Yumi woke up from her peaceful sleep because she felt something different. She turned over to where her husband would usually be laying, but felt air.

"Ulrich? Babe?" she called through the house to try to locate her husband.

After hearing silence, Yumi decided to try and find him. She pulled the covers away from her body and stepped onto the floor.

"Shit, cold floor"

She opened the bedroom and walked out. She slowly walked across the hallway and down the stairs. When she got to the bottom, she heard what sounded like a soccer game coming from the media room. When she walked into the media room, she saw Ulrich sitting in a chair watching a soccer. She walked slowly trying not to make a noise. When she was close enough, she put her arms around his chest and kissed his head.

"Couldn't sleep?" She said still giving slight kissed.

"No, I'm going against the #2 striker in the world tomarrow. I'm nervous as hell."

"But, you're forgetting. Who's the #1 striker in the world?"

"I am"

"yes you." She said while jumping into her husbands lap.

"and who's the best husband in the world?"

"me"

" You're the gonna love this one. Who's the best love maker in the world?"

"Me"

"hmmmm. I'm not so sure, I think you need to prove it."

As if by nature, Ulrich grabbed Yumi by the waist and made it so she was straddling him. Ulrich furiously kissed her neck while she helped him with his belt.

"Oh my god" She moaned with pleasure.

"I think we should go back to the bedroom" Ulrich said in between kisses,

Ulrich picked Yumi up by the waist and she locked her legs behind his back. He slowly walked out of the media room and up the stairs. When they got to their room, Ulrich threw his wife on the bed. Yumi's eyes were full of love and lust. She licked her lips and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Right before her shirt came off, Ulrich shut the door.