"It's an open house, Annie. They wouldn't have much luck with that if they locked it." She sort of "duh'ed" herself before following him in. In truth, he'd nervously left it unlocked when he left to fulfill the surprise, opting for authenticity over practicality.

"Oh, it's so nice!" Annie cried as she entered the foyer, looking around at the bright, open space. "I love the way they've designed it... this table almost looks like the one I bought for our place," she said, dropping her hand onto a small table that held a vase of flowers. Jeff bit his tongue, wanting her to figure it out on her own.

He led her further into the house, and when they walked into the living room, he saw a sudden realization come over her.

"Jeff..."

"What?" he fought to keep the grin off his face.

"This is our stuff," she said, plainly. She looked around the room a moment longer before turning to him, eyes wide. "Why is all of our stuff here?" Jeff shrugged nonchalantly. She grabbed his hand excitedly. "Did you buy this house?" He shrugged again. He knew the jig was up, but he just liked to mess with her. She smacked him playfully on the chest before she started bouncing around.

"Careful, you bounce like that, that baby will fall right out," he teased, unable to keep the smile off his face any longer.

"YOU BOUGHT US A HOUSE!" she cried, still in disbelief, still uncontrollably excited. Jeff just stood back and let her bask in it, until he was almost bowled over as she leapt into his arms in a way that could only be described as a glomp.

"You like it?" he whispered in her ear, holding her tight. She squeezed him a little tighter.

"I love it. So much." She pulled away and looked up at him. "But how did you do all of this? I was only gone for three days."

"I had some help. Let's just say Pierce might have some intimate knowledge about your collection of lingerie." Annie made a face.

"Oh, eww!" she exclaimed. "But I don't even care—because we're here, and this is ours, and you win the best husband of the year award."

"Ashton Kutcher will be so disappointed." He grabbed her hand. "C'mon, let me show you around."

Jeff pulled Annie from room to room, deftly avoiding the nursery, the door to which he had purposely closed that morning so she couldn't sneak a peek. With every new room discovered, Annie's excitement built and built, and Jeff felt more and more pride for a job well done.

The grand tour of the house almost got derailed when they reached the master bedroom and Annie insisted on christening it (Jewish faith notwithstanding), but Jeff assured her they would get to that later... and not just in the bedroom. They had work to do in the bedroom, the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom... the only room he didn't mention was the nursery—because A) Gross, and B) that was the next stop.

"Alright, I need you to close your eyes," he instructed her as they reached the closed door, just one door down from the master bedroom. Annie gave him a slightly sceptical look. "What? It's not a sex gym... though I'm kind of wishing I'd thought of that before. Just close your eyes." She shook her head at his joke, but complied, closing her eyes tightly. Just to make sure, Jeff put his hand over her eyes before turning the knob and pushing the door open, guiding Annie into the room lit up by the late morning sun.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready!" she exclaimed. Jeff waited just a second longer before pulling his hand away. He watched her closely as her eyes opened and she took in the scene before her.

"Jeff..." she said a little breathlessly. She walked a little further into the room, tracing the furniture with her hand, as if gaining a sense memory of every single object that now belonged to their baby. Jeff just sat back silently and let her take in the room. She was uncharacteristically quiet as she looked around, which made nerves bubble up once again in Jeff's gut.

"What do you think?" he asked after several moments. She turned to face him, and he saw that she had tears in her eyes, and a small but permanent smile affixed to her lips.

"Jeff... it's just," she wiped away one stray tear. "It's perfect. It's so perfect." He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. She looked at him with absolute affection, making his heart melt a little. "Thank you, Jeff. For everything." He smiled and crossed the room, enveloping her in his embrace.

"This is amazing," she mumbled against his chest. He tightened his hold on her and kissed the top of her head.

"You're amazing. And you deserve this." She pulled away just enough to look up at him, and wasted no time pulling him down for a long, lingering kiss.

"I love you so much," she whispered once they'd separated. She pulled away a little, taking him by the hand and leading him to the door.

"Where are we going?" he asked. She turned to peek at him over her should and offered a seductive smile.

"I think it's definitely time to christen the master bedroom."

(Continue the story. Jeff starts by licking Annie’s feet, he then moves on to fuck her).