“Boogie wonderland,” Greg sang as he danced around the kitchen. For a moment, Natasha simply stood there, watching her husband with quiet delight. Even without trying, he always knew how to make her smile. When he turned and spotted her leaning against the doorframe, he didn’t miss a beat. He kept dancing, flashing her a playful grin. “Oh, hey, honey! Checking out my moves?”

“Always,” Natasha replied, her smile widening.

“Do you see what all I bought? Guess how much,” Greg said excitedly. Natasha looked at all the groceries. “Two-hundred dollars?”

“Sixty-five. I am the Coupon King,” Greg released an over exaggerated laugh and pumped his fist in the air. “Greg?”

“Hmm?” He said, turning his attention back to her.

“Do you want to go upstairs for a while?”

Greg rushed over to her and picked her up, causing her to giggle. “Saving money really rocks your world, huh?” He joked, carrying her upstairs.

Greg kicked the bedroom door shut with his heel, still cradling Natasha like she weighed nothing. Her arms looped around his neck, fingers playing with the soft hair at his nape as she laughed into his shoulder. “Put me down, you lunatic,” she teased.

“Nope! Coupon King gets to carry his queen wherever he wants.” He dropped her gently onto the bed. Greg crawled over her, slow and deliberate, until their noses brushed. “Sixty-five dollars, Tash. I bought, like, three weeks of groceries. We’re basically billionaires now.”

She snorted, reaching up to tug at his jacket. “Get undressed before you start bragging about canned beans like last time, Coupon King.”

Fabric whispered to the floor until there was nothing between them but heat and anticipation. Greg paused just long enough to look at her like he still couldn’t believe she was his after all these years. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, the joking gone from his voice. When he finally slid inside her, they both exhaled like they’d been holding their breath for days. Natasha’s head fell back against the pillow, fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved, steady and unhurried, savoring every second. “Greg,” she whispered, his name breaking on a soft moan.

He buried his face in her neck, lips brushing her pulse. “I know, honey.”

And for a long while, the only sounds were the creak of the bed, small gasps, the quiet, perfect rhythm of two people who still couldn’t get enough of each other even on a random Monday afternoon that started with discount chicken and ended here, tangled up and laughing between kisses. Afterward, sweaty but snuggled under the covers, Natasha interlaced her fingers with his. “We’re definitely having cereal for dinner,” she said, voice drowsy and satisfied.

Greg grinned. “Worth every penny saved.”