I woke up to intense pitter patter on our window. Beyond the open curtains, rain was flooding the glass. A torrent. It sounded nice. I observed it for a while, full of the most content feeling. My hands were behind my head, my body stretched out.

After a long time, movement accompanied me on the other side of the bed. My head turned to look. Sana's cute eyes were open, staring at me, a blissful expression in them.

"Hi, darling," I whispered to him, not wanting to disturb the quiet.

"Hi," he whispered back.

I rolled over, my arm wrapping around him. His hands went to his mouth as I pressed my body to him.

"Don't do that," I chuckled lightly. "Why are you doing that?"

"I'm shy," he whispered.

"Why would you be shy? We're engaged." I nuzzled his exposed nose, and as I parted, I saw his eyes were closed, but curled up at the edges, so happy. I had to nuzzle him again. He made such a cute sound at this.

A sudden urge filled me, hearing this noise. My cheeks filled with heat. His eyes went wide, seeing this change. They flicked downward, and he started giggling. He parted from me, finally uncovering his face. His lips were beautiful and wet. Breathing out, I dove into a kiss. Our lips met, and I moaned into his mouth. His hand slipped downward into my pajama pants, and my back arched as he found what I wanted.

He brought his body upwards a little, and his mouth found my ear. The tiniest, wisp of a voice met it. "I'll do this every morning, if that's what you want. You're going to be my husband. I love you."

A huge ripple of pleasure made my whole body arch at this. His breath on my ear. His words. Everything. And what he did next made me the happiest person in the world.

He got a sneaky expression, put his manicured pointer finger to his lips, and slipped under the covers. My mouth went wide in a gasp as his mouth found everything that I wanted. My hands swept into his hair, feeling every rise and fall.

We were sitting at the kitchen table, having just eaten breakfast. I was observing Sana. He seemed to be doing excellently. He was smiling, his hand on his tilted cheek, as he excitedly looked through one of my mom's cookbooks. I'd shown him these in a cabinet, and he'd gotten so happy.

Secretly, I was enjoying watching him get passionate. Sometimes, his mouth would part, and he'd lean down a little more to better read a recipe. My favorite thing was when he'd adjust his glasses with his middle finger when they slipped down due to his mostly bridgeless nose. I pretended to be on my phone, but really, there was no way I'd miss this.

"Oh," he said, a big smile on his face. He was staring down at the book, so pleased.

"Hmm?" I put down my phone. "What is it, darling?" I moved my seat closer to him.

He pointed to a recipe. A pretty lemon loaf cake with powdered sugar flowers. "I'd like to make this." He stretched his arms above his head, making a big stretch. This made my heart sigh.

My first instinct was to ask if he felt okay enough to make it. I caught myself just in time, thinking better of it. "I'll help you make it." He started wiggling in his seat, too happy. My immediate reaction was to laugh at his cuteness. He started laughing with me. I hugged him tightly, and he hugged me back.

Still in the embrace, he spoke in my ear, reminding me of the early morning. Flashes of him on top of me, his face pointed towards the ceiling, my hands securely on his hips, his hands on my stomach, as he chose the pace for us, a slow moving, steady ride. The noises he'd been trying to hide, but just couldn't hide. I'd made him feel too good to be polite. I was blushing red hot again. I listened to his words, as I thought this. "Hmm, I wonder what ingredients your mom has already and which we need. Would you mind going to the store with me? I don't want to miss out. I don't know how long I'll feel good."

The mention of my mom immediately made any red hot feeling go away. I masked a small chuckle at this, my body hiccuping a little in it. My eyes went towards the wall, realizing I'd been getting a little carried away in my memory. "We can go to the store. Make a list of what you need. That cake looks delicious. I'm sure you can make one that's even better than the picture."

"Oh, I don't know." We parted a little. A small pink blush was on his cheeks. My hand went to his left one, feeling its gentle warmth. His blush intensified at this. "I've never made it before." His eyes narrowed at me, he began giving that sneaky smile. "Why are you blushing?"

"Uh, well." I giggled. "Why are you blushing?"

He tsked. "I asked you first!"

"Because of this!" I pressed him to my body, and my lips found his lips. He made a moan that was much too loud for being in the kitchen as my tongue slipped into his mouth. My tongue tickled his sweet pink tongue for a few seconds.

"This is why papa insisted on getting you a hotel room!" My mom's voice practically sang out, in a tease. "Newly engaged people need private time!"

We parted quickly. Sana's hands went over his mouth, and he erupted in giggles.

"MOM!" I exclaimed. I must have resembled a tomato. Sana's own face was pinker than a rose.

"Enjoy being newly engaged. Don't mind me." She started going through the cabinets, finding some oatmeal.

"How can we not mind you," I sighed, but still smiling so much. Sana grabbed my hand under the table, and I rubbed my thumb on the side of his hand. "Can we borrow the car?"

"Oh? Where are you going in all this rain? It's not safe out there."

"Sana wants to make a lemon cake. We want to make it while he's still feeling good." Sana lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it, making my entire body twitch. He hid a giggle behind his other hand, seeing this.

"That sounds nice. I bet the smell of it baking will fill the whole house. You can take the car. I don't have any errands to run, since it's raining so much."

"Thank you." I slid my chair to get up, and made to slide Sana's chair out, too.

"Are you two going now? It's raining so hard. Why not wait a while? See if it lets up?" My mom was opening the oatmeal now, her bowl awaiting.

"I don't want to wait," Sana said, as he patiently let me get my arm under his knees, and his hands went behind my neck as I placed my other hand on his back to lift him. "I don't know how I'll feel later. I want to make something special for Tetsu."

I paused. He smiled at me as I held him in the air. "The cake is for me?" I asked, in awe.

"Yes. I was looking for a unique cake that wasn't chocolate, because you don't like chocolate much. I finally found one, and it looks simple enough to make. I'm going to add fresh lemon curd."

I burst into a grin, and he began giggling as I swayed him from side to side like a gentle swing in the breeze. "Sana-a, I love you," I sighed deeply.

"I love you, too." He lifted his chin up, and puckered his lips. I dipped my head towards him, and we were kissing again. A gentle, cute kiss.

"See, you can't stay off each other," my mom remarked, but I could see she was amused. Sana parted from me, giggling again. "So, cute," she went on, "you two can't stop laughing, you're so happy. You should have gotten engaged long ago."

I started laughing, her words so true. "You're absolutely right!" I said in my laugh. I moved in to kiss Sana's adorable giggling face again. He let me in to a beautiful, slow kiss.