Second Marriage: My Strongest Bodyguard

Bryana opened her eyes, sighed while smiling looking at Dean who never missed a smile for her. She immediately blew the candle out and her husband gave a round of applause then got up from the chair, leaned over, and kissed her forehead.

"Happy birthday Sweetheart ..." said Dean.

Bryana nodded. "Thank you. You've impressed me tonight. I love this surprise," she said with a speechless smile.

"This is nothing compared to what you have done and given to me," Dean said then looked at his clothes. "I wear these clothes, to remember that you are the wife who has raised my rank. without you, I am nothing, just a man capable of relying on muscles."

"For me, you are the best husband, don't underestimate yourself. You deserve everything I have because you are a responsible and smart man. you can manage the company well," said Bryana with a reassuring smile.

Dean got up from the chair, then lifted it over to Bryana for him to sit on. He took a gift that he had prepared, then gave it to his wife.

"This is for you."

"What's this?" Bryana asked, frowning at the maroon frame-shaped parcel with a white gold ribbon as the closing strap.

"Just open it, I hope it's not too bad... Half a day I made it," Dean exclaimed with a shy smile. Ah, he's a bit insecure about his paintings.

Bryana nodded her head as she opened the parcel. Slowly she smiled as she saw her self-portrait engraved through a brushstroke, then glanced at her husband.

"You... Painted it yourself?" he asked somewhat uncertainly.

Dean nodded and asked back, "Is that bad? I don't know what gift to make, because if I give you jewelry, it's normal for you. Your jewelry in the closet is already a lot."

Bryana was silent for a moment staring at the painting which depicts her in a half body pose wearing a red dress with her hair flowing beautifully and smiling. If people look at the painting, they must feel as if the painting is staring and smiling at that person.

"This is the first time I see myself in a painting, and the one who paints is my husband," Bryana said then turned to look at Dean. "It's so beautiful, honey. I don't know what else to call you. You can do anything, even paint me. next time you have to prepare the painting equipment, and teach me how, or... you paint me with the kids."

"Oh yeah, that's not a bad idea will provide painting tools at home, for the boredom healer too," Dean said with a relieved smile because Bryana liked his painting. "Um, we should eat. I know you must be hungry after feeding Aidyn, I will feed you."

dean sliced ​​the teriyaki chicken then picked it up with a fork, about to feed it to Bryana.

"I can feed myself, honey." Bryana refused while grabbing the fork from Dean's hand but was immediately rejected.

"No. I know you are tired of taking care of our baby, then it took a long time to come here. Now let me pamper you, because this is your night," Dean exclaimed with a reassuring smile.

"In that case, okay. I really can't refuse you," said Bryana with a resigned smile, but she was also pleased with her husband's sweet treatment.

until a few moments, they ate together with a dish of teriyaki chicken, spaghetti with a side drink in the form of red wine that did not contain alcohol because Bryana was a nursing mother, then Dean bought wine that did not contain alcohol.

Dean got up from his chair and walked over to a loudspeaker, then played Shane Filan's song "Beautiful in white" entitled. He turned to Bryana and held out his hand.

"Come dancing with me," he said with a smile.

Bryana blushed and accepted Dean's outstretched hand until she stood up. She followed her husband who pulled her close to the loudspeaker and began to get into a dance position. The woman wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, while the husband held her waist.

"We haven't been like this in a long time, are you happy?" Dean asked, looking into Bryana's blue eyes.

"So happy," Bryana replied then tiptoed to kiss Dean's lips. "Finally we can be alone after so long busy with the problems at hand, taking care of the kids and I like this place."

Dean pressed his forehead with Bryana's as he continued to move to the music. "I miss moments like this, it makes me nostalgic like the first time I danced with you. I trembled, feeling like the luckiest bodyguard to be able to dance with such a beautiful and sexy lady."

"And the lady became your wife because she chose you on purpose at the party." Bryana breathed a sigh of relief, then rested her head against Dean's broad chest. "If you remember some of the events that made us almost separated, it scares me. I don't know what I would be like if you didn't come back then."

"And I can't imagine you having the same fate as Clarissa." Dean rubbed Bryan's back.

Bryan looked up at Dean. "Hopefully we can always be in a state of peace like this."

Dean nodded, then kissed Bryana on the lips aggressively, slowly leading her into the house with a kiss.

"Where are we going?" Bryana asked, following Dean's footsteps, even his husband's hand was pulled up to the top of the stairs that are not too high.

"To our room," Dean replied then kissed Bryana's lips fiercely, even his hand squeezed her wife's chest impatiently.

"Ehm...." Bryana started to sigh as Dean switched to kissing her neck and chest wildly, then she was startled when her husband lifted her into a shoulder position and carried her up the stairs to the top floor.

"Honey ...!" Bryana exclaimed, chuckling because her head was down, feeling dizzy, but Dean patted her on the ass in exasperation.

"I will let you know, that I will be a wild man, according to the wildness of my wife!" Dean exclaimed with a grin, patting Bryana's ass which was quite sexy.

Bryana kept laughing and feeling hot, feeling a strange tingle on her body as she began to get excited at the thought of what kind of wildness her husband would show.

Arriving in the room, Dean immediately closed the door, lowered Bryan from his shoulders, leaned his body against the door, and kissed her lips fiercely.

"Aghh....!" Bryana started to sigh when Dean kissed her alternately from the lips to the chest, neck, even her husband's hands were part of her dress then slid her hands into her tight underwear.

"You're wet, are you lustful, Hem?" Dean asked, playing with his fingers the secret parts of Bryana's body, kissing the crook of her neck.

Bryana was silent in a sigh, embracing Dean while looking up at the monochrome ceiling of the room with white lights. slowly her husband led her to the bed and lay down on the king-size bed which was covered with white bed linen with floral motifs, then immediately positioned himself on top of her body and continued to give kisses so fiercely on the part of her chest that was still partly still covered by unkempt clothes.