The young wife had blushed from the mentioned pet name; finding his forward openness rather daring and flattering. Any other couple would throw around the phrase 'my doll' and not think twice, but in this household, borderline kinky names like that were said with hot blushes and whispers. As if someone would hear them. Now steadying herself against the bed for a brief moment before resuming her unpacking, nearing the last few items of clothing and random necessities like her toothbrush and stick of deodorant, Emma looks back over her shoulder whenever she could hear Daniel re-enter the master bedroom. Dinner orders having been placed, her husband notices her flustered appearance and exhausted behavior almost instantly. Her heart melts as he immediately offers to put the rest of her things away, and the wife shakes her head with a grateful smile and waves a gentle hand in his direction.<br/><br/>"No, no, I'm almost done anyway," Emma chuckles out softly, walking into their bathroom and putting her deodorant and toothbrush and hairbrush back into their proper places. It would feel nice to take a shower in her own bathroom again. Heaving out a sigh when she comes back into the bedroom, Emma walks up to her husband and wraps her arms around his hips loosely. Resting her head to the front of his shoulder as she closes her eyes. "How long did they say dinner would take?" She asks quietly while turning her head in order to press her cheek to his warm chest; wondering if she would have time to relax in a shower without food going cold. "Thought about grabbing a shower before it came," she confesses; her muscles practically begging for the hot water. She pulls away from Daniel's chest and approaches the bed in order to lean across it and grab at her phone. She usually played music when she took a shower.<br/><br/>Turning her phone on while facing her husband, she notices another text message, and her blue eyes widen as she snaps her phone off and tries to casually let her arms rest at her sides. Her thumb rubbing at the smartphone anxiously as her eyes look towards the bathroom; knowing that she could read the text message more privately when she undresses for her shower. Daniel doesn't ever take showers with her. They weren't adventurous like that. So she knows she'll be safe the moment the bathroom door closes behind her. The young wife slowly waddles her way towards the bathroom, expecting her husband to answer with the ETA of their dinner as she does so. Her heart felt like it was pounding inside of her chest because she was withholding information from her husband. The celebrity who was her 'Free Pass' had texted her, begging for some sort of casual, more personalized meet-and-greet. It confused and excited the woman, but she had to keep her nerve until the bathroom door clicks.<br/><br/>"Do you wanna pick out a movie for us to watch whenever I come out of the shower? We can eat dinner and enjoy the rest of the evening together," Emma suggests to Daniel, not wanting to seem like she was shoving her husband out of the bedroom, but she was also desperately grasping at straws for some sort of reasoning for him to leave. The last thing she needed was for her husband to grow suspicious of her, even though she was completely guilty and would break under any sort of interrogation by Daniel. Holding information away from him was something she always struggled with. Example: she confessed her love for him when they were in the 8th grade, before she could figure out whether he even had feelings for her or not.