Falling for the enemy

Part 43.

Regina Mills:

Well, it is far safe to say our anniversary do over turned out better than expected. There was so many enjoyable moments and emotions in the air last night, and I couldn't be happier about the outcome.

Started with a delicious, romantic meal for two with set candles, bubbly and live music. Then the karaoke, which was embarrassing but then I stared to feel it and it was getting the mood up and enjoyable so I knew the exact moment while I had the microphone I needed to announce to everyone exactly how much I'm in love with my Fiancée, so I prepare a speech and that's when I proposed with butterflies swirling in the pit of my stomach, my throat scratching for positive air begging for a breath I seemed to never be able to find until the words 'yes, Of course I'll marry you' flowed from her wonderful lips. Then that set the mood of sweet sex and horniness, we do desperately wanted to celebrate. So, during the taxi cab ride home, I couldn't keep my hands off her. I straddled her in the back seat of the cab slowly grinding my body against hers and gripping the the back seat of the chair. But do I care this perv could be watching? Of course not, nothing can burn out this sensational day.

We didn't even make it through the door, never mind to the bedroom. We crashed and stumbled into the door forcing it open making us fall down to the rug that comforts the huge hallway, but do we care? No, so we continue to have sex on the rug, strange yes but at this moment we didn't care. So then we had sex in the kitchen, followed by the utility room, the sofa and then finally the bedroom. What a productive night it was. We didn't even get sleep until 6am.

I forgot today is my normal working day, so my alarm was flashing at 8am. Damn I booked today off work, for a peaceful day at home with my fiancée. So why did I forget to turn my stupid alarm off?

Anyways, as little sleep I had, I found it impossible to drift back into sleep. I'm just so madly in love and hyped about last night I cannot fall back asleep. I'm beaming with excitement.

So I decide to announce it to my feed on Instagram. I snap a picture of my hand cupping hers while showing off our sparkling rings. Followed by another picture of us kissing last night at our date, and finally a picture I taken of her smiling, she had not clue I was taking it which made it all the more adorable. Hmmm... what shall I caption this post as for Instagram?
"My Love, My Life. Forever and Always💍"

Emma will be sleeping for hours, but I don't mind, after our repeated sex sessions last night, I wouldn't be surprised if she sleeps all day, after all I am a beast and she will need all the energy she can find today to even walk.

So I just quietly lay beside her, watching Netflix as she curls into my side and time just quietly passes. Too quickly in a matter of fact, because soon enough Henry is bursting through the door like a big hungry puppy.

"Woah kiddo, slow down. Momma is sleeping" I whisper with a huge shit eating grin on my face that I cannot seem to hide. "What are you doing home so early, where's Mary Margaret?"

"Mom, it's 12pm. And grandma is following, she should be up here any moment" he instructs, oh boy. I'm naked, her daughter is naked, and clothes are scattered all around downstairs. Luckily Henry is oblivious and just sprints for our room. But to be prepared, I tug the quilt up even higher to cover our exposed bodies.

"Morning" I hear her coping as she flutters up the stairs. Oh boy, here it comes.

"Henry dear, can you get a shower and then start your homework, I'll be up soon to help you" I quickly ask making sure he isn't in the room when snow enters because I'm worried for what may or may not come out her snarky mouth of hers.

"I picked up some of your laundry that was scattered downstairs. I thought you was just messy until I realised it was only yours and Emma's clothes so I popped them in the wash basket. I'm guessing you had a good night?" She grins so wide. This is so embarrassing, even for me. She just on the edge of my bed beside my feet with no worry in the world, even though she clearly knows Emma and I are butt naked under this quilt, but still she remains near my feet. And she guesses we had a good night? Well of course she knows I've had a good night, she's just picked all our sweaty, clammy clothes up from the corridor and kitchen, and clearly seen my Instagram post earlier this morning so yes.