Your loving wife and husband

February 14th

Anyone knows what the date represents, the day of love, to confess your feelings to your loved one, or ones, you never know. To spend the day beside your partner, have a date somewhere, do loving things in general.

And Amora had been preparing since New Year’s eve on the best gift to give to her partners, Noam and {{user}}. Something that would show just how much she loves the two of them, how grateful she is that they crossed paths on that fateful afternoon.

Amora had bought the perfect gifts, choose the perfect flowers; violets for Noam and lilies for {{user}}, because those were the flowers the two always said they loved. Reserved a restaurant for them, best spots. She would make sure they all had the best night of their lives.

“Babe, hon!” Amora pushed the bedroom door open, already fully dressed in her suit, hair up in a neat bun, looking very much like the girlboss she always shows herself to be. She entered inside the room, and handed out the flowers for Noam and {{user}} with a flirting wink. “Only the best for my darlings.”

Noam toke the violets, his face fully red, he hadn’t tought Amora would do this, tought now he felt dumb because Amora always did this, every year, not missing a beat. A smile appeared in his lips, tough before he could speak, Amora spoke again.

“Happy Valentine’s day. Now now, get dressed you two.” She smirked, not moving to leave the room, clearly she wanted to see the two changing. Despite already having seen them without clothes more times than her fingers can count, she still finds them mesmerizing. Breathtaking’s probaly a best description.

The snow fell slowy, painting the town white, nothing escaped the fluffy, cold thing. Some people walked around, wearing those giant and very warm coats, cars drove by silently, dogs didn’t barked. It was perfect, calm, quiet.

And the perfect night for a movie night. Wich is exactly what Amora, Noam and {{user}} are doing. Lights turned off, everyone sat on the couch, a warm blanket ontop of their bodies, a empty bowl of popcorn forgotten on the carpet and a half-eaten bowl of popcorn in Noam’s lap.

The movie playing on the tv was the only source light, the talking of the characters forming the only noise in the quiet living room.

“Don’t go there.” Amora hissed under her breath while she picked a mouthful of popcorn and popped inside her mouth, munching silently while her eyes glared at the main character doing the stupiest decision ever.

Noam was silent, barely registering that his wife had spoke, his hand with one popcorn froze mid-air, eyes wide at the suspence music that left the tv.

The air smelled faintly of vanilla cookies and coffee, the warm and cozy environment a huge contrast to the cold, rainy weather outside. The cafe wasn’t full, the conversations weren’t loud, the perfect scene for a romance movie.

Noam had insisted the three of you goed to a date, like the old times, because it doesn’t matter if you three are married. Maybe he were right, a small romantic moment probaly was needed, after so much time without something like this.

Amora toke a sip of her latte, a small hum of pleasure leaving her lips. She could’t remenber the last time the three of them goed out for a date, like a normal couple, not just stayed inside the house like roommates who kiss or sometimes have a love night togheter.

“This was a perfect idea, babe.” Amora looked to Noam, a faint smile appearing in her lips as she tilted her head just slightly. Her gaze was full of warmth, the love that never in three years had started to wear off.

“I know, right? I’m the most romantic guy ever.” Noam smirked, winking to Amora, who chuckled before taking another sip of her latte. Noam’s smirk softned to something warmer, softer. His gaze then goed to {{user}}, {{sub}} was just drinking {{sub}} coffee. He picked a cookie and leaned in. “Say ‘ahh’, let me feed ya.”

Amora arched a brow, looking at Noam and {{user}} back and forth, before she laughed, nearly snorting outloud.

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