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Neil stood next to the bed, admiring his incredible wife as she lay sleeping. It was already close to nine on a picture-perfect Saturday morning in late July, but he'd let her sleep in, wanting to get things ready for their day ahead. It was hard not to be captured by her beauty, and it took all of his willpower not to peel down the silk sheet covering her, knowing her sexy naked body was underneath.
Ann roused as she sensed her husband staring at her. Blinking as she woke up more fully, she took a moment to focus. She was drawn to his face, his brilliant blue eyes smiling at her. Her own eyes gazed at him, the definition of his muscled bare chest and hard abdomen practically popping out. She stole a glance at his crotch, her heart fluttering from the thought of the package that was hidden behind his sexy black boxers.
"Happy birthday, babe," he said with a bright grin, a different present in his hand.
How quickly her demeanor changed. The sight of what he was holding made her recoil; his greeting creating a reaction even she couldn't have anticipated just seconds before.
"AGGGHHHH!" she yelled out, her fists clenched underneath the sheets as she shook her head back and forth like an angry little girl. She'd become agitated, which oddly made him laugh. "Stop it!" she snapped.
"Come on. You can't be serious. Are you really going to let this bother you?"
"Yes," she said, her arms folding in defiance, a pout on her angelic face.
He couldn't help but smile because she looked so adorable lying there. He kept waiting for her to hold her breath in hope of getting her way. It was a childish reaction, but he'd seen it coming for weeks.
"Anna, this is silly. Open your present."
"NO!" she barked.
"You're going to like it."
"I don't care. I told you, I will NOT celebrate this!"
"Jeez you can be stubborn. Okay, I guess I'll just take it back, then."
Her eyes shifted back and forth between his face and the shiny package he was holding. She was checking his expression while thinking of what might be inside. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved when he bought her things, even though in this case she told him absolutely not to.
Caving to her inner desires, she sat up, her bare breasts coming into his view as she reached toward it. "Well... if you went to all that trouble -"
"It's no trouble to take it back," he grinned, pulling the perfectly wrapped box back from her reach.
She became exasperated, hating that he was teasing her like he was. Yes, it was silly. Yes, she was being stubborn. But she couldn't help it. It was how she honestly felt.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE THIRTY!" she screamed as she fell back onto the mattress.
He knew he'd pushed too far, and he felt bad about it. Sitting on the bed next to her, he leaned down and gave her a long, sexy kiss. Her mood instantly improved. It was too hard to be mad when she had such a wonderful husband. The fact that he was sexy and shirtless made her melt; her mouth parted slightly for his tongue to slip past her lips.
When he broke away, she almost got lost in his piercing blue eyes. Then he whispered, "What did I tell you when it happened to
me
last year, babe?"
She thought about how he'd reacted to his milestone birthday the previous October, and how he'd handled it so much better than she was. Her voice deepened, her speech pattern becoming rather juvenile as she repeated his words. "I have two choices. Turning thirty or not turning thirty... so I should just accept it."
"It's a lot easier to embrace life that to fight it, Anna. You're an amazing, smart, sexy woman... just like you were yesterday."
"But I don't
want
to be thirty!" she moaned, burying her head into his shoulder.
"Then you're not thirty. You're twenty-nine and twelve months," he said as he kissed her forehead.
"Thank you," she sighed. "Now, can I have my present?"
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She'd started moping a few weeks prior to her actual birthday, not long after the self-absorbed 'lesbian day' she'd set up. Neil couldn't put his finger on the reason for her bad mood at first. She wasn't sick, and it was way too soon for it to be a result of PMS. She didn't seem to be under any stress. Hell, they hadn't had an argument in months. The closest thing to a
disagreement
was the day she'd orchestrated her lesbian adventure. She'd professed to be Anna Renee that day, so he'd 'punished' her for it. But that was more contrived than it was real; he'd used it as motivation, spanking her and reclaiming her as his after she'd spent the day in the company of nearly a half-dozen women.
He struggled to figure out what was going on. It was obvious that something was bothering her. She was quieter; less jovial. She hadn't been eating well. It seemed like she was sleeping more, although it was hard for him to tell because he'd been on third shift. Regardless, she certainly appeared to be more tired than usual. The only thing he knew for sure was that there was something on her mind.
It hadn't affected their relationship, at least outwardly. She was still cordial to others, quick to flash her megawatt smile. She'd been outside around the house often, spending time either in the yard tending to the flowers in her beautiful landscaping, or tanning on the deck. She was also still making her phone calls to friends either on the West Coast or in Indiana while he was sleeping his odd hours. Even their sex life was normal, which for them meant that it was practically every day, and it was as inventive as ever.
But there was definitely something amiss.
His first real clue came when he innocently asked her what she'd like for her birthday the week before. He'd wanted to plan something special for her, since it was going to be what he'd thought at the time as big, fun birthday. He'd been wracking his brain trying to come up with something, but he also wanted to know if she had anything in mind. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin her day. Little did he know that she would become upset with him just for bringing up the subject.
"What do you mean you don't want anything?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"I mean... I don't want anything," she said rather gruffly, turning her head away from him and back to the magazine she was reading in hopes of ending the conversation.
"So you don't want me to buy you anything for your birthday?"
"That's what I said."
He sat there for a moment, contemplating whether to say anything else or not. He could tell she wasn't happy, and while he was sure her mood wasn't caused by anything he'd done, he couldn't help but get that impression.
"Ann, did I do something?"
"No," she said curtly, flipping the page to look like she was intently reading, even though she'd stopped the moment he asked the first question.
