"Alright, I'm serious now, who cooked?"Lexie groaned, eyes travelling over to Maxwell. "How many times must I tell you that I did? I chopped the onions, the tomatoes, the sweet peppers, I passed him the macaroni and not only that I passed him the season and the rice too, the only thing he did was put it on the damn fire.""Yes, but Lexi—""Shut up Zheme."Zheme pursed his lips in acquiescence to her harsh words and only then did Lexie turn back to face Maxwell with a sweet smile. "Anymore questions sir?"Maxwell shook his head while moistening his lips. "No, but I do have something to tell you...perhaps it will hurt your feelings, perhaps it will break you, but I have to tell you.""What? Go ahead, tell me."Maxwell sighed in a mocking style, pushing away the now empty plate. "You did not cook the food.""What? Is that...is that all?" Lexie's mouth dropped, eyes lethally narrowing. "You're just like your son, a

With a smile as beautiful as lilies, Lexie stood before the mirror, she looked beautiful, even she could testify to that fact.Her hair; adorned by pretty clips and pins was caught and stylishly wrapped in a bun, her makeup was light, yet she still looked like the goddess of the sun. She glowed, glowed magnificently beneath her pretty, white dress, and her white heels made her feel as though she stood on top of the world.She was happy, mainly because soon, she'd get to see him, her fiancé, her groom.She was ready, ready to start a family, ready to finally, truly and forever be HIS BRIDE.Since the day of his proposal, a couple weeks had passed, in those weeks, the wedding date was set and gradually prepared for. She was taken out to pick her dress and she drove back home with a total of five and today after trying on all five, she stood resplendently before the mirror, no doubt feeling satisfied.The dress suited her perfectly, though s

"Zheme Mardruk Algae, do you take Lexie Shay Dillon for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"Zheme nodded without a doubt. "I do.""Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do.""You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride."Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion.Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.At thi

"Entertain...?" Lexie questioned, following Zheme up the unfamiliar wooden stairs. "What do you mean by entertain?" "I mean..." Zheme sighed. "You're going to show me exactly what you do in the mornings while I'm asleep."Lexie fumbled with her fingers, eyes watching as he opened up the door to the bedroom. "I can't...I can't possibly show you that, it'd be mortifying.""Then...I can't forgive you either." He stepped into the room, eyes scanning the creativity that laid inside.The room wasn't big but it had all the essentials: a king sized bed decorated with fine sheets and seemingly soft pillows, a nightstand upholding a stylish lamp and decorative items and a built in dresser with a flat screen TV on top and an arm chair beneath it.It also had double doors that lead to a balcony that issued a marvelous view of the sea and a seemingly comfortable couch in the far corner of the room.Zheme grabbed the armchair from beneath the

Lexie padded to the couch and with a heavy sigh, she took a seat beside Zheme. After the marriage, they had started off clean, the past was put behind them and what laid before them now was the present and the future.They had left the house behind too and had moved to a different one, one more modern and one in which they've already started their new life.Lexie was almost eight months pregnant now, her stomach blown as big as a floating balloon and Zheme only made matters worst by constantly calling her a pig. Not because she was fat, but because she ate a lot. Around the clock she'd be stuffing her face and when she wasn't doing that, she was either tormenting Zheme or painting.Now though was one of the times she felt the need to perplex her husband. He had been doing office work since morning and though he still looked after her, Lexie wanted to feel more important than the computer that sat in his lap.So she hauled the thing from him, placi