written by: Bear edited by: DecipleoftheForest & Aenae The Anniversary of a deeply loving couple

ANNIVERSARY [MF, anal, rom, caution]

I stumbled my way into the bedroom. I was drunk. Call it what you want: plastered, wasted, toasted, etc. I was fucked up. The room was spinning. My head hurt and I was just shy of up-chucking whatever remains of food had been in my stomach.

I was trying to get myself to the bathroom. I only made it as far as her dressing room before collapsing onto the floor. I awoke sometime later and I found myself pulling up on the chair to her vanity table. It was a struggle to get up. And I fell numerous times. One of the times, I accidentally knocked over a bottle. The immediate fragrance of the perfume filled the air and brought back memories...

Ever since she was introduced to Clive Christian's Perfume No.1, she always commented on how she loved the fragrance, but didn't want to spend so much money on something as trivial as perfume. I have to admit that it did smell great on her when she first tried it. She yearned for the perfume, but had convinced herself that she would never be able to afford that bottle of perfume. I was going to change that.

I was driving down Rodeo Drive to make preparations for our anniversary night. I was going to make it a night to remember. We both had high paying jobs that gave us a little more of a luxurious life than most. Even so, I knew I would be stretching my budget with all that was planned. But she was worth it. She was the light of my life. And she deserved everything that I would do for her tonight.

The first stop that I made was to Palette Maquillage for the perfume. This was an exquisite boutique that had some of the most hard to find beauty care products. It took me a while to find a store that carried the perfume. When we first encountered Clive Christian's Perfume No.1, it was when we were honeymooning in France. But I was able to finally find it here.

The sales associate, brought out the black velvet box. The box itself was already awe-inspiring. It was embroidered and gold-leafed. When she opened the box, the bottle was resting on soft satin. I was admiring the bottle. She noticed this and informed me of the rarity of the item.

"... this rare bottle is handmade from lead crystal. The neck is 24-karat gold-plated sterling silver, stamped with unique hallmarks and set with a brilliant-cut 1-carat diamond solitaire. The stopper is fashioned after the original design granted by Queen Victoria..."

"Thank you," I said as I interrupted her. I wasn't trying to be rude. I just was in a hurry because there were a few more stops that I had to make before evening. "I will go ahead and purchase the item."

I took the bag and headed into my car for my next destination: The House of Harry Winston. I purchased the Floral Motif Classic Diamond necklace. This was the item that really set me back a pretty penny. As much as the perfume would be a surprise, this would be a total shock to her. She had no idea I even knew about her desire for this necklace. I had overheard her and her girlfriends one evening as I was coming in from the garage. And they were talking about this specific necklace and how it would look so good on her. She had responded by saying something to the effect of how she will "keep dreaming". I wanted our first year anniversary to be a night where dreams would come true.

My last stop was to the Regent Beverly Wilshire to make sure that the suite was in order. I had the florists immerse the room in red roses and rose petals. And I wanted to make sure everything was perfect. The Regent is one the most elegant hotels on the West Coast. I took the elevator to the presidential suite.

I opened the door, which lead me directly into the main sitting area. Then walked around making sure that all the flowers were carefully arranged. I found the large bags of rose petals on the bed and opened them up. I carefully laid out rose petals on the bed and onto the floor near the bed. I took the second bag and went into the bathroom. I laid some inside the deep sunken marble bathtub. And all round the lip and floor. Placing some around the candles to accentuate the vanilla cr�me color.

Satisfied with it all, I left the room to go home. I was going to give all of her presents to her that evening in the hotel room. But I just couldn't resist and I brought the perfume with me. I wanted to give it to her right away. I couldn't wait.

I got home and called for her. She yelled back that she was in her dressing room. So I went in there. She was beautiful. Sitting there in front of her vanity mirror in her satin white slip. Her hair was done up and it accentuated her neck. I went behind her and kissed her on the side of her face and nuzzled my way up to her ear. She giggled a bit, but turned around, grabbed my face and drew me in for a long deep sensuous kiss.

