.
"Well it doesn't matter how long you have been together, it matters how she makes you feel. How you feel with each other." Gabrielle replied.
"And you know what?" Carina added, her voice filled with affection. "Maya has this way of making me feel so cherished, so loved. It's like she sees me for who I truly am, and still cares for me. I never thought I could find someone like that."
Gabrielle's eyes softened, her smile widening. "It sounds like you've found your soulmate, Carina. Hold on to that feeling, and keep nurturing it. You two are going to have a beautiful life together."
— — —
Throughout the day, Maya couldn't help but think about Carina, even as she was swamped with work. She found herself reaching for her phone during short breaks, sending little messages to stay connected with her wife.
Carina: You have no idea how much I loved waking up with you. You make me feel so loved, Maya. I can't wait to have you in my arms again tonight.
Maya: I promise to make it up to you tonight. Dinner and cuddles? Maybe a movie? Whatever you want, amore.
Carina: That sounds perfect. I'll be waiting for you, Mrs. DeLuca-Bishop. Just don't work too hard, okay? I need you in one piece tonight.
Maya: I'll try not to overdo it. Can't wait to come home to you