(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQmu8_nBVhjU3Whnw2btJ9p8YgHLeTCGrdFS8Xb25tDWB5AbcJ4)<br/>Chris Amerson, 8 years his wife's senior, arrived home from another grueling day at the office.  Suit jacket flung over his shoulder and briefcase in hand, he worked as an accountant for a large software company downtown.  Everyday he dreaded going to work, but he made a good some of money and since the accident, he was pretty much confined to a desk job the past few years.  The only thing he enjoyed at work was the fact that he pretty much ran his own schedule and the free doughnuts and bagels they had on Friday mornings.  The doughnuts and bagels were starting to catch up with Chris, and since he wasn't able to work out due to the pain in his lower back, he had gained a good 30 lbs in the last 2 years alone.  He still loved his wife, but the stressful job, and depression since the accident, had caused them to drift apart some.  She would confront him about the lack of romance here and there, and Chris would always try and be more romantic, but never upheld his end of the bargain.<br/><br/>Walking in through the front door, the wonderful smell of dinner smacked him in the face and reminded his stomach, just how hungry he was, since he had worked through lunch to finish a report.  "Smells wonderful Hun", he called out, as he set his briefcase by the door and car keys on the small wooden table next to the front door.  He turned the corner and saw the delicious looking meal all ready on the table, and his wife standing in the kitchen, smiling.  Chris did a double take, as he noticed the sexy lingerie she had on, which was so unusual.<br/><br/>He broke into a chuckle, totally caught off-guard.  "Wow. What's the Special Occasion?  My birthday isn't for 3 months" He moved over to Skylar, kissed her softly on the lips, admired her outfit and paused.  "Guess you're my dessert after dinner?" He took his seat at the table, still marveling over what the special occasion might be.