I loved my nights off. My one night a week where I could cook for my favorite people: my wife and kids. Janet and I have a five year old daughter, a three year old son, and a baby who hasn't been born yet. I don't think I love my wife more than when she is pregnant. She is growing a life inside of her and as much as it was my pleasure to help, she gets to do the hard work of carrying him or her through? How do you thank her? You just love her through it. I do the best I can to help when I am home. I do the dishes when I cook, I give the kids a bath, and send them off to bed with a story in tow. That way Janet can have some alone time. Lord knows she is exhausted.

This one night she decided to take a bubble bath. Again, I did the bedtime ritual so that Janet can have a nice, relaxing bath. It wasn't until the kids were finally sleepy and I kissed them goodnight that I decided to go to our upstairs bathroom and check on her. Her pregnant belly floated like a buoy on lake in the bathwater. She had fallen asleep and I stripped down to nothing as I knew the best way to wake her up. I threw a towel around me as I kneeled beside the tub to kiss her awake. I grabbed her face gently to pull her closer to me but only succeeded in banging her off the bathtub.

"Ooh, honey," I said as she woke up and winced in pain. Why did I have to be such a klutz? "I'm so sorry."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I was going to kiss you awake."

"Was that all?"

I noticed that she noticed the towel wrapped around my body. I all of a sudden felt stupid. After all these years, I feel stupid around my wife. How in the world could she possibly choose this imbecile over and over again? I look on regrettably as she rubs the back of her head that was whacked.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, Jack," she sighed.

"I'll meet you in bed."

"No, no. Come here."

"In the bath?"

"Yes. Come here."

I wanted to be excited. This is what I wanted after all. I just feel so bad; I didn't want to hurt her. The water was as warm and inviting as my wife's arms. She gave my lips a kiss as I wrapped my legs around her. Thank God for her wanting a big bathtub.

"It's okay, honey," she said as she kissed my cheek.

"You say that everytime," I tell her as I kiss her back.

"I mean it everytime."

"You feel really good."

"So don't you."

"Want to go to bed before the water gets cold?"

"I thought you would never ask."

"I'll meet you in bed."

That time around, it felt good to say that. Our body heat kept us warm under the covers. We kissed each other, touched each other, entered each other, and hugged each other when it all came to a satisfying end.

"I love you," she said to me.

"I love you, too."

There's nothing like going to sleep with your wife's, "I love you" still ringing in your ears.