It was their godson, James's, christening, and Kenna and Bash were getting ready. Bash came up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist and started kissing her neck.

Kenna giggled. "Stop distracting me."

"Stop being so beautiful."

"James's christening starts in thirty minutes, we cannot have sex again."

"I only need ten."

"Bash!" Kenna laughed.

"It's true," he said as he ran his hands up her sides. "I can't get enough of you."

"Why?"

"Why do you love me?"

"What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?"

"I just heard two women talking earlier today…"

"What did they say to you?" Bash's eyes darkened with anger.

"That I don't deserve you. That I'm a whore."

"That's not true. Either of those things."

"I have flaws, Bash."

"So do I. You love me anyway, right?"

"Right…"

"Exactly. Your perfect imperfections are the reason I love you."

"What? You're silly."

"They are. Your birthmark on your stomach is beautiful," he said and he traced it above her dress. "So are your beauty marks." he kissed the ones on her cheeks and neck.

Kenna ran her hands through Bash's hair and let out a soft moan. He smiled in her neck.

"You are beautiful, Kenna. If you don't believe me, I have no problem being late to our godson's christening to convince you," he said between kisses going down her breasts.