When we broke the kiss, I held up the box to her. She looked at it and her eyes got wide. She recognized the box from when we saw it in France.

"It couldn't be...no... you didn't..."

"Yes honey. I did."

"Oh baby. I can't believe you got it for me. It's so expensive."

"For you, it's worth it."

She opened the box and started to tear up. She gently placed the box on her vanity table and then hugged me fiercely. Her voice was barely a whisper when she thanked me.

To be honest with you, I'm not sure I wasn't a little crazy when I bought it for her. After all, how the hell could one little bottle of perfume cost over eighteen hundred dollars. But one look at her when I gave it to her was all the evidence I needed to be sure it was well worth the money.

"Honey, this will be a night you won't ever forget. I was going to give you the perfume later on at the hotel. But I just couldn't wait. Why don't you finish getting ready. I have some last minute things I need to take care of at the hotel, so I'll head over there first. Come to the hotel when you're ready."

"Ok baby." I kissed her on the forehead, then went into my closet, gathered my things and left for the hotel.

In my drunken state I looked at the liquid that lay in a little pool on the vanity table. The smell of the perfume permeated my senses. It was light and airy, yet powerful at the same time. It was a good fit for her as that described her as well.

I sat in her chair thinking about that first year of marriage. Thinking about that first year of marriage brought a smile to my face even through my nausea. The amount of love that we shared with each other that first year of marriage was incredible. I don't think that two people could have been more in love. We were compatible in every sense of the word.

I dipped my finger into the little pool of perfume water and brought it to my nose. The smell just reminds me of that night, washing her hair.

She brought the perfume with her. We were pouring in a little of it in with the unscented bubble bath. I turned off the water when the tub was all filled up and lit all the candles that I placed earlier around the tub. I asked her to stand in front of me. She was beautifully stunning in her evening dress. The diamond necklace that I gave her earlier that evening shown brightly against her skin and her black velvet dress. I stepped behind her and reached for the zipper in the middle of her back. She turned her head slightly to look at me.

It warmed my heart to see her looking back at me shyly. She was blushing. As I was finishing unzipping her dress, I lightly kissed her shoulder. A moan escaped her lips and she was excited from the contact. I pushed the straps off of her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor.

It was then, that I knew why she was blushing. She was wearing this beautiful French-cr�me colored corset. It had delicate Bastille lace trim. She was breath taking in it. Under that she was wearing this tiny thong. She was an exquisite creature to admire. Beauty, grace and elegance radiated from her. I don't think I could have been more turned on than at that moment.

I took a minute to admire her. She was gushing with the attention that I was paying to her. It felt like it was the first time all over again. Is it possible to fall in love with someone over and over again? That's how I felt about her. She was the center of my life. She was the day and the night. Her beauty within was the only thing that surpassed her physical beauty. And every day that I knew her was another day I loved her.

I turned her around to face me and we brought our lips together. The kiss was sweet and soft and demure. Yet it had promise of things to come. As we broke the kiss, I placed my arms around her and brought her into a hug. I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you baby. Always and forever. I love you." She brought her head down to rest upon my chest as her arms circled my neck.

We stayed like that for a little while. Both of us not wanting to move. It was comfortable standing there, embracing and basking in the glow that was our love. I felt her shudder a slight bit. I also felt wetness on my chest where her face was. She was crying. And truth be told, so was I. We were both overjoyed with the love that we felt at that moment for each other.

Finally she brought her arms down so that she could wipe her tears away. But I held her wrists before she could do that. I then took her chin and lifted it. I bent down and kissed her tears. She looked up and saw my tears as well. She took her hands and wiped them away and kissed me on the lips again. This kiss was passionate and unbridled. It was more direct in showing each that we wanted the other.

