Dance With Me

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Demi

"Good morning, mi bella esposa." (my beautiful wife.) I heard Nick saying softly as I blink open my eyes, looking into the familar eyes of my husband.

A smile curled on my lips as I look at him. "Buenos días esposo." (Good morning husband.) I say back, smiling as he reaches forward and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead. I move so our bodies were pressed together, cuddling into him. I felt his fingers softly caress my bare back, my arm drape over his bare chest.

"Another day for work, are you ready?" He asks me and I smile, looking up at my husband for fourteen years.

"Of course, you know I love teaching dance classes." I say, smiling at him.

"Me too, so are we gonna branch out?" He asks me about our business together. I wrinkle my nose at him, not knowing about that yet.

"Give me some time to think, I have no idea yet." I tell him and he nods.

He then leans down to kiss me, but I push his face away from me before he could, laughing as he scowls. "No, I just woke up, you're not kissing me with morning breath."

"So if I brush my teeth I can kiss you all I want?" He asks me and I nodded, laughing as he jumps out of our bed and running into the bathroom naked.

"¡Ponte ropa! ¡Sabes que nuestro hijos pueden entrar en algún momento!" (Put on clothes! You know our kids would enter at any moment!) I called out to him, earning a okay from him. I roll my eyes at him, getting up and shrugging his shirt over my head then slipping on my panties before joining him in the bathroom. He already had some basketball shorts on and a white tshirt when I join him, brushing his teeth. I lean against him, brushing my own teeth before laughing as we finished, he threw me over his shoulder and walk back to bed with me.

Nick throws me onto the bed, pinning my hands above my head as he towers over me. I raise my eyebrows at him, smiling at my husband. Nick had learn Spanish after we got married, now could speak fluently in it.

"You know, I always wonder why you didn't dump my ass a long time ago." He says and I look at him.

"Why would I? You're the love of my life." I say.

"And you are mine, but I didn't think we would hang on this long." Nick says.

"Ah, well that's the magic of true love cariño, it goes on forever." I say, smiling at him as he leans down and kisses me. I kiss him back, happy that he still made my stomach flip and turn at the sight of him and his kisses.

Between kisses, he murmurs. "I love you,"

"I love you too," I mumble back, biting down on his lip and smiling as I earn a groan from him.

Then he pulls away and we smiled at each other. "One, two. . ." We both said and heard the familiar voice of one of our daughters yelling.

"¡MAMI PAPI VICTOR ME QUITO MY PELUCHE!" (MOM DAD VICTOR TOOK MY STUFF ANIMAL!) She yells before swinging open our bedroom door, and Nick groans as he collapse onto the bed next to me, making me giggle as our daughter, Naomi, climbs up into our bed and comes to my side. Noami was our third daughter, at the age of six, having my eyes and Nick's curls yet favor my looks more.

"Victor! ¡Venga acá!" (Come over here!) Nick calls for our second eldest son while I hold Naomi to me, kissing her head as she looks at me with a red face and tears in her eyes.

I could hear him groan as he walks into our room, a annoyed expression on his face as he enters. He looked exactly as his father, the same handsomeness. Victor was eleven.