I slowly steered my 2015 Ford Mustang coupe up a winding hill, sheets of snow blanket over the towering trees and forest floors. Classical Christmas music played from the radio; Kassidy taking the time to check on her business and the kids, once at the cabin our phones were off and her parent, who every year looked forward to our away trip because they adored having the children over, would only be able to reach us by the landline in the cabin. This was not that type of business trip, so there was no point and bring work up here, at least not that type of work.
We arrived at the snow-covered cabin, almost instantly memories of times past of family camping trips and previous winter sexual explorations filled our minds. Nostalgia at its finest, back when it was all so simple before we had to “Find” the time for one another. I looked over at my beautiful wife she was wrapping up the conversation with the kids and her parents. Knowing them it was going to take a little minute, so I took the time to unload the car.
The cabin door swung open with a creek, I dropped the last of the lugged at my feet stepping down the steps, the cabin always looked so different in daylight. I glared around at all the fund memory. My eyes leisure amidst the ceiling, immediately they were drawn to the paper mache stars and moon we made the first night here with the kids. Vaguely I smiled as my eyes continued to wander. The counter that separated the kitchen from the living area came into view. All I could do was marvel at the many times I sat my Queen across the top, drinking the wine of her chalice, fucking her so passionately until we conceived our first born.