We had spent the day together this past lazy rainy Sunday. It was a fuck and nap, fuck and nap, fuck and shower type of day for Missy and I while He was visiting his family.
We were putting together dinner for the three of us when he comes home. She hears him at the door, immediately took two steps and stopped abruptly, turned and looked to me with her mouth wide open with concern in her eyes like she did something wrong. Never before had both of us been at home before he arrived.
“I’ve been greeting him for years.” I smiled “Go ahead.”
She thanked me with a look of relief on her face, and went off to meet him at the door. When she returned to the kitchen she cradled my face with her hands and gave me some of the most beautiful kisses.
“I love You so much, Rala.” She said to me
“Oh Baby, I love you too.”
We both teared up a little and hugged. It was the first time we had said it in that way. He walks in and sees our eyes all wet and red and asks if we were chopping onions, sarcastically. I told him that they were the most amazing onions just before kissing him.