Book 1: My Dear Husband

Blurb

Laurel did not believe she would be in a position to marry a man because of her circumstances, it was either to marry him or her Father's death.

She has grown to love him but was love enough to change the man of her husband?

At a point she had to choose between her husband and her parents, who would she choose?

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Laurel pov:

I was panicking,not just small panicking about the clothes I wore that looked like pajamas but full out panicking and I knew that If I met any slightest provocation I might break down crying.

I wasn't the emotional type but I was having a bad day.

Literally today wasn't my day.

It's one of those days you just wake up and receive a blow out of nowhere.

First during breakfast I burned the toast because I was watching a comedy on my phone and cooking well. Technically that was my fault but the look on Noah's face told me he could strangle me if I tried to make an excuse.

My husband Noah went to work hungry today even though he wasn't late he was annoyed that I wasted food.

Oh goodness I know he did it to make me anxious and nervous all day well it worked.

He came home looking as if he had a rough day and I was glad I managed to leave the house without him complaining that I made him go to work hungry in the morning but the glares he was giving me didn't help my anxiety.

It was only when he allowed me to go to the mini mall that I had some relief or so I thought.

I know that the cashier at the counter at the mini mall had something against me when I knew for sure I didn't do anything to her.

How can that cashier tell me that she might have omitted an item when checking the prices and asked that all I brought be rechecked?

She checked it one by one and I was there.

What in goodness name was she saying!

Since she said I couldn't leave if it wasn't rechecked she rechecked it and behold ,it was the same amount.

It's not as if she could stop time so I would go home late.

I didn't want to start an argument with her even when she gave a half sincere apology for wasting my time.

I dashed out of the mini mall to my car's passenger seat to drop off the grocery bags I was holding and then I started searching for my keys.

"Where are my keys?" I muttered unsure of what to make of this situation.

I tapped on the pockets of my jacket and trouser and I didn't feel it and my eyes widened in horror.

Where are my keys?

Wait, calm down!

I paused trying to recall all that I did in the mini mall.

I got out of my car,put my key in my purse.

Oh my purse!

Where is it?

I was carrying about 10 grocery bags.

I crouched down in the parking lot as a car drove by me as I searched each grocery bag looking for my purse.

This was all the cashier's fault. If she didn't tell me to recheck all I brought after I had paid for it, I would not be in this mess.

Just because I brought a lot.

I just didn't want to go back into the mini mall and not find my purse. It's best if I search the grocery bags first.

After searching the grocery bags and not finding it I decided to run back inside and check with the cashier but I couldn't just leave this bags here and they were heavy ,I brought a lot of stuff,I think five gallon of milk was here and one of them had a watermelon in it carrying this around.

Damn I am screwed.

I had to pick them all up again and dashed back into the mini mall and to the counter.

"Did I leave my purse here?" I asked the cashier who rolled her eyes at me and tossed my purse to the counter.

"You can't even check if your purse is with you." She said and it seemed to me as if she was scolding me as she chewed her gun.

"Can you see all I am carrying?" I asked her, feeling my lips twitch in annoyance.

"You should buy what you can carry, it's not my business,I knew you would come back so you should thank me for at least keeping it safe for you." She huffed at me.

"You saw it and didn't think to call me back"." I sighed in disbelief.

"Why would I do that?" She asked, staring at me as if I had grown a head.

"I mean who's crazy enough to leave their purse on a counter in a mini mall." She scoffed.

I opened my mouth to start an argument but then I remembered I was already late.

This cashier was probably sent to make my day go more bad.

There was no one in the mini mall so arguing with her wasn't relevant.

I dashed down the door again to my car. I opened the back seat and tossed the grocery bags inside,slammed the door shut and ran all the way to the driver's door.I opened it, sat down and drove off.

I was screwed, my mind told me again and again.

I drove like crazy just to get home in time but there was this red car in front of me that was driving slow .

I could hear loud music coming from the car and I wondered if they could even hear the horns.

I pressed the horn and tried to overtake the car but it blocked me.

Wait what?

They were doing this on purpose.

I tried driving to the right side to overtake and the car blocked me again.

What is this?

Who could be driving this way and not care about where others were going?

Does this seem like a private road?

I pressed into the horn angrily and the car in front of me was reluctant to move so I overtook it and continued driving.

"Crazy!" I heard the driver yell.

Crazy? I scoffed if I was the crazy one or him.

Driving back to the apartment building I knew that I must have passed the speed limit and would have gotten a ticket or two but that wasn't the case.

I would rather get a speeding ticket than get home late.

I knew the consequences.

I was so tired and exhausted from all these.

I shouldn't just make one trip to the grocery shop in a month but I did and it was hectic each time because I had no one to help.

Apart from today if I needed something else my husband would go get it after he would ask me a hundred things if it was needed and I have to tell him yes each time and if I said maybe even just once then he would conclude it wasn't needed.

I brought personal stuff as well since I wouldn't be getting his card again till next month.

The weekend was supposed to make me happy because at least I could be free from work if that wasn't the case.

I was a housewife and all day all I did was to make sure the house was clean, Tracy's toys weren't littered all across the living room.

It made me tired and exhausted each day and looking at it each time I thought I would pass out at any moment with the numerous work I do but I had to suck it up.

If I didn't do it no one would and Noah wasn't that keen to the idea of having a maid.

Why have a maid around when I had to take care of just one kid and the house while he worked.

Noah says that having a maid around would make me slack off work which was hardly true.

I would work even though a maid was hired and Noah believes that men shouldn't do house chores.

I got out of the car hastily and took the bags of groceries I bought and made my way to the elevator.

The grocery bags were heavy,I didn't get help by then when I looked ahead I saw the elevator door closing, which made me forget the heaviness of the bags as I tried jugging a bit.

I could use the next one no big deal.

Except that It was almost time for the curfew that My husband gave me and I needed to be home or I was freaking dead.

Waiting for another trip up would mean more time passing and I was ready for his tantrums today.

I just needed peace after today.

"Hold the lift please!" I yelled hoping,praying that whoever was in the lift heard me and thanked my lucky stars the person did.

The person held the elevator as I hastened my steps.

I got into the elevator struggling with the bags and I sighed in relief.

Good people still exist.

"Thank you." I told the man standing behind me.

He had his headphones on and hands in his jacket pockets so it's either he doesn't want to talk or he just hears me.

But he heard when I said to hold the lift.

I gave him a side eye. I wanted to press the button but I noticed he was going to the same floor I was.

I haven't seen him before. Is he new here?

We finally got to our stop and the elevator down opened. I was the first to walk out but a bag I was holding hit my leg.

I don't understand what was in it but I lost balance and I was falling face front.

I closed my eyes for the impact.

A pull on my jacket made me stand upright and fall backwards landing on a rather hard body as the bags I was carrying all fell to the floor.

I popped my eyes open and glanced upwards to the man that saved me,his headphones were now resting in his neck as he was staring intensely at me.

I was admiring his features.

I have never gotten this close to a man except my husband.

"Your bags." His husky voice brought me back to reality as my eyes widened and I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts.

I leaned off his chest and took steps away from him.

"Um thank you." I thanked him nervously, feeling embarrassed that he caught me staring.

I started picking up my bags again. I saw him helping me as he picked up most of them.

"You don't have to.."

"It's fine I am on the same floor,it wouldn't be good if you end up tripping and falling and spilling what you brought." He said and started walking down the hall.

It's not as if I didn't want help.

I appreciated it but I didn't want that help coming from another man.

My husband was at home and If my husband saw this he wouldn't be happy.