I love my husband, Cody. Truly. I had been having a rough stretch lately. Work was heavy, school obligations were piling up, and life just felt loud. He saw it before I said anything. That is one of the things I adore about him.

He quietly arranged for Ben to take the kids to their grandparents’ house for the night. While they were gone, Cody transformed the house. Flowers placed throughout the main rooms. Candles lit carefully, leading down the hallway and into our bathroom. The air felt softer the moment I walked in.

And he did not send Ben away for the evening. Cody is secure enough in himself to know that I would be best served with both of them present. After Ben dropped the kids off, he returned home and the two of them finished preparing everything. Apparently, in the last minute shuffle, Cody even had to use Ben’s shower because ours was being prepped for the bath and the main bathroom shower was not working. The image of the two of them coordinating and laughing about it is oddly adorable.

When I walked in the door, Cody greeted me naked and visibly aroused, but calm and confident. He told me the rest of the night was for me to relax. Dinner was already prepared. Ben was upstairs running my bath.

Cody took my hand and led me up. The tub was full, steaming, candles flickering against the tile. I stepped in, and both of them attended to me. Gentle hands, warm water, slow movements. They washed my hair, massaged my shoulders, and let me sink into the quiet.

It was relaxing, intimate, and undeniably sexy. Being cared for like that, intentionally and without rush, reminded me how balanced our dynamic has become. I felt supported, adored, and fully in control.

Some nights remind you that what you have built is working exactly as it should.