“Why would I ever mock you? God made you so unique that you’re hot when you’re not pregnant and hotter when you are.” William~ “Welcome, Darling how was work?” I ask as I feel William pass by the kitchen and I’m certain he’s heading for the bedroom. He halts, takes a few steps back, and looks through the door at me. “What are you doing?” He demands slowly, stepping into the kitchen. I turn to look at him, who’s standing before me, looking a little worn and tired from the day’s stress, holding his suit over his shoulder. “Cooking. Again I’ll ask, how was work?” A frown appears on his face and doesn’t leave. “Cooking? Have you seen yourself lately?” “Yes I have,” I nod and sigh heavily “I’m heavily pregnant and for the third time, how was work?” “You are pregnant and the last thing we both need is you stressing yourself out. Where are the maids and cooks?” He whines and complains like I just did a bad thing. I place my hand on my waist and glare at him. “You’re just going to keep
Hey, lovely readers, this is a Christmas special chapter, hope you enjoy. A Merry Christmas from me to you . “I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, but how I love the gifts I give!” ~Carolyn wells “One second,” I yell before getting up from the bed and going to the door after hearing a knock on it. I open the door, still rubbing my sleepy eyes, and when my eyes finally clear out, I see William standing at the door. He held his black suit over his shoulder with one hand and holding onto his suitcase with another. He looks a bit tired and worn, and I can’t blame him. Three days ago he received a call to be in the UK after the attack on the McQueens company that left many injured took place. Even though our tradition in this family during the holiday was to stay together, he had to leave. He promised to do everything he can on order to return to me in one piece and before