The Moore-Perez Family

Once the kids all left and we said goodbye, I was quick to wrap my arms around Stella's waist.

"It's been so long since we've had a day to ourselves," I said and kissed my forehead gently.

"We deserve one today baby," she said to me and I blushed. "Okay, oats for breakfast?" She asked me and I hummed in response.

"Like we used to have them when we first moved in together." I smiled and she pressed a kiss to my lips.

I unwrapped my arms from my wife and she went to the kitchen to start on our breakfast. I felt bad that I honestly had no idea what I was doing when it came to making oats.

Stella and I have been married for almost seven years and I still haven't mastered the art of moving around a kitchen like she does. She does it so effortlessly and it looks like everything just floats to her. She's always so precise.

The only thing I could do to help out was make out coffee. I tried to cut the fruit but she wouldn't let me.

"Just let me help," I said to my wife.

"You are baby," she kissed my lips while gently slipping the strawberries and knife away from my hands. "By making our coffee, that's also one of the most important parts of our breakfast."

"I meant with the food." I deadpanned.

Stella only smiled at me and didn't seem to give in. "For today, we'll count coffee as food." She said.

"Stella," I said. I was determined to help her at least once while we were here.

"Mi Vida?" She smiled at me and tilted her head.

That stupid head tilt of her still gets me every time and she knows it. She kissed my lips before I could do anything else and I got lost in her eyes.

"You can have this," I gestured to the fruit and knife she held in her hands. "But I'm making lunch," I said.

"By all means baby, my love, lunch is yours." She said and I went to sit around the other side of the kitchen island.

After a while, Stella finished making our oats and plated them up perfectly for us.

Two bowls that were exactly identical. Peanut butter lined on the side with cut-up strawberries and whole blueberries on the opposite side with cinnamon lightly sprinkled over the top.

I waited for her to sit down next to me and when she did, instantly her hand found my thigh. Placing her hand atop my leg while scratching lightly and using her thumb to caress my thigh.

The action was so simple but it always made me feel so whole. Like I was incomplete without it.

I picked my spoon up and we took our first bites together. It's been so long since we've actually had a meal like this.

I hummed contently as I let all the flavor melt on my tongue. "It's so good," I said and Stella smiled.

"I didn't realize how much I missed it until today." She said.

"We should make it more at home," I said.

"I fear our kids wouldn't eat it," she smiled. "The Emilia is too picky and the other two cry at the word oatmeal." She said as she described our kids.

All I could do was chuckle at her statement. "And I guess we know where they get their pickiness from." She added, looking right at me.

I rolled my eyes at her. "I may be picky but thankfully I have a wife that caters to that every time," I said and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

"Para ti mi vida, siempre." She said and I blushed. "Te amo."

(Translation: for you my love, always. I love you.)

"Je t'aime aussi, ma femme."

(Translation; I love you too, my girl.)

Authors note: hii guys! I just wanted to point out Stella's pet name for Lottie "mi vida." The direct translation for this is "my life" but in the context that Stella uses it, it's in a loving and more admirable way and so it's more like "my love" (a separate variation of this would be mi amor) I just wanted to get that out of the way.

Happy reading guys 🤍🤍

-lovingfemmes