I decided to cook the big dinner tonight, so that tomorrow we can just eat leftovers, and spend the day relaxing. Cuddling up on the couch, or maybe out on the deck, watching the ocean.

And of course, fucking each other’s brains out. That’s a given.

Especially with the super sexy surprise gift I have for my man…

The plan is to give James his gift tonight, because I can’t possibly wait until tomorrow. I have actual presents for him tomorrow, but tonight… he’s gonna unwrap me.

While the ham and sides are roasting in oven number one, I stuff the tray of cupcakes into oven number two. Yes, our place has two ovens. It was pretty much a requirement, being I cook that much, certainly enough to put them both to good use.

Not that this little house had two ovens when we bought it, but James had the second one put in after we moved in. He’s also done a bunch of renovations around here on his own, because he’s handy. And I won’t lie, watching him shirtless, hammering and drilling stuff… It pretty much guarantees me on my knees in front of him in the shower once he’s done.

The brown sugar and pineapple glazed ham is baking, fingerling potatoes, carrots and parsnips with it, and a honey balsamic reduction waiting for them as soon as they’re done.

I also made a tropical slaw, as a crisp, citrusy contrast. And for dessert, my famous Mexican hot chocolate cupcakes with horchata buttercream frosting.

I know what you’re thinking… All of this for just the two of you? Why make so much effort?

Well, it’s mainly because I just love to cook. I’ve always done this. Ever since I was about sixteen and decided I loved cooking enough to think up my own recipes, I’ve been creating elaborate meals for James and me to enjoy as a family. Not to mention that we both love to eat, and we’re sort of foodies, too.

It’s fun, and it makes me happy. Cooking is like my own form of therapy.

Although right now, while I’m twirling around the kitchen in nothing but boxers and an apron covering my May All Your Christmases Bea White t-shirt with Bea Arthur and Betty White’s faces on it, I can’t help but focus on James’s words from last night at dinner…

Before those two guys I thought were cool started hitting on us and he freaked out. The memory brings a little smirk to my lips.

Of course, being hit on was sort of flattering, but it’s like I told James last night… Nothing ever would have come of it. Not that I’d ever yuck someone else’s yum. Mad props to any couple who wants to experiment with other people in bed, safely and consensually.