Page 17 of Stalked By the Accountant

Becca takes a bite, closing her eyes blissfully. "Delicious. Thank you, husband."

We continue eating, chatting casually about our day. I relish making her laugh, her nose crinkling adorably. My heart skips a beat when she gazes at me with those striking green eyes.

After cleaning up, we cuddle on the couch with a soft blanket, Becca's head nestled on my chest. Gently stroking her hair, I breathe in the sweet floral scent. On screen, a romantic comedy plays but I can hardly focus, intoxicated by her proximity.

Becca traces delicate circles on my arm, sending shivers down my spine. I tilt her chin up, finding her lips in a passionate kiss. She melts against me with a contented sigh that echoes in my racing heart.

We stay wrapped in each other's arms, exchanging lazy kisses as the movie ends. In this moment, with Becca, I'm home.

"What are you thinking about?" Becca asks, her eyes searching mine.

I brush a strand of hair from her face. "Just how lucky I am. To be here with you, building a life together."

She smiles softly. "Me too. I can't wait to see what our future holds."

Becca rests her head on my shoulder and sighs contentedly. We sit together, dreaming of the future, as the pale moonlight filters in through the window.

* * *

The shrill cries pierce the still night air, jolting me awake. I blink groggily and nudge Becca.

"Your turn or mine?" she mumbles into her pillow.

"I'll go," I say, stifling a yawn as I slide out from under the covers.

I shuffle down the hall to the nursery where our twin girls wail for attention. Scooping up baby Sophie, I gently rock her while heating a bottle one-handed.

"Shhh, it's okay sweetheart. Daddy's got you," I soothe. Her tiny body relaxes against my chest as she gulps down the milk.

Laying her back in the crib, I lift a still fussing Olivia. I breathe in the sweet baby smell of her peach fuzz hair.

"Let's get you changed, my little love bug."

I expertly undo her diaper and wipe her clean, sprinkling on powder before securing a fresh diaper. Olivia's cries soften to whimpers as I sway and pat her back.

I glance at the clock—3:17 am. Becca will be up for the 5 o'clock feeding. I marvel at how we've adjusted to this delicate dance of caretaking.

Returning Olivia to her crib, I watch the twins sleep, their tiny chests rising and falling in unison. My heart swells with more love than I thought possible.

I tiptoe back to bed and slide under the covers. Becca stirs slightly.

"All good?" she asks groggily.

"All good," I whisper, kissing her forehead. "Get some rest, supermom. I'll take the next one."

She gives my hand a sleepy squeeze before drifting off again. I close my eyes, basking in this profound contentment. The cries, the chaos, the sleepless nights—it's all worth it for this amazing life we've built together.

* * *

I wake before the sunrise, eager to surprise my love. In the quiet kitchen, I arrange a vase of roses and baby's breath, Becca's favorite. On a notecard, I write:

My Dearest Becca,

These 12 roses represent the 12 reasons I love you:

1. Your courage

2. Your kindness

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