This story is a direct complement to “A Day In the Life of A Romance Writer.” This story is written from Hubby’s POV.
The alarm wakes me and I am instantly broody. I hate waking up so early to grind all day at work at a job I’ve been at for so long. But, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
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I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the day ahead.
As I inhale, I feel my wife’s soft hands on my skin. She moans softly, waking. She knows I’ll be leaving the bed where she will continue to sleep, alone, and with not as much warmth.
It pains me to have to leave her side. I take her hand and she smiles, slowly opening her eyes. She doesn’t need to say it, I know by the way she’s looking at me, but she says it anyway, expressing her desire for me. It breaks my heart to turn her down.
Some mornings, when I don’t have to be at the office, I allow some time to indulge in our love with the passion that I feel for her. But not this morning, I can’t, no matter how much I wish I could sleep longer, hold her in my arms and make love to her just to make her go crazy for me in the ways that make her screams fill me with elation.
I sigh, and she knows. I express I wish there was time and she seems satisfied with that, but I can see in her eyes the disappointment that I must now get up.
She moves aside to let me do my thing, and where her arms were wrapped around me now feel cold. I want her warmth again. But looking at the clock, I know there’s no time to waste.
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When I get to work, it’s meeting after meeting. At least I don’t have to decide in what order to do these tasks. I lead my team and guide the programmers working with me. I explore solutions and express my discontent with some issues we’ve been having. It’s a long and tedious day, and I’m glad I don’t have to go running around the shops after work today.
The banter I share with my colleagues lifts my spirits as we commiserate together. Some clients are being difficult…again. But we quickly find a solution…or part of one. Hehe, when we tell the president of the company about all this, he’s going to have a field day with jokes about what we discovered today.
When I get home, my wife runs to me and wraps her arms around me. ‘My love!’ we both express and we kiss, sharing lovey-doveys. She smiles giddily and her eyes twinkle with the joy I know I bring her. I hope she can see in my eyes that she too makes me feel that same joy.
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