I broke the kiss and pushed her away at arms length. She whimpered slightly at the loss of contact. I tenderly shushed her and moved my hands down to the hooks on the front of her corset. I moved down from hook to hook, releasing the corset from her body. When I unhooked the last one, the corset unwrapped around her and fell to the floor. Before me, this superb beauty stood. Her large breasts were unconfined now and protruded proudly. Her nipples were straining so hard that it seemed almost as if they would leave her body. Her chest was heaving and her breath was shallow with anticipation.

I brought my head down and placed soft kisses her neck just right under her chin. I moved down slowly, all the time kissing her tenderly. Down to the area between her breasts. Down to the top part of her stomach where she giggled. Down to the belly button. And finally down to the top hem of her thong panties. As I kissed her there, I took the top part of the panties with my teeth and started removing them. I held her ass cheeks with my hands while I was doing this. Her eyes had closed and her head had tilted slightly sideways and backwards. One of her hands was on her breast and the other was on the back of my head. She was enjoying the moment tremendously.

When I brought the panties to her knees, she intuitively lifted one leg allowing that side of the panty to fall. Then she lifted the other leg and stood there completely naked. I took her right leg and kept it lifted. I kissed the top hill of her foot in the same treatment as before on the top of her body. I moved to the ankle. Up to the shin. Up to the knee. Up to the thigh. As I was on her thigh, I moved slightly inwards to the promise land. I smelled her scent. It was sweet and musky at the same time. She was definitely aroused as she was wet to the touch. She kept her pubic area completely shaven. That was a habit shared by the both of us. We liked the touch of skin.

I kissed the outer part of her pussy. Her lips were soft and puffy. One kiss and they opened in beautiful blossom. My tongue darted out as I licked her from the bottom of her opening to her now protruding clit. She was moaning softly now. Her eyes were still closed and her eyebrows were arched. She was grabbing handfuls of my hair now as I continued to alternate between kissing and licking her. Every so often I would gently blow air at her clit, causing her whole body to shudder and goose bumps to appear.

I bit one of her lips softly and pulled slightly. That elicited a pleasurable response from her. All the time, I was rubbing her ass with my hands. She was grinding her hips slightly to meet with my tongue entering into her. I took my right hand off of her ass and pushed a finger slowly into her. She was really hot and wet, so my finger slid in easily. She was moaning audibly now bucking her hips a little more. I pushed the finger in and out of her, slightly twisting it each time to touch all around the walls of her pussy.

She was really getting into this, so I pushed a second finger into her. I turned my hand palm up and curled my two fingers as I pushed in and out of her. This come hither motion really turned her on. She was as hot as a firecracker ready to explode. She was wildly gyrating her hips now and yelling, "Oh baby. Yes, keep doing that. Ughhh.... It feels so good. Yes baby. Ughhh... I'm gonna come. You're gonna make me cum baby."

Within a few more seconds, her whole body went stiff. Her mouth was open, but no sound was coming from it. Both of her hands were grabbing onto my hair. I could feel her pussy fluctuating rapidly. My whole right hand and arm was being coated with wetness as she came. She very rarely had female ejaculations, so she must have been extremely turned on. It was probably only a few minutes, but it seemed like she was in this state for hours.

Finally she let out an "uhhhhhh" and her body slumped. She had passed out. I held onto her and gently brought her down to the floor. I didn't want her to stay too long on the cold marble floor, so I lifted her and brought her into the warm tub. I was careful to lay her in there gently. But now my arms were soaked with both her juices and the water from the tub. I laid her propped up to the side of the tub. I stepped back and peeled off the now wet tuxedo shirt I was wearing. I took off my cumber bun and socks, but left my tuxedo slacks still on.

I went back to her and brought her hair back a little. I took the washcloth and dipped it into the water. Gently I washed her face. This stirred her awake. After being a little disoriented, she looked at me with such adoration and love. I brought the cloth down to her neck and started washing it. I put the cloth down and had her lay back a bit.

