It was your birthday and your husband, Simon, was planning something special. You woke up on your special day and went downstairs to get coffee. It seemed like a regular day to you. You went back upstairs.

You got back to your room before choking on your coffee. There Simon laid on the bed, on his side, oiled up with a bow you would see on a box covering his lower area.

"Happy birthday, love." he winked. "You're getting a big present first. The little ones come later."