Date Night

So, ummm…this happened…

Yeah, yeah…I know. I said I wasn’t ready, and it wasn’t the time. But, when is it ever the time? Is anyone ever truly ready to become a parent? Well, anyone other than my wife? Besides, I have to live with this woman, and so it’s within my own best interests to keep her happy. If a baby is what she wants, then a baby is what she gets! I’m excited though. I just wish I could call my mama and tell her…

Anyway, I completed the computer whiz aspiration, and it didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted to do next. Leliana is my soulmate. I know she knows that, but I still feel pretty strong about feeling that the Watcher placed her in my care; I take my responsibilities seriously. I want her to feel loved and cherished at all times, so I chose the soulmate aspiration. I know sometimes she still has bad memories and nightmares from the past and may still feel like she’s being watched. But, I’m going to do everything I can do to make her feel at ease. So, I planned this date night. I took her back to the resort where we had our honeymoon for a fancy dinner and a massage, but it turns out they don’t massage pregnant women. Those punks.

I asked her if she was having a good time, and she said yes. I told her how beautiful she was, and if we’re having a girl, I hoped that she would be every bit as beautiful as she is. Then I told her about my failed plans for the night.


Devan is such a wonderful man! I am the luckiest woman in the world! Our child is so fortunate to be born to us. Devan took me out on a date! Not counting the honeymoon, we hadn’t been out on a proper date since we were actually dating. That’s fine by me. I do not need fancy food and a chic environment to know that he loves me. He is enough for me.

So, we went back to the resort where we spent two glorious weeks honeymooning. He seemed a bit nervous, and he kept checking on me to make sure I was having a good time. At first I thought he was being extra attentive because of the baby, but when he confessed that this night was not going to go as he had planned, I knew he thought that I would be disappointed. What a silly thought! He said he had planned for me to get a massage, but they would not permit me because I’m pregnant.

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I told him not to be upset. As a matter of fact, I thanked him for the evening and told him how much I loved him. I said that he spends so much time caring for and protecting me, I often do not get to return his kindness. So, I asked him if I could give him a massage! How hard could it be?

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“You wanna what” is what I said. Massage me? Will they even let us do that? Has she even massaged anyone before? There’s a first time for everything, I guess. We went on upstairs to the spa area. FIRST OF ALL…I didn’t appreciate all those stairs we had to climb! I’m lazy, and my wife is pregnant. It was not a good look for us. But, anyway…I found a locker room and got changed into a towel–not that I really needed one, he he he. But, you know, it’s a public facility, and anyone could walk in. Can’t have people seeing all my business! I lay down on the table, and she started rubbing on me.

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It tickled at first before she figured out she needed to massage me and not rub me like a rack of lamb. After a while, she was getting pretty good! Sitting in front of a computer all day and night really does a number on my shoulders. She worked all that mess out. When she was done with me, I felt soft and smooth like yogurt. Maybe I should buy a table for the house, and she can do this all the time.

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The way I felt, I could have slid all the way down all those steps when we were leaving. And, just as I suspected, wearing a towel was a good idea. We had an unexpected visitor! I was trying to appreciate my wife, and this woman was just standing there. Go be someone else’s third wheel!

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