Sweat. I am full of sweat. I blink many times before slowly getting up from my bed but before I could really do, Chris' arrive with a bottle of water on his right hand.

"Chris..." I whisperedly spoke before another pool of tears welled up on the side of my eyes.

Chris' had this anxious and at the same time terrified expression on his handsome face. Gone his blue sparkling and shinning eyes it was more dim and sad even his vieny arms and hands are shaking.

"I know baby..." Chris' softly replied but it was more a whisper. "I'm sorry if you always have that night mare. Only if I could remove that on you and place that on me, I would gladly do it." I then felt a kiss on the top of my head, Chris' left hand is on my back assisting me.

Dreaming-no scratch it. Having a repeated night mare about Lily and Chris' makes me puke out all of my internal organs. The idea of him choosing his ex instead of me always does tear my heart in half.

I know that the nightmare affects me too much, I do worry about our marriage when it started. I even don't know that my husband feels the same, not until last week.

This past few weeks since my nightmare takes place. Chris started to be more clingy, more needy, more affectionate and above all he doesn't forget to give me his attention dispite of his very hectic work.

And then last week I figure out by his friend Scarlet that Chris is acting differently each days especially when he do a scene on their taping. Chris seems paranoid in everything. Afraid that when he made small mistake I might end up leaving him and thought of him is never true.

He is terrify to lose me and I feel the same. Even he won't say a word I know Chris' deeply. He is mentally and silently blaming his self for the nightmare and especially for the insecurities I felt.
We are married. We have a 3 years old daughter, I have him as my husband. We have a home sweet home with our favorite best buddy Dodger. Everything is perfectly imperfect.

"Baby, please don't blame your self..." I gently stroke his soft brown hair in backwards. The smell of his minty breath is poking my neck especially that his face is leaning on my shoulder. "You know that I love you and leaving you is not on my to-do-list,"

Chris' let out a breath we both don't know that he was holding. His eyes are redden but tears didn't slip out from his orbs. He nodded at my shoulder before I finally accepted the water.

We are both envelop by a serene silence. The tension wasn't on the room anymore. We are just laying on each other, listening to each others breath and heartbeat.

When my eyes accidentally darted on our wall clock, a glimpse of naughtiness struck on my mind before I slowly move down on Chris' grasps. I then lay the bottle on the side drawer before tying my hair on a bun.

Chris' look at me confusedly. He didn't say a word but he does watch my evrry move. I then go between on his spread legs, staring at his eyes before my face was leveled on the zipper of his pants.

"Y/n?" Chris' breath hitch before his fingertips touch my chin. "W-What are you doing babe?"

I smirk at him, making an eyw to eye contact as I slowly lowered his zipper.

"I'm gonna suck my husband's dick,"

👀

"Good morning beautiful."

Slowly adjusting my eyes in light. I saw my husband Chris, staring at me fondly. I respond his smile, running my fingertips on his cheeks, admiring how hot he looks in morning.

Messy hair, a mixture of cinnamon and wood scent, tantalizing bright blue eyes, hoarse voice, mascular body beside me. A woman like me can't be bless more and I am lucky to have this scenery every morning.

"Good morning to you too babe,"

Chris' face nuzzled on my neck, leaving a small kisses on it slowly moving up, near on my earlobe. We are both anked underneath the thick duvet, so his calloused free hand easily touch my bare legs, spreading it gently.

"Chris..." I softly moan as I felt that something is poking my thighs. "Can we please continue this later? I'm very drained from last night,"

I don't want to reject him however I can't also give what he wants considering my condition right now. And Chris as understanding and loving husband he didn't get offended by my rejection instead he gently nod his head. Kissing my right temple before brushing away the hair on my face.

"Alright my love. You can rest in the bed whilst I'd make us a special breakfast-"

"Stay with me please?" I cutted him off. "Please my love, cuddle with me." I hold his waist tightly pursing my lips.

Chris' sigh contently. "Ofcourse." he pause before whispering on me. "I love you my queen..."

The butterflies started to float around my stomach. My cheeks started to get flustered from his words. Chris never failed me to make me flutter in a simple and natural way.

"I love you more my King..."

Chris chukle. "Nah, impossible."

Slowly closing my eyes, I didn't argue with Chris anymore. I am now too bless and thankful that god gave him for me. My Valentines happen to be steamy and romantic, I honestly can't ask for more.