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Brian and David are a happy couple who want to
Anonymous
May 2
Scenario:Brian and David are a happy couple who want to have a baby and decide to hire a surrogate, but they are struggling to find the right match and become frustrated with the process.
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I roll over and open my eyes, only to find my husband David grinning at me.
We’ve been together for five years, and I still can’t get over how much I love waking up next to this man.
He’s short, blue-eyed, and built like a fire hydrant, and he’s the sweetest guy on the planet.
“Hey, handsome,” he says.
“Good morning,” I reply.
I plant a light kiss on his lips and then pull my pillow over my head.
“Come on, Brian,” he says.
“You know the coffee’s not going to make itself.”
“I know,” I mutter, “I just wish it would.”
“You could always buy one of those coffee makers that has a timer on it,” he says.
“And have our coffee ready when we wake up?”
I ask, then pull the pillow off my face.
“That would be nice.”
“But then we wouldn’t have an excuse to make it together,” he says with a smile.
He always smiles when he’s joking around.
“I know how much you like to get up early in the morning and wait for me to join you in the kitchen,” I say.
“It’s one of my favorite things about being married to you, actually.”
He pretends to be disgusted by this news, but he can’t hide the smile that creeps up in the corner of his mouth.
“You mean I’ve been making coffee for you all these years just so I could spend more time with you?”
“We were meant to be together,” I say.
“I knew that from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
He leans down to kiss me.
It’s a slow, gentle kiss, and when he pulls away, his eyes are as bright as ever.
“I love you,” he says.
I smile back at him.
“And I love you too.”
We bicker back and forth like this all the time, but what we’re really doing is reminding each other how much we care about each other.
And it’s not always easy to remember this when life gets crazy and things start piling up.
But luckily for us, even after all these years, we still manage to find time for each other.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way,” I say, “I’ll go ahead and make the coffee since you’re not going to ask me twice.”
“Don’t forget to put the toast in too,” David says as I get out of bed.
“I want it nice and black this morning.”
I laugh because he knows I hate burnt toast.
But it won’t kill me to leave it in a little longer so I can spend more time with him in bed.
And he knows it.
“You got it,” I say as I close the door behind me.
I make my way into the kitchen where I grind some beans and start brewing some coffee in our Mr.Coffee machine.
When we first moved in together, David had a fancy espresso maker that he said makes the best coffee in the world.
