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***Neko's POV***

After finally leaving Max and Nat's, I help Milo into the truck. He doesn't actually need my help, I just live having my hands all over him. With a grateful smile, Milo closes the door to urge me to move on to the driver's seat.

I am really ecstatic to have time with my love. I miss him so much when I am at work. I love spending time with him as our family of four. However, a little alone time will only add to the quality of our already spectacular relationship.

With so little time to prepare for our date, I had to depend on what would be available for us tonight. I do the one thing that I can count on being pleasant. Dinner first, we will see a movie afterwards.

Pulling into the quaint pizzeria, I smile when Milo claps his hands. He loves this place. Often when we were younger, we took the mile and half walk from our childhood home to eat here. Those are the days when I first manifested feelings for my adopted brother.

Milo has always been filled with child like joy over the simplest gestures. It's easy to fall in love with someone who is built of such utter perfection. Milo is perfect to me. That's all that matters.

My fingers clasp his thin fingers while I pull him towards the front door. As we enter the establishment, memories flood through my mind of all those little moments where a giggle, a smile or a bit too much interest in my stories urged me to pay too much attention to the boy meant to be my sibling, not my companion.

We take a seat in the booth that had became our regular spot. Without scanning the menu, I order our food from days long gone. The waitress smiles having no recollection of the value this place holds in our history.

Milo curls against my bicep, nuzzling his face into the muscle. A small sigh leaves his lips. It's those little things that alert me that he too is remembering our beginnings. I pray that every one of our days leaves behind imprints that create that happy sigh.

"You good, baby?" My words leave my lips as I lean down to place a kiss on his head.

"Wonderful. This is perfect." Koala looks up at me with those stunning olive eyes that shine brightly with love. His love is for me just as mine is for only him. It's always been Milo.

I return his smile with a matching one of my own. This man has always brought a smile to my lips. That is nothing he has to work for. He is a natural at making me happy.

After a bit of us going back and forth, the waitress places our pie in front of us. It's nothing too risky. Pepperoni, with extra pepperoni and extra cheese that steams in front of us, is our meal tonight. Both are cokes are set beside us along with two salads. Milo rarely has dinner without salad. He loves eating like a rabbit.

"Thank you." Milo whispers the words as a breath that blows across the steaming slice in his hands. I give him an incredulous stare. I never understood why he thanks me so much. He is the gift. I am just the lucky recipient of his heart.

"For everything. For our life, our love, our family, I'm thanking you for not making this life with someone else. I wouldn't have enjoyed that too much." Milo follows his confession by taking a large bite from his slice.

I am too stunned to take a bite of my food. A warmth flows through me. Love swirls all around me. He is just my literal everything. There was no possibility that I would have wanted this life with any other. It was never a question to me. Had he rejected me, I may have died alone.

"It was always you. You, my Koala, have always been where my heart lays. I just appreciate you giving me the opportunity to claim your soul as my own. So, thank you." I drop my slice on my plate, pulling my Koala towards me to have my first taste of dinner straight from his greasy lips. I hum in approval when he licks at the seam of my lips.

"I love you, Neko." Milo let's every ounce of his feelings shine through his dark green eyes. I return the look with as much truth as I can give.

"I love you, Milo. This is forever. Always. Eternity." I kiss him softly once again before letting him return to his meal.

It doesn't take long for us to finish off our dinner. My belly aches from the amount of carbs I managed to polish off. If I'm being honest, we both probably overindulged.

After getting a to go box, with drinks to leave with as well, we pay our bill. I take my husband under my arm. I hold him against my side where he will inevitably always stand. This man is my miracle. I am so glad that no one succeeded in their plans to rip him away from me. My life would be nothing without my Koala.

As we buckle in to the seat, we decide on the old movie theater. It's a bit of a drive but, it plays any movie we choose without an issue of overcrowding. It's a drive in. Besides being convenient, it is romantic in its own right.

Deciding on a superhero movie, no surprise, we sit back to relax. Captain America shines across the screen. The audio comes through our own stereo system in the truck. It's nice that we can control the volume depending on whether we want to talk, watch or possibly make out.

We get through a large portion of the movie before Koala begins to yawn. I ask him if he is ready to call it a night. Without fail, he shakes his head at me. I chuckle when a few minutes later he is asleep in my arms. I finish out the film with him softly breathing in my hold.

Once the end credits roll, I join the line of people who slowly make their way out of the theater grounds.

