Married to the man of my dreams.

He came home. In the morning I suspect. I found him in the kitchen making the breakfast. He looked so Godly. His brown hair and his eyes focused on whatever he's doing, he looked absolutely breathtaking.

It seemed as though he noticed me standing over there across the counter, that he looked up from breaking the eggs and smiled.

"Oh..you're up." He said.

I didn't answer. I was in a loop. I wanted to shout for whatever I saw at instagram yesterday and also wanted to run to him and hug him so tight. Glad that I had him. And that he did return home. To me.

"your...your eyes...did you cry.?" He asked, his eyes foccused on mine. Must've been the puffiness.

"oh...ahh....nothing..." I said and I managed to plaster a smile on my face.

He didn't leave his eyes from mine.

"I'm gonna go wash up and take my bath." I said.

'would you like to join me.?' I wanted to ask internally. Well, don't blame me. We haven't touched at all. And you know it. And well yeah...ofc I wanna touch him... Mou...

"why're you pouting.?"he asked and I saw him smirk.

"n--nothing." I stammered.

"well, go on. Take your bath. I'm gonna finish making our breakfast.." He said and broke another egg and let the contents fall on the container.

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he went off again. Before lunch. He didn't tell me where. Just told me that he'd be late like he usually did.

And as usual, i laid on the sofa and watched a few movies. And eventually fell asleep.

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It had been more than a week since he returned home in the evening and didn't even get to eat whatever i was planning to make for him.

whenever i wanted to ask and whenever i wanted to shout about it, his smile would make me stop. Would make me melt and wouldn't even make me think about him but me and him laying in bed, cuddling and kissing, wanting to feel his lips on mine all over again. It seemed like he had the power to do so. To me. And it felt really weird.

And oh.! He never brought his friends home. Not one member of his old mates. I would only get to see him for breakfast.!!! And that's it.!! And one time i saw him making breakfast and when i came out, he'd not be anywhere i can find him. And left me a note saying, he was late for work and that he'd be home late.

It worried the hell out of me thinking that he doesn't get much time to sleep. He doesn't get time to even get rest. He must be so tired and he managed to put a smile on his face
. It scared me to think that its not even a genuine smile but a fake one to make me think that everything is alright. But i don't want that. I want him to tell me everything. I want him to be more closely tied to me. I want him to know that i am here for him.

I was out near the beach,I sniffed an ounce of air and it felt calming. I smiled to myself and turned around to see our house and it brought me back memories of the day we first moved in. Of how he. Didn't seem pleased to be married. To me. Of how he kissed me. Of how he slipped the ring to my ring finger........

I walked slowly in our house and into our bedroom. I saw a body laying over there and it scared the hell out of me. I quickly covered my mouth from making any sound as I saw his familiar face.

I went to his side without making any sound and knelt beside him observing every movement he made while sleeping.

He was hawt af.!! How could he be so hawt and make me have butterflies in my tummy even when he's asleep.??

His eyes, his nose, his lips, his cheeks, his chin, everything is perfect. Absolutely per-fect.

I slowly raised my right hand and roamed itself into his smooth hair. Without me realised, I kept brushing it down. And I enjoyed myself doing so. Like who wouldn't right.? Every fangirl's dream includes doing do.

He made movements and opened his eyes. My hand, in his hair. How awkward is that.???

"it feels nice. Thanks" he muttered and smiled and closed his eyes agin. Making deep breaths. How...what...why......whaa....?
Did he just see me as someone else.? Or did he really mean that......?

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