I had two large pitchers of warm water set aside earlier. I took one of them and slowly poured water on her hair. I then took the shampoo and squeezed some onto the palm of my hand. I lathered my hands together and then placed them on her head. I gently rubbed the shampoo into her hair. She sighed in content. And her hair had the sweet soft smell of the shampoo mixed with a little of the perfumed water.

After lathering all of her hair with the shampoo, I took what was left of the first pitcher of water and rinsed out her hair. I poured with my left hand, as I used my right hand to brush her hair as the water rolled off of her. Her hair was sufficiently rinsed, so I took the conditioner and applied some to her hair. As I was applying the conditioner, I gently rubbed her scalp in small circular patterns with my fingertips.

I left the conditioner in there for about five more minutes and then rinsed her hair with the other pitcher of warm water. She was purring as I stroked her hair to get the conditioner and water out. It warmed my heart to see her as content as she was. When I was done with that, I got up to get her loofah so that I could wash her. I poured some body wash onto the loofah and rubbed it to lather it up some.

I held the loofah on her chest and started to rub softly onto her body. I asked her to stand up so that I could wash her. I stood up with her. As I was washing her chest and stomach, she reached my belt and undid the buckle. I opened up my arms a bit to allow her easier access to my pants. She then undid the clasp and zipper to my slacks and pulled down to release them from my waist. This had all been very sensual, so my cock was already semi-hard and sprang out from being trapped under my slacks. I did not have any underwear on. I don't usually. It was a habit I picked up before I married her. And it just felt more comfortable than the restraint of briefs or even boxers.

I stepped out of my slacks with her help and then continued washing her without missing a beat. Her skin was radiating off of the light coming from the candles. She was my love goddess: more beautiful than the flower blossoms in the spring and more radiant than dawn's first light.

After soaping up her whole body, I took the remains of the second pitcher of warm water and poured it over her, rinsing her body. I placed the pitcher down and started to move her back into the water to relax, but she had other plans as she pulled me into the tub with her. Our lips met once again. This time her tongue darted out and met mine as we wrestled inside our mouths.

Our bodies were plastered to each other. Her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. I could feel her heart beating with mine. Our hearts were beating as one. We melted in each other's arms, lost to the world around us. All I could concentrate on was she and all she could focus on was I.

We both sat down in the tub, still kissing. Her arms and legs were wrapped around me, holding on as if for dear life. We finally broke the kiss as I laid her down with her back to the edge of the tub. I brought my mouth towards her left nipple and teased it with my tongue. It was already hard and pointy, but when I did this, it created goose bumps around her areola.

Her hands went to her pussy and she was rubbing her clit slowly. The movement of her hands created small waves in the bathtub. Suckling her nipple was strangely comforting to the both of us. I brought my right hand to her left breast to caress it as my tongue was flicking the teat of her right breast. My saliva was coating her sensitive skin.

I moved up from her breasts and kissed her once again. Our tongues were exploring each other's mouths once again in a playful banter. She quickly pulled me towards her and felt my dick bump her thigh. She could feel that I was painfully hard. I felt her hand move down under the water. The electric feeling of her touch was so great that I almost jumped when I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft. I moaned audibly in pleasure into her mouth. But she kept up the tongue-play without skipping a beat.

She pumped her hand a few times before she guided it towards her entrance. Even in the warm water, I could still feel the heat radiating from her delicious passionflower. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit a few times before she finally pulled it into her. When my head had penetrated into her, she let out a loud, "unnngghhhh!"

I gradually inched my way deep inside of her. It was deliciously slow. I could feel every ripple inside of her canal. Both of us had our eyes closed, as we wanted to focus our sensations on the single act of my entry. It really enhanced the feeling and brought us closer together.

We both moaned happily as I bottomed out. Throughout this process, our lips never left each other. We continued to kiss while holding still with my dick lodged firmly in her pussy. Our arms were wrapped around each other and I started caressing her back. I twirled little circles around her shoulder blades, massaging them as I went along.

