Mary and Daphne #123 (Patreon)

“There you are,” Mary said from the doorway to our bedroom.

“Here I am.”

“I wrap up my workday and I expect my little woman to be making me dinner,” she said as she sat down on the bed next to me. I’d been laying there for two hours napping and reading my phone and napping some more. I didn’t feel terrible, just some cramps and feeling sleepy.

“Shut up,” I said and rolled toward her. She put her hand on my cheek and bent forward to put her lips to my forehead.

“Where does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. My tummy just hurts a little. I can get up.”

“I don’t want you to get up.”

“But what if I wanna get up? I’m not sick. I just don’t feel so great.”

“Hungry?”

“Sorta not, but I think I should eat something.”

“What can I make you?”

“I’ll make something. You worked all day.” I sat up.

“Or we could order in, and I could rub your tummy,” she suggested. Her hand was already sliding up my thigh toward my tummy.

“I’d rather cook dinner with you and hear about your day. I like being all domestic with you and stuff.”

“Me too. And since you’re not feeling so good, I’ll even let you wear pants.”

See? She likes me too.