Chapter 3

After I cleanup the kitchen, I set the table and make sure everything is perfect. When Eve has to work late, I cook dinner and make sure she has free time to do what she wants. It's just one of the ways I like to take care of her. I need it.

I know she loves her job and she's great at it, but this is how she comes down from her day. I love giving her that. Being the thing she needs. I need her just as much. My life seemed pointless before her. Now I feel like there is a point to it all. It's no longer just about putting money into the bank. No. With my Evie, I have something. Something I look forward to every day. My end goal each day.

I've been fortunate enough with my job that I can work from home when I want to, and it makes it easier to take care of my princess. I'm sure some men might think this makes me weak or somehow less of a man because I do all this for her. But in reality, I do this for us, for her. I make sure things are clean and there when she needs them. I make sure dinner is taken care of and she never has to lift a finger when she walks in the door. When she can anticipate every day, it relieves stress. I'm sure for some people the majority of it might be boring, but chaos and mess stress Eve out, and being able to predict her day helps her to relax.

And that's what I need from her. A relaxed happy girl.

When I finish lighting the candles on the table, I look up to see her coming into the dining room.

"There's my girl." I open my arms and she comes to me. I feel her kiss my neck, and she giggles as I pick her up.

I take her to the end of the table, I pull back the chair, and sit down with her in my lap. Some nights we sit in the living room on the sofa and each Chinese food. Some nights we go out and have a really nice dinner and walk around the city. But on nights when I know she needs it most, I take her in my lap and feed her.

I cut some of the roasted potatoes and hold it out for her to take a bite. She smiles around the fork and hums her satisfaction as she chews. Seeing her happy makes me hard, as does having her lush ass against my cock. She feels my erection digging into her, and she wiggles a little, teasing me.

I don't try to stop her, just cut up some of the vegetables and pork, feeding her slowly between her sips of wine.

She leans in and gives me a kiss, and I hold her chin, taking over. I feel her relax in my arms, and I taste the crisp flavor of the cool wine.

"It's delicious, Daddy," she says when she pulls away, lowering her eyes and blushing a little.

"It is, princess. As always."

When I've finished feeding her and have eaten my own dinner, I let her go to the bedroom and lie down while I clean up. It's late, and I know she has to be up early, so I make her get as much rest as possible before then.

After everything is put away and ready for tomorrow morning, I go to the bedroom and find her passed out.

I take off all my clothes, and slip in behind her, spooning against her naked body. My cock aches for more of her, but I don't make a move to take her again. When she feels me in bed with her, her whole body relaxes against mine. Even in sleep, she is comforted when I'm close.

Holding her to me, I drift off to sleep with the love of my life in my arms. What more could a man ask for?