We finally broke the kiss, panting with either the loss of breath or with anticipation. Not being able to bear it any longer, we both started moving our hips. Our movements were independent at first, but as time went on, we synchronized our thrusts. The movement of the water also calmed into a stead wall of waves pushing back and forth against the bathtub lip. Some of the water had splashed and doused a few candles, but we were too absorbed in each other to notice.

The feeling of water in between us as I pulled out of her and pushed back in was incredible. It was a soothing feeling to have the contact of the warm water on my shaft as I exited her. The flow of water filled her pussy and then was pushed out when my dick re-entered her. It was exhilarating to feel the fluid motion around our sex.

Tilting my head a little, I brought my face towards her neck and kissed her lightly. I brought my lips down upon her skin. I lifted my lips and brought my teeth out as I lightly nibbled her neck. I traced her jaw line up to her earlobe. This I nibbled as well and pulled with my lips. This was an erogenous zone of hers and she was being driven wild by it. I could feel her thrusting herself with much more force. She opened her eyes to look at me and I could see the wild passion deep inside of her.

I brought my head in line with hers. Our eyes locked on each other. We looked deep into each other's soul. We kept up the furious pace of sex. But no matter how hard and deep I thrust into her, we never lost eye contact. We never broke the connection that we had with each other.

Finally the orgasms that built up between us were on the verge of exploding. Our passion had built up over all this time and we were ready to release it all. I buried myself deep within her and let loose. She felt the cum pouring into her and she immediately went into an intensive orgasm as well. This wasn't the silent orgasm that she had before. This was the screaming, glass shattering, wake up the whole neighborhood, cum. She screamed for a full minute before she slumped onto me breathing hard.

We just held each other like that trying to catch our breaths, not wanting to let go.

I woke up with my head still in a fog. I noticed that I had fallen asleep on her vanity table. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was only a couple of hours later. My mouth felt like a cat had died in it. I searched on her table for a cup to get some water in. While searching, I stumbled upon a red velvet box. This was the box that carried her necklace. I sat there staring at the box, holding it in my hands. I rotated it slowly, thinking as I was looking at it. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry that I have ever seen in person. But even then, it was nothing compared to her beauty.

I opened the box up and the necklace reflected brightly off of the mirror lights. Oh how they shined in the light. It was just like her eyes. That was one of the things that attracted me to her. I know it sounds like bullshit. But it truly was. I remember meeting her the first time at the conference in North Carolina. I saw her on the other side of the room and our eyes met. I drowned that night in the pool of her eyes. I didn't hear one thing that night. I don't think she did either. We were just locked into each other. It was love at first sight.

I closed the box and put it back on the table. I then looked at my hands. How dirty and scrubby they have become. My hands... the hands that... I remember after the bath, the massage.

I got out of the tub first and picked up a towel. I didn't even care that I was still soaking wet. I motioned for her to come out of the tub. She got out and I wrapped the towel around her. She snuggled against me as I wiped her dry. I kissed her on the forehead. She looked up and smiled at me.

"Happy Anniversary. Thank you for a lovely evening, baby."

"The evening isn't over yet. I have more planned for you honey."

"I don't know if I could take anymore," she giggled.

"Shhh... Let me just help you relax."

I picked her up still wrapped in the towel and I brought her over to the bed. I laid her gently on the bed and took the towel off. I told her to lie on her stomach. I started blowing all over her skin to sensitize it. I could see all the goose bumps forming all over her body. I did this all over her back. I then took a rose petal and started to lightly run it all over her back. I started on her neck brushing the petal back and forth on her neck. She was humming softly as I did this. I moved down to her back with the petal. As I did this, I kissed her on the back of her neck. Gently brushing the petal on her skin maintained the sensitivity as the goose bumps never left. I did this treatment all over her backside. She was most sensitive on her thighs. When I got there, she really couldn't lay there still. She wanted to get more feeling. But I ran my fingers through her hair and told her to just relax. I wanted her to be more and more sensitized, which would bring the pleasure that much more later on.

