#jo.simps

The scent of freshly chopped parsley and sting of garlic permeated the air of your kitchen.

Just a typical day of cooking.

Hmm, not for long.

"Yes, Mrs Miya?" Osamu responded with that endearing smile of his. His eyes were scintillating, shining brightly as he switched the stove off, before tugging you to the exceedingly wide and warm expanse of his chest. He cradled your cheek softly with his otherwise rough fingers and pulled you even closer to him before leaning his forehead down onto yours.

He gazed into your eyes. You could feel your pupils dilating, and an uncontrollable tinge of red assaulted your cheeks as you blinked incessantly. Your husband merely chuckled, before he peppered kisses all over your face.

You were getting out of breath, your panting getting more laboured by the second.

His lips had graced every inch of your face, all except for your lips. They were so close to yours, merely touching yours but not kissing per se.

You must have made a sound of distress, for he merely chuckled. That sound reverberated down your spine and you shivered with delight.

Then, he pulled away.

Hmph, tease. "Why don't we finish our dinner first before I ravish someone else?" He said. Osamu's eyes were glinting with mischief, his mouth twitching into a slight smirk.

You cleared your throat as you willed your heart to quit beating so much. This man was lethal to your health.

"Well, I have a surprise for you, too."

Leaning against your kitchen island, you continued, "Samu, could you get the pasta sauce from the cabinet, please?"

Osamu turned to face you, his eyebrows raised in a what-are-you-up-to manner. But as usual, he listened to your instructions.

As he took the glass jar of Prego sauce from the sauce cabinet, he began to frown. He padded over to where you were seated atop your shared kitchen island. You could only stop to admire his beautiful physique.

Your husband then trapped you between his strong legs. You were pretty much at his mercy. He leaned in, inch by inch, until his eyes were level with yours. His eyes were just as stunning as before, with a teasing glint evident in them.

"Is this true?" He whispered as he gestured at the written 'I'M' and the Prego label next.

You raised your palms only to gently pat your now developing womb. With a giddy grin on your face, you nodded and mouthed a yes.

Osamu's eyes softened and shone with unshed tears. His frame engulfed yours as he hugged you tightly.

"I love you so much. And I'll love our child unconditionally too."

"Yes, I know you will. And I love you too. But Baby wants food now though, so you should finish cooking our meal. I'll be eating for two now!" You smiled.

Osamu remained at his position. His intense gaze said it all.

"Yeah," he murmured.

"I will. Just after this," your bodies then pressed together with your back against the kitchen island, your breathing heavy as his lips firmly caressed your own.

After what felt like hours, you both came up for air.

"I'll finish our meal for three now." Osamu sauntered back to the stove, seemingly unaffected by what had just occurred between the both of you. Only the faint twitch of his lips left you privy to his innermost thoughts.

'I will never get enough of this man' was your final thought before getting ready to devour your dinner.