Maxim
I walk downstairs the next morning finding my beautiful wife already sitting at the dining room table. As usual her plate is ready but she is not eating. She always waits for me and this morning I cannot stop the smile at her gesture. Franco hands me a plate and I go sit next to Carys. She looks at me with a shy smile and I return it. “Good morning carissima. How did you sleep?”
She sits up more. “Ok. I am ready to leave when you are.”
I nod “Eat please. We have a long day ahead of us and I do not want you to tire because you haven’t taken care of yourself and fueled up your beautiful body.”
She turns a little pink but picks up her fork. Franco tells me how often she skips lunch. Probably something left over from her mother’s comments about her figure.
Breakfast over, I send Ca