After the flower treatment, I got the heating oil out and poured some on my palm. I rubbed both hands together until I felt the oil activating. This created a very warm sensation all over my hands. Once I felt it was warm enough, I put my hands over her back. I didn't touch her back, but I placed my hands close enough for her to feel the warmth coming from my hands. I slowly worked my hands all over her back. This drove her crazy as she was again feeling the sensation of stimulation that left her wanting more.

She got warm as well from this treatment. I could feel her skin was getting closer to the temperature coming from my hands. She was writhing right now, still trying to get me to actually touch her. Finally, when I sensed that she couldn't take any more of this, I got her to relax by actually placing my hands on her back and massaging her. I worked every part of her back releasing tightness anywhere that I found it.

After I massaged her whole back, I asked her to turn around. Her chest was heaving. She must have been excited by the stimulation that I was giving her. I did the same treatment on her front side, except that I did everything in reverse. I first gave her the massage to keep her relaxed, but then I did the hot oil treatment and then the rose petal treatment. I wanted to start her from an excited position, to a relaxed position and then back to an excited position.

I must have succeeded because she finally jumped up and tackled me on the bed. She had enough of the stimulation and needed me to fuck her silly right then and there. I was already hard from this, so it was easy for her to push me back onto the bed, get on top of me and impale herself on my dick.

I don't think that I have ever seen her that full of lust. I thought that it was really wild when we fucked in the bathtub. But that was mild compared to how she was right now. It was amazing. She was cumming in a matter of seconds. With how she was madly jumping up and down on my dick, I wasn't far behind. It was only a few more seconds and I was grunting and shooting my cum deep into her. She was in her own world though and didn't even stop humping me. She had her back arched and I could see that her eyelids were open, but her eyes were rolled to the back of her head. She was also moaning and muttering incomprehensive words. This created an unexpected effect on my dick as I maintained my erection through this. We continued to fuck for a while until she had a few more orgasms. Being that I just came twice in the past couple of hours, I knew that I wasn't going to need to cum for some time.

She finally came back to Earth after the last orgasm and fell onto my chest. We had a good workout as once again we were panting for air. My dick was still hard and buried within her. She nuzzled on my neck and whispered, "Honey, please fuck my ass." I almost fell off the bed from shock. She giggled at my reaction.

"Are you sure honey? You've never done that before."

"Yes baby. I want you to take my ass. Tonight has been perfect and I want to give you something that I have never given anyone else."

I looked at her for a moment. When she saw me looking, she said, "Please" very softly.

I lifted her up off of me and laid her on the bed. I then got up off the bed and scouted her ass to the edge of the bed. I started to lick her pussy coating it with saliva and getting some of her juices. Well, actually, it was her juices and mine as I had came in her earlier. I didn't mind it though. It was mine after all. I then moved my mouth down to her ass and lubricated it with my tongue. I trued to coat her anal opening as well as I could. I then took my finger and rubbed it in her pussy and then brought it to her ass and stuck it in there to coat the inside.

When I felt that I had sufficiently lubed her, I got up and positioned my cock on her anal opening. I pushed in slowly. The resistance was tremendous at first. I was having great difficulty pushing the crown of my head through. I just didn't want to push too hard and hurt her. She sensed what was going on and timed it so that on one of my pushes, she pushed back and the head of my cock breached her anal ring. She let out a scream and I was scared that I had hurt her. But she recovered quickly and told me to just stay still for a minute.

I asked her how badly she was hurt. And she surprised me by saying that it did hurt, but not as bad as she thought it would at first. She was just surprised by the sudden invasion of my cock in her ass. I have to admit that it was very tight and even though I had spent myself, I was feeling another impending orgasm coming.

Finally she asked me to push again. I told her that I thought it would be best if she pushed instead because she would know when to stop. So she started pushing. It was a very painfully slow process. But luckily that cut down on the physical pain for her. It was probably only minutes, but it seemed like hours when I finally had my entire dick in her ass.

