New Life : A Second Chance 897 Epilogue : Sam Ii

At 5pm, Kyle had stuck his head out of the door and ordered Sam to get out.

Sam had sat there, blinking in confusion at his Boss.

"I told you to take your wife out on a date, right?" Kyle said with a smirk, "So I booked a table at X Palace. 7pm. You just have enough time to spruce yourself up then go home and take Betty out."

Sam still sat there stupidly.

Just enough time to spruce himself up?

Go home?

Shouldn't it be go home and spruce himself up? 

Why was the order all wrong?

And why should it take him two hours to get ready??

Kyle looked at his watch, "Oh, you also have the Presidential Suite for the night. The change of clothes for you is in there. Kay has taken Betty out for a makeover, while the kids are at my house."

Seeing Sam still being stupefied on the chair, Kyle flicked a small, round bead towards Sam's forehead. Kyle had all sorts of hidden weapons on himself at all times, and the force of the throw wasn't hard.

Just enough to cause a slight redness on Sam's forehead.

"Git," Kyle ordered, closing the door.

Sam rubbed his sore forehead and did as he was told

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Sam stood nervously at the door of his own house. 

He looked at himself and smoothened the already smooth s.h.i.+rt, brushed the non-existent link from his already clean pants, and took a deep breath.

His mind had been in a whirl from the moment Kyle told him of all that he had done in order for him to have this date night with Betty.

When he thought about it, it had been an extremely long time since he had taken his wife out.

Just the two of them. 

Everything they did, it was always as a family.

Going out meant choosing a place that was family friendly, a place to breast-feed, and so forth. So they never really did dress up for it.

When the door flung open, Sam stood there, frozen.

[Yes, a frozen Sam seems to be the norm for him today]

Betty stood there, her normally pony-tailed hair set up elegantly upon her head. Ringlets of curls adorned her beautifully cute fate, that had light make-up but accentuated all the highlights of her perfect face.

She wore a simple red dress that clung to her curves, the skirt billowing below and showing off her shapely calves. She didn't adorn herself in jewellery, wearing only a simple black choker with a red ruby in the middle.

Sam gulped.

His wife was so beautiful.

When was the last time he had seen her dress up?

Betty stood there shyly, wondering why her husband was more silent than normal. It had been an exciting day when Kay and Sayuri came. Like a tornado, Sayuri grabbed her kids and brought them home with her while Kay dragged Betty to a salon.

First, it was a pampering spa. Then, a shopping spree followed by a make-over.

By the time it was over, Betty felt refreshed and like a princess. 

She had been a homemaker for so long that being in comfortable, casual clothes was part of her routine.

Don't get her wrong.

She never regretted her decision to be a stay-at-home mum. 

Being able to stay with her kids, raise them, and teach them patiently gave her fulfillment. It gave her joy. It wasn't to say that being a stay-at-home mum was all beds and roses. Like any other job, it had its ups and downs.

The most important thing was, that she enjoyed it.

But which woman didn't enjoy dressing up?

Just the thought of going out on a date with her husband, without the kids, was a novelty. At first, she felt guilty about it until Kay rapped her head about it. 

"You are a wonderful mother, Betty," Kay told her when they were having their body ma.s.sage at the spa, "And a fantastic wife. But you also need 'you' time. And 'hubby' time. No kids."

"If you don't take care of yourself, how are you going to take care of the kids?" Kay told her, "You put yourself out for them and Sam all the time that you tend to forget the most important person in the house, is you. So enjoy this time with Sam. And have many more date nights, okay?"

"You know you have us sisters to take care of the kids for you," Kay told her, "If you ever want to just have 'me' time - without the kids, without Sam. You deserve it, you know."

The more Betty thought about it, the more she thought Kay was right.

It wasn't as if she was abandoning them, or that she was spending money that they didn't really have on herself. Perhaps she would have more time when the kids were in school … 

Betty shook her head. 

That would be at least another 6 years since Quill is not even a year old. 

"Find time for yourself, Betty," Kay said.

Thus, this night, Betty found herself feeling like a school-girl again. 

Come to think of it, it wasn't as if she was old either. Barely in her 20s and with three kids already. Just as one pa.s.sed the infancy stage, she would be pregnant with another. Her body really was fertile.

That, or Sam was just insatiable.

Betty blushed.

Despite being married for so long, he still made her heart beat fast and her face red. So going out on a date with him right now made her giddy.

Seeing him all dressed up, and being so das.h.i.+ng, made her heart stop. She beat her rapidly red cheeks, wondering what she had done in her past life to get such a man for herself.

When he didn't say a word though, she got worried, "Sam?" 

She called out tentatively.

Did she look bad?

She looked down at herself and saw that her dress was fine. There was no stain and she had seen herself in the mirror earlier. She didn't look weird.

When she looked back up at him, he was till just staring at her, so she hesitantly asked, "Do I look weird?"

That seemed to snap him out of his dream-like state. He stepped forward, taking her hand and said in a daze, "You are breathtaking. I forgot myself."

Betty's face went beet red.

Sam smiled, and gave her a gentle kiss.

Her reactions were still so honest and pure, it made his heart full. 

"Come on," he said softly, "Let's go on our date."

The night pa.s.sed by like a dream for both of them. They talked freely, they laughed, and they flirted. Without the kids around, they could give undivided attention to each other. 

They could talk without worrying about the topic not being suitable for kids to hear. They could flirt without having to be embarra.s.sed by their kids either making fun of them or disturbing them.

That night, as Betty lay underneath Sam, he caressed her cheek lovingly.

He never realised how much he had missed just being with his wife.

As Betty had gotten pregnant so soon after their marriage, their married life was basically them with kids. It became something natural and common for them. It wasn't that they were living in a rut, but it was true that he had neglected his wife.

He may have provided for her financially, and given her the comforts of life - and it wasn't that he treated her badly. He pampered her when he's home … but this date made him realise that he had not been giving her his full attention since they became parents.

"Betty, do you regret marrying me?" Sam asked suddenly.

"What? No!" Betty quickly answered, taking his face in her hands, "Why would you even ask such a question?"

"It's just that …" Sam began, sighed then rolled off her as he lay on his side, looking at her.

"I suddenly feel today that you sacrificed a lot for me and the family. I never did ask you how many kids you wanted either," Sam said, now feeling a bit ashamed about that, "I just a.s.sumed you wanted as many as I did."

Betty looked at him, "Just … how many were you thinking?"

"Erm, one every two years until you're forty?"

Betty's eyes bulged wide open, "SAM!"

He raised his hands up in surrender, "I know, I know! I wasn't thinking straight."

He continued softly, "It's just that when I see our kids, I just feel like having more."

Betty smiled, and put her hands on his lips, "I love our kids as well, but I think 6 should be enough."

"Six?" Sam asked, "Six … I can do with six."

Betty smacked him on the shoulder, "It's not like you're the one having them!! What if I couldn't have children? Or can't get pregnant anymore after Quill?"

Just thinking about Sofiya's condition, and the fact that Kay also didn't have any kids yet made her feel she was truly lucky indeed.

Sam kissed her deeply in response, "I married you because I love you, and not because you could bear children."

Sam began kissing her all over, "We'll stop at six then."

"Making them, though …" Sam said hoa.r.s.ely, ripping open the condom packet and sliding it on his hardened length, ��Doesn't stop once we have six."

"Oh? Maybe when you're too old then?" Betty teased him.

Sam stared at her, "Is that a challenge?"

Eeep!