After nearly a decade of marriage, Sebastian and I still can’t get enough of one another. Through the good and the bad, the highs and the lows, one thing remains the same — we are crazy for each other and nothing will ever change it.
Not long hours at work or screaming kids at home. Nothing can get in the way of our passion for one another.
As I wash my face, I reminisce over the circumstances leading up to this very moment.
We had a short engagement before getting married on Christmas Eve only five months after Sebastian popped the question.
Upon graduating nursing school, Sebastian gifted me a trip to France and I can almost guarantee that Ava was conceived in the air on our way there. We’d been all over each other in the private jet and thankfully the flight attendant had stayed put near the front of the plane.
As soon as we found out I was pregnant, Sebastian bought a house that could easily double as a museum. It’s huge and over the top but our family is fitting in well.
Ava’s birth was the highlight of my life. I’d always secretly feared motherhood but she made it feel like the most natural thing on earth. A year and a half later, our small family grew when we welcomed baby Lucas to the fold.
I’d never felt more content in my life. I had the man of my dreams, the job of my dreams and now the family I never knew I craved so deeply.
Sebastian and I figured out the whole parenting thing one day at a time. And I swear to God, there was nothing sexier than watching that man transform into the best father he could be for our children.
He gave our kids everything they needed and more.
I fell in love with him more every chance I got to witness his love for our babies.
Once I brush my teeth, I run my hands through my sleep-matted hair and head downstairs.
The downstairs area is eerily quiet as I approach the kitchen and then I hear Ava whispering.
“She’s coming. She’s coming!”
“On the count of three,” Sebastian coaches them, his patient tone warming my heart.
“Surprise!” they erupt as soon as I enter the state-of-the-art kitchen.
There, right before my eyes, sits my whole world.
Ava is clinging to her daddy’s leg, while Lucas stands on the countertop with Sebastian’s firm hand in place to ensure he doesn’t fall.
My husband is smiling at me with that gaze that always makes my panties evaporate but I have to remind myself that now isn’t the time.
Especially since there are presents scattered along the countertop as well as breakfast.
Happy Mother’s Day! is printed in bold letters across some of the balloons while others read, Happy Birthday!
This year my birthday happened to fall on Mother’s Day and leave it to these three not to exclude anything.
“Happy Mother’s Day, baby,” Sebastian’s deep voice reaches me and I want to purr.
God, this man is so sexy. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that he’s my husband and I get to have him for the rest of our lives.
“Happy birthday, Mommy!” Ava is beaming while Lucas’ sole focus is trying to unwrap one of the gifts.
I scoop him up in my arms and blow a raspberry against his chubby cheek.
“Hi, handsome boy,” I say walking around the center island with him on my hip.
Lucas’ eyes light up and I smile because he inherited my green orbs.
Finally, I reach my husband and grin from ear to ear. “You’re incredible. Thank you, honey,” I whisper earnestly.
Not only am I thanking him for today’s sweet surprise, but also for the happiness that is never too far out of reach when he’s near. I wouldn’t have any of this without him and sometimes it overwhelms me when I consider just how lucky I am.
“You haven’t even opened your gifts yet,” he smiles at me.
“Open mine first, Mommy! It’s a necklace,” Ava reveals, not caring that she ruined her own surprise.
Laughing, I tear into the gifts while my little team anxiously awaits my reaction.
SEBASTIAN DOWNS
“Can I get you two anything?” the flight attendant asks hovering over us.
“No, we’re good for the remainder of the trip. Why don’t you have a seat and enjoy the flight?” I ask, dismissing her as smoothly as I know how.
There are other things I have in mind for this trip and no one should witness them.
The woman smiles politely before making her way to the front of the private jet.
“Nice job buying us some time,” my wife speaks up beside me.
When I turn my eyes on her, a radiant smile greets me along with desire burning in her jade eyes.
For her birthday, I’d surprised her with a trip back to the island where it all started. The kids are staying with their Aunt Winnie for a week, allowing us some much-needed grown-up time.