Living the Dream

Jane’s Point of View

Four years later.

I woke up stretching, desperately wishing to sleep for ten more minutes before the twins burst into the room, jumping on the bed like they did every morning. Before I could close my eyes again, I felt the familiar touch of my husband on my arms and soon felt him pressing his body against mine, already kissing my neck.

“Time to wake up, sleepyhead,” he said.

“No, just ten more minutes,” I whined, feeling his body against mine.

“What if we use those ten minutes to do something much better?” he teased, making me smile, teasing him back.

“Aren’t you tired, Mister Park? We barely slept last night,” I remarked.

He smiled and took my hand, pulling me on top of him.

“Of course, it’s not every day the kids go to bed early,” he retorted.

“Well, after spending the whole day at the amusement park,” I commented.

He sat up on the bed, pulling me into a kiss, and lifted my nightgown, quickly taking it off completely. I took the opportunity to remove his shirt,