February 14th, 7:10pm
My wife phoned about three hours ago to see how my day shaped up and what time I was leaving work. I had a horrible day; and it has now been snowing for two and half days on and off. The heater is not working correctly on my car, so I had to keep scraping the ice off the inside of my windows with my glove while navigating the traffic on the way home. Of course, everyone forgot how to drive in the snow.
I pulled into the driveway, the outside light shining on the driveway bounced off the ice lying there. A soft glow from the kitchen illuminated the hedges outside the window. I started to slide to the front door when I realized I forgot the flowers lying on the front seat.
I carefully maneuvered back to the passenger's side of my car, unlocked it and retrieved the roses lying there. I had almost forgotten it was Valentine's Day until my secretary had gotten 2 dozen roses. She had graciously sold me a dozen for triple the going rate. She very well knew a desperate man would pay any price to avoid the fight!!
I slid back to the front door, balancing my briefcase and the slightly drooping roses on my knee as I unlocked the front door with my key. I was tired. Hoping there wouldn't be too much of a big deal over the Hallmark holiday.
I felt myself relax, lulled by the sounds of the TV emanating from the living room, knowing that it meant she was hunkered down on the couch and not expecting too much. I set my briefcase down, hung up my coat and stood in the entranceway to the living room.
"Hi babe." Lexy said as she sat on the couch in her sweats and t-shirt. Her hair up in a pony tail.
"Happy Valentine's Day." I cautiously said as I handed her the twice given flowers.
"Is that today? I almost had forgotten. Thanks Derrick." She took the flowers, her fingers brushing mine. She stood and smelled them as she made her way to the kitchen. "I better put these in some water, they look a little droopy."
I watched her stroll to the kitchen, the sweatpants hugging her rear end very nicely. My wife and I have been married for almost 5 years. She is as beautiful as the day I first spied her.
"You want a beer Der?" She called from the kitchen.
"Sure." I answered as I loosened my tie. Ready to put my feet up and fall asleep on the couch I thought. I kicked off my shoes as Lex walked back in carrying my beer in a newly frosted mug.
She stood on her tip toes and kissed me as she handed me the beer. "Are you going to take a shower?"
"Yes I am." I said as I took a deep pull on the ice cold beer.
"Okay. I will just keep dinner warm until you come down." She said as she settled back into her corner of the couch and covered the lower half of her body with a blanket.
I slowly walked up the steps to take my shower, remembering what it was like in the beginning of our relationship. Valentine's Day was a big deal that first year. Candles, flowers (not re-gifted), diamonds and a romantic dinner had been part of the deal. I gazed at Lexy in her sweats, wondering when that moment comes along that you are too tired with the everyday stuff to put a lot of extra effort into the relationship.
Nothing was really wrong with our marriage. We were relaxed and comfortable in our routine. As I stripped off my work clothes I wondered what Valentine's Day would be like in another ten years? What would if be like after we had kids and more responsibilities and less time.
Those thoughts left my mind as the steam and the heat of the water filled the spaces in my head. Hot water washed away my day, my stress; and sent it all down the drain. I took a very long shower. Realizing half way through I had not asked what was for dinner.
I turned off the water and stepped onto the bath mat. Drying my face off, I lowered the towel and noticed the candles. Several candles were now lit on the back of the toilet and on the counter. Red lipstick on the mirror read, "Follow the petals Valentine."
Petals? What was that? I asked that question in my head at the same time my foot stepped onto something foreign. I looked down to see the rose petals strewn on the floor and stuck to the bottom of my foot. They looked suspiciously like the same used roses I had brought home.
I opened the door to the bedroom and the steam rushed past me. Candles flickered in there as well. My bathrobe and slippers were lying on top of the comforter. The dresser had been cleared off and set up with candles, wine glasses and two place settings. As I took everything in and continued to dry myself off, I heard a noise at the door and looked up to see Lexy standing in the door in a red and white lacy teddy. I looked from the lace cutouts where her nipples were sexily protruding from the material to her thighs where the thigh high white stockings were attached to the garter belt, down her legs to where her feet were in high heeled red shoes.
"Holy shit, sexy Lexy. You look incredible. Hot. Amazing." I was speechless.
"Thank you sir." She purred as she walked into the room and put dinner on the dresser. "Why don't you just get comfortable in your bathrobe and then we can eat!"
She was busily getting dinner ready as I pulled on my bathrobe and slipped into bed. The gorgeous curve of her ass beneath the lace trim made me forget I was even hungry and tired not ten minutes before. She pulled trays out from under the bed. I think we had gotten them as wedding gifts but had never used them our entire married life. I was still trying to find my English language that had escaped me as she put a tray over my lap and sat a plate of chicken Alfredo with peas and a glass of wine on the tray.
Lex slid into bed next to me, placing her identical tray on her lap. "Cheers to us Derrick." She raised her glass and we clinked to each other. Her eyes pools of liquid soul. A place where I sometimes sought to find something I was missing, the piece of me she had always held.
After we finished dinner, she began to clear away the dishes. I jumped out of bed. "Lex -- let me get it. You went to all this trouble, relax." I kissed her as I removed the dishes out of her hands. "Go on, get back in bed."
As I took the dishes to the kitchen I realized how much trouble she had gone to. She must have jumped off the couch as soon as I got in the shower. The entire house was full of glowing, lit candles; rose petals were all around the bed and down the stairs. I grabbed another bottle of wine from the fridge and raced back upstairs.