It's a quiet night, being a week day. The roads aren't to hectic, allowing me to relax while taking the hour long drive back to the house. I pay careful attention to the road because the season's change brings out wildlife. We are not strangers to a random buck slamming into the sides of our vehicles.

The dark sky makes visibility less than acceptable. The thick fog that hovers above the asphalt adds little to help with the troublesome visibility. I make sure to keep both hands on the steering wheel. Every stoplight and stop sign are adhered to strictly.

We are coming close to the edge of town when I see the first sign of the city. The traffic becomes a bit more active. Cars trying to get home, after longer days at work, muddle the lanes with haste. I see a few people slam on brakes far ahead. Thankful for the warning, I navigate the traffic with ease.

Deciding that we may need a few things for the morning, I make the decision to run into the local store. After parking, I try to wake my love. When he doesn't stir, I go ahead. Locking the truck before I walk away, I feel secure knowing that Milo is safe. I enter the store with a small list in my mind, including a tiny surprise for my husband.

I make my way through the aisles, filling my hand cart with a few breakfast foods. I grab a bag of diapers after remembering we were close to being out. Luke's formula is on the same aisle. I don't recall the volume we still have. Erring on the side of caution, I grab an extra can.

Finally, I hit the aisle where I want to make a little care package for my husband. Grabbing a bottle of wine, I pick up a bag of his favorite chocolate. The label always reminds us that it is safe for people with peanut allergies. I know it is safe, but I like the seal of confirmation.

With a quick swipe of my groceries over the scanner, I lean forward to grab the ballon at the counter. It says simply I love you. Paired with the flowers on the end cap, they are the perfect accessories to finish off my tiny gift.

Truth be told, there isn't much we don't already have. That doesn't change the fact that I try. I always look for ways to spoil my baby. He spoils me in ways that I could never repay. The way he takes care of our home, our family and me is far beyond what could be matched. I just try to let him know how much I appreciate it.

It's the little things that add up. Those tiny moments, when you go out of your way to consider your spouse, add up. In the grand picture they become memories that make your love smile. That is always my goal. I want my Koala happy forever. He chose me. The least I can do is show him how much that choice means to me.

With the bill paid and the bags in hand, I exit the building. My face screws up in question while walking towards the truck. I don't see my husband. Panic begins to spike the closer I get.

My heart takes a terrible tumble once my feet are close enough for my eyes to fully see. Koala is no longer in the vehicle. I immediately send a message to him to see where the fuck he is.

Batman: baby are you okay?

Koala: yes, sorry. I'm on my way back. I saw something I wanted to get you. I woke up in the parking lot. You scared me.

Batman: don't be sorry. Just get back here safely.

My mind takes a moment to settle after my temporary fear. He was just being thoughtful. I understand the impulse.

My eyes watch as my husband hides his bag behind his back. I make a show of not peeking. I would never ruin his surprise. He slips into the truck with a shy smile.

Needing him in my arms briefly, I pull him into a hug. The contact eases the last of my palpitations. I can't believe he didn't text. It was not the smartest move. He is safe though, now. I won't bother to make him feel bad about it. That's not what you do. You don't scold your spouse. I'm his other half, his equal. I'm not his dad.

That thought brings me to memories that are hot and heavy. Moments, when we have been connected intimately, flash in front of me. He could call me Daddy. That would be hot. Hell, I think he has once or twice. Maybe we need to discuss that fantasy.

"You're getting hard." Milo brushes his fingers over my cock through my pants. Yeah, that will not help the boner that thumps below my jeans. Milo's smile says he knows this obvious fact.

"Your fault." I smirk while pulling away. Yeah, I'm fucking him once we get settled at home again. There is no question. He does wicked things to my body. I love driving him to his edge.

Pushing the sexual thoughts to the side, I start the truck. Milo buckles in. I make sure we are both secure before changing gears. The truck rolls to the exit of the parking lot without an issue.

Looking both ways, I slide into the inside lane towards our house. The lights are slow to turn but, I'm used to it. During the late hours, the wait is often longer than necessary. You get accustomed to it.

The light turns green causing me to move forward into traffic. As always, I look both ways before proceeding. The greatest defense is caution. In case others aren't as aware as we are, we like to stack the deck in our favor.

A loud horn blares around us causing me to jump from the sudden noise. That clatter is followed by the speed of sound slowing down around us. I feel our vehicle jostle quickly to the side, followed closely by the sound of shattering glass. It happens so fast that I don't have time to register the fact that we are now wrapped around a telephone pole. The only noise is the sound of my own horn calling out loudly into the night time air.