Closed; Happy Birthday Husband!
It was very possible that Lavender was going overboard with Roger's birthday plans, but she always did. Besides, this was the first birthday of his they were going to spend together in nearly ten years and the first as husband and wife. She really wanted to make it special, maybe somehow create a few traditions and just have a little fun.
The two of them had been so nervous lately, waiting on news about Dahlia and the adoption process, and they deserved a bit of carefree fun. Everything lately had been about the baby, and then the house, and now the adoption. This was going to be about the two of them.
She had planned out the entire day for him.
Lavender had woken up early, slipped out of bed, and made her way downstairs into the kitchen.
Within minutes the entire house smelled like chocolate chip pancakes, sizzling bacon, and eggs. There were flowers on the breakfast table as well as fresh squeezed orange juice and a big navy and silver wrapped gift on his chair (she had gotten her hands on their wedding picture, the two of them hanging all over each other in the middle of the night with goofy, drunk smiles on their faces moments after their I do's), definitely something he wouldn't be able to miss the moment that he walked in.
And then there was Lavender, purposely dressed in a little silk purple night dress that barely covered her backside, a piece that she wouldn't be able to wear out of the bedroom once there were children in the house. But she knew that Roger loved it and she loved the way she felt in it too, beautiful and sexy. Those were two very specific things that she hadn't been feeling since the miscarriage. It was time she started embracing that side of herself again and today, Roger's birthday, was as good a time as any to start.
The two of them had been so nervous lately, waiting on news about Dahlia and the adoption process, and they deserved a bit of carefree fun. Everything lately had been about the baby, and then the house, and now the adoption. This was going to be about the two of them.
She had planned out the entire day for him.
Lavender had woken up early, slipped out of bed, and made her way downstairs into the kitchen.
Within minutes the entire house smelled like chocolate chip pancakes, sizzling bacon, and eggs. There were flowers on the breakfast table as well as fresh squeezed orange juice and a big navy and silver wrapped gift on his chair (she had gotten her hands on their wedding picture, the two of them hanging all over each other in the middle of the night with goofy, drunk smiles on their faces moments after their I do's), definitely something he wouldn't be able to miss the moment that he walked in.
And then there was Lavender, purposely dressed in a little silk purple night dress that barely covered her backside, a piece that she wouldn't be able to wear out of the bedroom once there were children in the house. But she knew that Roger loved it and she loved the way she felt in it too, beautiful and sexy. Those were two very specific things that she hadn't been feeling since the miscarriage. It was time she started embracing that side of herself again and today, Roger's birthday, was as good a time as any to start.