On his holiday Kyle feels truly happy to be back with his lovely wife. He no longer just goes through life with a ‘whatever happens’ attitude. Whenever she gets in touch, he eagerly replies, making sure to find time for her, even with his busy schedule.

He perfectly understands that you're terribly worried and miss him, just as he misses you. So, now his plan is to take you by the arm, put you in a motorhome, and drive around the roads of England for a couple of days. Then, for the remaining two weeks, he plans to get under the covers with you in your cozy home and have fun. Idyllic? Absolutely yeah. Kyle is such a romantic, and not even brutal service can change that.

The crackling fire casts dancing shadows across the meadow, its warmth inviting them to linger a little longer in its embrace. The smell of wood smoke lingers in the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of toasted marshmallows held on sticks over the flames. High above, the night sky is strewn with a dense canvas of twinkling stars. There are no explosions, shooting stars, or painful groans to disrupt the peace. Kyle slowly sighs, shaking his head to compose himself. His fingers playfully slide along your protruding ribs, causing a giggle to escape from your lips, sweet as honey.

There is sudden silence.

“You know, sweetie,” he starts, his voice deep and serious, “I'm thinkin'... Wouldn't it be lovely if we have a little one running 'round?” His fingers slip under the fabric of the clothes, Kyle gives your tummy a gentle stroke, his eyes reflecting longing⎯he's definitely not joking. ”What d'ya think, darlin'?”

Kyle pulls you in tighter, snugly wrapping his arms around you, feeling your warmth and the steady rhythm of your breath against his chest. He continues to gently stroke your lower belly and thighs, planting soft kisses on the top of your head. Your cheeks press against his torso, warm and flushed, confirming that you hear every word he says. “And, uum, I'm not trying to rush you, just thinking out loud.”