I run into the bedroom, take a flying leap, & land on the lump under the duvet cover.   Nate rolls over, grinning.  I climb on top of him & run my fingers through those crazy curls on top of his head.

“Baby, I am in a mood,” I declare with a wink.

He attempts to sit up.  “Really?!  Well, let’s go then!”

“You’re serious – you want to?!”  & he’s all HELL YEAH I WANT TO.  “Are you sure?” I ask.  “I don’t think we have the necessary stuff.”

::blank stare::

“What are you talking about?  I bought condoms the other day,” he said.

Yeah.  I’m talking about re-doing the bathroom.

His head falls back on the pillow with a defeated sigh.

“So….how do you feel about deep plum?” I ask.