"Oh baby, this feels so full. I can't believe the feeling."

"You're not hurting are you?"

"At first it was hurting. But now, it just feels full and starting to feel good."

When we both felt comfortable, I started to push in and out of her. She grunted with each stroke. But I could tell that she was getting more and more used to it. I could hardly take it anymore and I told her that I was about to come. Upon hearing this, she said, "Fuck my ass now. Fuck it hard baby."

That did it. I rammed my cock in and out of her furiously for a few more strokes and emptied myself into her. She didn't come that time, but she did say that she felt very good.

I took my rapidly deflating dick out of her. She whimpered a little at the loss of contact. I went into the bathroom and got a fresh washcloth. I ran some hot water and then rung the cloth in the water. I then took it back to the bed and wiped her clean.

We were cuddled on the bed after this with me stroking her hair as she nuzzled me on my neck. I looked at her with complete awe at how lucky I was for having her. She was beautiful with her afterglow.

She looked up at me with such love. I don't think I could have been any happier than I was at that moment. Boy was I wrong.

"Baby. Tonight has been a dream come true. I don't mean the gifts either. They were very appreciated, but they weren't necessary. The night was perfect just from us spending the time together. I love you."

"I love you too honey."

She smiled at me warmly. "You know how I told you that I wanted to give you something that I never gave anyone before."

"Yeah and it was fantastic. You weren't hurt too badly from it, were you?"

"No baby. I wasn't hurt at all. Well, it hurt a little at first. But it wasn't bad at all. And especially in the end, it felt really good. I think I could get used to it. After all, practice makes perfect."

I grinned at her.

"I can tell that you like the idea. Anyway baby, there was something else that I wanted to give you that I have never given to anyone before."

"What's that honey?"

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"No. Not you. I mean a baby. I wanted to share this with you tonight. The gift I want to give you is your child. Baby. I'm pregnant."

My heart leapt with joy. I hugged her tightly. I couldn't believe it. I was going to be a father! I was so happy that I cried. She was crying too. We sat on the bed just holding each other.

I finally got up from the chair and went across the bathroom to my closet. I walked in and retrieved my Ferragamo shoebox from the top shelf, walked back over to her dressing room and sat back down in front of her vanity mirror. I looked at the shoebox knowing what was in the contents of that box. Looking at that shoebox also reminded me of early that morning.

We were so happy that we wanted to go home. The hotel was nice, but we want to spend the rest of the evening at home, just the two of... no, just the THREE of us. We got all our things and went down to check out. I signed for the bill and we started to walk towards the valet area when I suddenly remembered that I had brought two pairs of shoes earlier and I left my Ferragamo's in the room closet. Since we had drove two cars here, I told her to go ahead first and then I would catch up with her later.

I had to wait for the bellhop to come back down before he took me back up to the room to get my shoes. After that, I was a little perturbed that it took a while to get my car. When I finally got into the car, I noticed that it was a good half hour past the time that she left for home. I was thinking that she might be worried that I was so far behind, so I called home to let her know how far I was. Strangely enough, the answering machine picked up. I shrugged it off thinking that she might have just been in the bathroom. So I left a message to let her know I'd be home in about 20 minutes.

I got off the freeway and turned towards home. I wondered why there was a little traffic here, especially at four in the morning. My question was answered when I saw some emergency vehicles up ahead with the lights shining. It took a little while, but traffic moved enough so that I was finally close enough to the commotion to see it all. My heart dropped when I saw my wife's Mercedes sandwiched between a tree and another car.

I held the shoebox in my hands just staring at it.

The cops had told me that night she didn't suffer. Her death was instantaneous. It didn't help me any though. I was crushed. That night, a year ago to the day I lost my wife and my child-to-be. I lived a year without her in agony. It was painful just getting up from bed everyday. I cried every night.

I looked up from the shoebox and stared at myself in the mirror. I opened up the shoebox and took out my 9mm. I cocked the gun, put it in my mouth and closed my eyes.