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family.”
    “Trust me,
this is not over-the-top romantic.”
    “To a
woman who has barely had time to take a shower for the past four months, this
is incredibly romantic.”
    “Stace, do
you want to hire some help? Maybe just a few days a week?”
    I wave him
off and shake my head. “No, I don’t need help. You know I love nothing more
than being a mom and taking care of our girl. I’m lucky to be able to stay home
with her and take care of you guys. I’m just saying thank you. This is very
sweet and I love you.”
    He pins me
with heated blue eyes as he fills my mug full of hot water. “I love you too.”
    He settles
in next to me again, pulls my feet back into his lap and I sip my tea and enjoy
my book while he gets lost in his movie.
     
    ***
     
    “I can’t
believe you let me sleep so long this afternoon.” I smile at my sexy husband
and sip the wine he poured me for dinner. We are curled up again in front of
the fireplace, enjoying the quiet and our last evening alone together.
    “You
needed it. Besides, it could be a while before you get another nap.” He grins
and then unfolds himself from the couch and leans down to kiss my forehead.
“I’ll be right back.”
    “Okay.”
    I sit back
against the soft cushions of the couch and smile. These past few days have been
the best. Isaac’s always been good to me. He’s an affectionate and attentive
husband. But, as in most relationships, we’ve grown comfortable and I admit
that it’s easy to take each other for granted. I wouldn’t say that romance is
dead, but there are times she goes on vacation.
    Especially
when we were dealing with infertility issues and having sex for the sake of
knocking me up. It makes me feel so good that he is making such an effort to be
romantic. We needed to reconnect.
    “Hey,
don’t you dare go back to sleep on me, babe.” I didn’t even realize I’d closed
my eyes. I smile up at him and take a deep breath. I love this black t-shirt on
him, the way it clings to his abs and sits on his hips.
    “You look
good,” I murmur. His eyes heat and one side of his mouth tips up into a lazy
smile.
    “You’re
not so bad yourself. C’mon.” He takes my hand and pulls me up off the couch.
“You don’t need any more of this if it’s just going to make you sleep.” He
takes my wine from me and sets it on the kitchen island as we walk past it and
up the stairs.
    “We’re
going to bed already?”
    “Nope.” He
smiles down at me, and when we reach the top of the stairs, instead of heading
to the master suite, he pulls me in the other direction, toward a spare
bedroom. I gasp as we walk inside.
    The covers
on the double sized bed have been pulled all the way off, leaving the soft blue
fitted sheet covering the mattress, and the matching top sheet pulled back.
There are at least a dozen candles lit all over the room, sending shadows over
the space. Soft music is playing through a small sound system in the corner.
    Isaac
pulls me against him, his front to my back and wraps his arms around me,
kissing my hair, then turns me around and pulls my shirt up over my head,
letting it fall to the floor.
    “I think
you need a massage,” he murmurs and slips my bra off, throwing it on top of my
shirt.
    “You do?”
I ask dryly.
    “Yes,” he
responds simply. He pulls my jeans and panties off, bending down to slip them
over my feet. He stands and kisses my lips gently, cupping my face in his
hands. “Lie on the bed, on your stomach,” he whispers.
    “Okay.”
Like I’m gonna say no to that.
    I lie on
my stomach and let out a big sigh.
    “No
sleeping,” Isaac says with a chuckle.
    “I don’t
know what’s wrong with me. I’m never this tired,” I respond with a smile.
    “You’re
relaxed. I’m glad, honey. That was the point of taking a few days away.” I hear
him rub his hands together and then they’re on my back, firmly stroking in a
long line down the sides of my spine, over my bare ass, around my hips and up
my sides to