After dropping Emma off to Rose's house, we made our way back to our house so Eva, and I could get ready for dinner we are gonna have at a restaurant.
I'm straightening my tie, when the bathroom door swings open and a gorgeous, super cute Eva is standing nervously, chewing on her bottom lip.
My whole body tenses, and I'm literally seconds away from cancelling this dinner or make her wear something decent.
She's wearing a cream colour dress that rests just above her knees. Slightly decent but not much of my liking.
"You cannot wear that, Eva. Nope no way," I blurt, shaking my head right and left with probably a crease on my forehead.
Does my lovely wife, might I mention how amazing she is, love to give me heart attacks ever so often? I mean, aren't there decent clothes in this world th
