𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝟑)

date night.

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"thanks jere." i chirp as i kiss my little suz goodbye, conrad sliding his hand around my hips.

"yeah, get out of here." he shooes us away, and i giggled as conrad pulls me towards the door.

he's in a nice shirt and blue jeans, and i have my nicest sun dress on.

we were going on a date night.

with suz now just over a year old, quality time has been a strain. a struggle. impossible.

jere didn't even need to be asked, he showed up this afternoon, told us to get dressed up and out of the house by 6. no questions asked.

this is why i love this family.

"plans?" i raised a brow at my love, who shrugged.

"i can't think of a possible thing we could do." we both giggled, used to being consumed with our child, not ourselves.

he pulled me toward the car, and leaned in for a kiss. slowly, my back leaned onto the car behind me, and we shared a moment.

"we could just do this." i smiled, opening my eyes.

conrad smiled too, but shook his head, "i'm not sure this is what jere had in mind."

he walked me around, opening my door. i curtsied dramatically, and took a step forward to get in. his arm blocked my entrance though, and i leaned back again.

he leaned in for another kiss. i laughing into it, but kissed him all the same.

"sorry, can't help it." he giggled. he did that every time.

well, he used to.

before we had kids, we had rituals like that. but now, too worried our rebellious child wasn't buckled in tight or having to rush to the next event because we were already five minutes late... there were no time for extra kisses.

that's what made these nights special. conrad would kiss me anytime he got the chance.

he did so at our first red light, and even at the second. he pecked me cheek and i turned up the music. our first dance song, poetry by wrabel, was on. i smiled over at him. he did the same.

we sang the lyrics loudly as he pulled into the nicest restaurant in town. i turned it down, and he helped me out of the car in my heels.

"i still see poetry in your eyes, dear." he squeezed my hand tightly, and i smirked over at him.

"you're still the reason we rhyme." i continued, and he rested his head in my shoulder as we walked in.

"date night?" the hostess smiled fondly at us, and i nodded. we had seen her a few times before, on special occasions like this.

"even wives still deserve fancy dates." conrad swung his arms around my chest, and i laughed loudly.

"he's too good to me."

"well, let us be good to you guys, tonight. we have the finest table reserved for y'all. some one called in a favor." she leaned forward, whispering. i raised my eyebrows, and conrad looked down at me.

"jere?" i questioned.

"how did he know?" conrad whispered in my ear.

"i mean, this is the nicest place in town." i said gently as we walked, "and we have told him how much we love this place."

conrad just laughed, and rushed to pull out my chair as i sat.

we had a lovely evening. talking about memories and small talk and would you rather questions, it was making me realize i hadn't taken time to get to know my husband again in a really long time. we were both changing, and growing so much, being parents. time flew, and soon one day we'll be old and our children will be wise, and i want to still know the man i'm next to.