husband

Are we going to stay the night at your parent's house?" I asked as we exited the elevator.

"Do you want to?" he asked back.

"Do you want?" I asked again.

Bennet shrugged his shoulders again. "I wanna go home. With you."

Oops. My heart is regodon-de-honor again.

"To Sephiroth?"

"Nope. I have a house here in Verona of my own."

Oh, I don't know that. I just nodded.

We were greeted by Bennet's other staff who immediately bowed when they saw us in the lobby. They said "good evening Sir" to Bennet in unison. The man is just a Dedma.

"That house, when we have our firstborn. I will name it after him," Bennet added as we boarded the limousine car.

It was as if I was touched by what Bennet said. Firstborn. Our first child. He's talking about our supposed firstborn. My heart just can't take it. It's good to hear that it hurts too much. I remained silent because something was blocking my throat.

"I just hope he will be a boy. I've been dreaming of a boy first born then a girl after him. Wouldn't