It was supposed to be a magical Easter for Rosalyn and me. I had planned it all out but things hadn't gone according to plan. Easter had come and gone but I was still looking for that fucking egg. I had carefully counted them before I had filled and hidden them and there should have been twenty-four eggs, two packs of twelve. Of course, Rosalyn didn't find the special egg that I had hidden just for her.
"I think that's all of them," she giggled, looking over the yard one last time before she shrugged in defeat.
"That can't be all of the eggs! How many do you have?" I was puzzled but I knew we'd figure it out. We always did. I watched as Rosalyn counted the eggs a couple of times before announcing that there were exactly twenty-three eggs in her basket.
"There's one more. It's the big one!"
"It's big?" Rosalyn's eyes widened as she imagined the egg as larger than it really was.
"No, it's the same size as the others. It's just what's inside that's special. It's a big deal, not a big size."
"Oh, so a fun-sized surprise! I get it! Now let me see here." She began her quest to find the missing egg but after exactly twelve minutes of watching her search, I realized that something was wrong. I knew exactly where I had hidden that special egg but when I looked to where I had hidden it, it wasn't there.
"What the fuck?" I said out loud as I realized the problem. I couldn't believe this was happening. It was supposed to be a special day for Rosalyn and I but I had somehow screwed it up. I walked over to the spot where I knew I had hidden that egg and I stared right at it. There was no egg. There was nothing. I was in shock! Where had my special egg gone?
"You look upset," Rosalyn began, "Are you mad at me? Did I not do a good job finding the eggs?"
"You did a great job. It's my fault. I seem to have lost track of a certain egg but that's okay. We'll find it, don't worry."
"When will we find it?"
"I guess when we find it." I looked for a few more minutes but we had some family to go see and by the time we got back home I tried my best to keep looking for that egg but it just wasn't meant to be. I couldn't find it. Easter was over and my plan hadn't worked. Now I would have to figure out another plan but I still needed that fucking egg back.
I got up early before Rosalyn so I could search the yard for the egg. I searched for what felt like hours and I never did find that egg. I lay out on the grass, defeated by the loss. I had been trying to do something nice, something romantic that Rosalyn would never forget. I had bought her a sparkling diamond ring, a real one, and put it in that fucking egg for her to find. Except now I couldn't find it and I was panicking.
I had rehearsed how I would ask Rosalyn to marry me a million times but I had never been more terrified or more prepared than I had been on Easter morning. Rosalyn already had her headband with bunny ears on before she even got out of bed. She smiled at me as I helped her out of bed and handed her the little basket that she would use to find the eggs.
"I made an egg hunt for you," I told her, stopping only to give her the kind of kiss that romance movies are made of. I loved Rosalyn with all of my heart and soul. We'd been dating for almost two years and we lived together. I figured it was time to ask her to make it official and what better day than her favorite holiday? It would have been the perfect marriage proposal if it had gone as planned.
I lay in the grass, deep in thought. I tried to make peace with the fact that I had lost a plastic egg in my backyard that was going to cost me a lot of money whether she said yes or no. I was terrified that Rosalyn would say no. After all, there were a lot of things that were keeping us apart. Her family didn't like me much. My family wasn't really crazy about anyone I brought around. What if she didn't want me? What if this was God's way of telling me not to ask her?
"Baby?" Rosalyn's voice startled me.
"Yeah?" I called to her.
"We need to talk."
"Okay, sure. What do you want to talk about?" I encouraged her.
"How much do you love me?" she asked.
"A fuck ton, of course. I love you to death."
"I love you too."
"Yeah, so what is all this about?" I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. I wanted her to know just how much I needed her. She kissed me passionately, her mouth hungry for mine in ways that shocked and surprised me. Rosalyn hadn't been this hungry in some time and it made me wonder what the occasion was, but I didn't want to jinx anything. Instead, I immersed myself in her scent and turned all of my attention to her perfect body.
"Let's just fuck right here in the backyard," she suggested and I looked around, assessing the situation. My backyard was relatively private. I was shocked I had never thought to do anything sexual there before.
"Let's do it," I smiled as I kissed her, pulling her clothes off in between kisses until she was naked, her body underneath mine. I couldn't stop kissing her and the way her body rose to meet mine was so fucking sexy I could barely contain myself. I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and found one of her most pleasurable spots. Her whole body tensed as I forced a second finger inside of her. I worked her over with my fingers, watching her scream and gasp as she tried to wriggle away from me. Of course, I wouldn't let her go too far. I made sure she stayed put and took my fingers until I knew she was about to cum hard. "You gonna squirt for me, baby?"
