There was no hiding how much Simon craved your touch. It's a need, an addiction, an intoxication. It was like this from the beginning of your relationship until your marriage and even after your children were born, nothing changed.

Holding your thigh in the car or changing gears while he held your hand. Tender kisses in the kitchen, a hand on your back as he let you through the door.

And the most beautiful thing is that you share his desires. You snuggle up against his large body on the couch, hand tucking into his pants pocket on his butt as you walk side by side.

This day is no different. You are standing in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for your wonderful little family. Simon's arms wrap around you like a shield as he stands behind you, peppering you with kisses along your ear and cheek.

“Yuck, daddy” said your daughter, a sweet little four-year-old.

A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped his lips as he felt the stuffed animal hit his large back. Simon glances over his shoulder, even the little one jumps for joy in his highchair.

“Sorry, honey. Mom had some pancake batter on her cheek" he teases, giving your rear a secret squeeze “Okay, okay. Hold your fire, soldier”

He said quickly, seeing the girl grab another toy to throw it at him, his hands up in surrender.

These are simple, beautiful mornings. Something he thought he would never get.