invader13panda

Something New I staggered into our little kitchen, still a little groggy from my sleep. Leaning up against the old blue counter, my husband—it still gave me a wonderful shiver down my back to call him that—stood looking at the tea pot on the stove. There were two china tea cups on the counter, one for him and one for me. When I came in, he immediately turned and came up to me, pulling me into his arms. "Good morning my love," he whispered softly into my hair. His Voice was deep but incredibly attractive. I looked up at him and kissed him softly and held onto him tightly. "Morning" I mumbled He was mine, I was his, and together we