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he already realizes it."
"But..."
"Give it a little time, Sami. Keep trying to seduce him. If he hasn't done you within a couple of months, I'll bring you a vibrator."
"Oh, I can just hear his reaction to that! Do you know what he told those precious girls? He couldn't bathe them every night because it would make their skin fall off. Do you believe?"
Lachele didn't laugh at that. She cackled. Hysterically. "Oh, that's just like a man who doesn't want to have to give baths every night, isn't it?"
"He told them they could only bathe on Saturdays and Tuesdays. When they pointed out that their mother had bathed them daily, he told them he'd gotten them just in time to save their skin." Samara shook her head. "Of course, when I bathed them last night, they covered the entire bathroom floor with water while I was reading."
"You're going to be a great mom to them, Sami. And then you're going to have more Matchrimony munchkins for me. I can feel it!"
"Not unless the man starts putting out. He thinks his goobies will shrivel up and fall off if he touches me." Samara sighed. "I'm so frustrated with him! I could handle all the kid stuff and all the cooking and cleaning if I just got some out of it."
"He won't be able to hold out for long. Face it, Sami. You're a beautiful, intelligent, giving woman. Just jump on him when you go to bed tonight. He will thank you for it later!"
Samara laughed. "I think it's time for you to go vibrator shopping."
"I have more faith in you than that!"
"Okay, Lachele, what work do you have for me to do today?"
Lachele smiled. "Two new client interviews. We're going to do a few via Skype and see how they go. I don't want you to have to travel much now that you're married with twins."
"Give me the information."
*****
By the time Henry got home from work, Samara was exhausted. She'd risen early and hadn't stopped working since. Between cooking, the little cleaning she'd been able to accomplish with the girls, and her day job, she felt a little like Cinderella. It would all be worth it if there was sex. But there wasn't. And wouldn't be. Maybe she would take Lachele's advice.
Henry walked into the kitchen to see the girls setting dishes at the table while Samara used a mixer on some mashed potatoes. He took a deep breath, smelling the delicious aromas. "I could get used to coming home to these smells."
Samara smiled over her shoulder at Henry, glad he was finally home. "Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes if you want to shower."
He strode across the kitchen and grabbed her, kissing her soundly on the lips. "I'm on my way now."
Samara looked back down at the mashed potatoes she was mixing. "What was that about?"
"Uncle Henry only knows how to make frozen pizza and cereal," Ava told her.
"And Pop Tarts!" Abby said.
Suddenly Samara understood. She was not only taking care of the children, but she was feeding him all the time. He'd definitely gotten the better end of this deal.
He came down with his hair wet, just as Samara was putting biscuits on the table. She'd made a pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, broccoli, and biscuits. She slipped into the booth beside Avy, and took Henry's hand when he sat down beside her.
After their prayer, Henry said, "You are the best cook in all of Kansas. You truly amaze me, Samara."
"She's a good reader too," Avy told him. "She read us a gazillion books before we started cooking."
"A whole gazillion? Wow!" He looked at Samara waiting for her to protest all the praise, but she didn't.
"I'm just doing what you wanted me to come here for."
It wasn't until she said those words that Henry realized their marriage was all one-sided. She'd moved halfway across the country to be his wife, forgoing sex, taking care of twins, and cooking. What was she getting out of it?
As soon as they were finished eating, he got up to clear the table. "I'll take care
"But..."
"Give it a little time, Sami. Keep trying to seduce him. If he hasn't done you within a couple of months, I'll bring you a vibrator."
"Oh, I can just hear his reaction to that! Do you know what he told those precious girls? He couldn't bathe them every night because it would make their skin fall off. Do you believe?"
Lachele didn't laugh at that. She cackled. Hysterically. "Oh, that's just like a man who doesn't want to have to give baths every night, isn't it?"
"He told them they could only bathe on Saturdays and Tuesdays. When they pointed out that their mother had bathed them daily, he told them he'd gotten them just in time to save their skin." Samara shook her head. "Of course, when I bathed them last night, they covered the entire bathroom floor with water while I was reading."
"You're going to be a great mom to them, Sami. And then you're going to have more Matchrimony munchkins for me. I can feel it!"
"Not unless the man starts putting out. He thinks his goobies will shrivel up and fall off if he touches me." Samara sighed. "I'm so frustrated with him! I could handle all the kid stuff and all the cooking and cleaning if I just got some out of it."
"He won't be able to hold out for long. Face it, Sami. You're a beautiful, intelligent, giving woman. Just jump on him when you go to bed tonight. He will thank you for it later!"
Samara laughed. "I think it's time for you to go vibrator shopping."
"I have more faith in you than that!"
"Okay, Lachele, what work do you have for me to do today?"
Lachele smiled. "Two new client interviews. We're going to do a few via Skype and see how they go. I don't want you to have to travel much now that you're married with twins."
"Give me the information."
*****
By the time Henry got home from work, Samara was exhausted. She'd risen early and hadn't stopped working since. Between cooking, the little cleaning she'd been able to accomplish with the girls, and her day job, she felt a little like Cinderella. It would all be worth it if there was sex. But there wasn't. And wouldn't be. Maybe she would take Lachele's advice.
Henry walked into the kitchen to see the girls setting dishes at the table while Samara used a mixer on some mashed potatoes. He took a deep breath, smelling the delicious aromas. "I could get used to coming home to these smells."
Samara smiled over her shoulder at Henry, glad he was finally home. "Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes if you want to shower."
He strode across the kitchen and grabbed her, kissing her soundly on the lips. "I'm on my way now."
Samara looked back down at the mashed potatoes she was mixing. "What was that about?"
"Uncle Henry only knows how to make frozen pizza and cereal," Ava told her.
"And Pop Tarts!" Abby said.
Suddenly Samara understood. She was not only taking care of the children, but she was feeding him all the time. He'd definitely gotten the better end of this deal.
He came down with his hair wet, just as Samara was putting biscuits on the table. She'd made a pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, broccoli, and biscuits. She slipped into the booth beside Avy, and took Henry's hand when he sat down beside her.
After their prayer, Henry said, "You are the best cook in all of Kansas. You truly amaze me, Samara."
"She's a good reader too," Avy told him. "She read us a gazillion books before we started cooking."
"A whole gazillion? Wow!" He looked at Samara waiting for her to protest all the praise, but she didn't.
"I'm just doing what you wanted me to come here for."
It wasn't until she said those words that Henry realized their marriage was all one-sided. She'd moved halfway across the country to be his wife, forgoing sex, taking care of twins, and cooking. What was she getting out of it?
As soon as they were finished eating, he got up to clear the table. "I'll take care
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