Anniversary 9 Month Novels & Stories

I see the reads, the way you keep coming back to my book even when life is busy, and I appreciate you so much. Oh, I almost forgot. It's a new month. I know I’m a little late to this, but HAPPY NEW MONTH! 🥳 Even though it’s already the 3rd of September. 😂 Yeah, I know I can be a little slow at times but hey, I'm not the only one on this right? I hope this month brings you good things, happy smiles, and lots of stories that make you smile. And thank you for letting me be one of them.

3 Months Later Today was a very special day. It was the one year anniversary that Mike and I have been officially dating. I was busy getting ready since Mike said he was taking me out. I had just finished getting dressed when I got this strange feeling. I have not had this feeling in over a year. Trying to shake it off I started to apply my makeup and style my hair. As I finished I heard my phone go off. Thinking it was Mike, I made my way over to the night stand. Picking up my phone I saw a text from a number I did not know. Opening the text I read...

— no doubt one of the neighbors is hoping to get some yard work done. It was a Saturday right in the middle of September — the welcome transition between summer and fall when the weather was neither hot nor cold, just pleasant. The eighteenth of September; a few days away from the twenty-first, the technical first day of autumn, yet the sun shined outside as if it couldn't care less. The eighteenth of September. My birthday.

How about making the most of the little time we have? He comes back with the towel on his shoulder, stops at the door and I ask. — Is today a special day? — Yes, won't you tell me you forgot? — I think so... — I can't believe you forgot our anniversary, Wanchai? — Our anniversary? Are you crazy? What day is today? — September 25th! — Our anniversary is on the twenty-fifth of October, where did you get that from? — Wow, I think I'm a month early!

Almost arousing. " What month is it? ." " September . . . . . why . . . . ." September. It's two months past my birthday. My birthday never meant much in the past, I didn't know why I was trying to make a big deal out of it now. If it was September, then . . . . . . I've spent eleven months and a week with Logan. It's been almost a year since . . . . . I left home. Logan suddenly pulls up behind me, watching me from above, fear in his eyes as they watched me with concern.

Although at this point, I was less Aphrodite and more an exhausted, waddling fertility statue. I stretched lightly, then stopped in front of the mirror, one hand sliding down to my stomach. My belly was so round it felt like I’d swallowed the moon whole. "Not long now," I murmured, tracing the curve of it. "By midnight, you'll be nine months. Just hang in there, you two. And hey…perfect timing for Mommy and Daddy's anniversary. Romantic, right?" I nearly flinched at the buzz of my phone on the nightstand. Something about Vincent and his stupid random text messages was beginning to freak me out.

After hanging up the call, I called my assistant and asked him to immediately divide the properties under my name and my husband's, Cedric Shelby. I wanted to minimize the losses of this situation. I immediately drove to the jewelry store. Just as I was about to get out of the car, I received a call from Cedric. "Honey, I just found out I have to go on a week-long business trip. It's so last minute that I can't spend our anniversary with you. There are also some problems with the company's cash flow, so could you transfer me $100 million?"

"Stop pretending. I know you're unsatisfied with it. You've always had high standards for everything. Since I made you unhappy by giving you something you don't like, let's just cancel it out with a free pass, okay?" That floored me. Did the free passes mean so little to him? I couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you want to use one?" Bryan nodded without thinking much of it. "I've got plenty left anyway. Using one won't hurt." He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his tone becoming a lot more suggestive as he said, "After all, it's our wedding anniversary tonight. I don't want you to be unhappy." For a moment, I truly wanted to inform him that he only had three more free passes left.

I ran my hand through my windblown hair and nodded in agreement as we headed to the locker room. "Stranger things have happened," I murmured, darkly as the chatters of the other stranded students faded gradually the farther we went into the school. Thankfully, the ever bright Molly chose not to comment on that as she chose another topic. "Ruby," she was skipping as she walked now, the ever athletic Molly. She was just a bundle of joy. "Your birthday is coming." "I know." September 1st was a day I looked forward to, ages ago. The day I would officially become an adult, yet the only thing on my mind these days was how to live that long.

Grace—their youngest at nine—arranged flowers in a vase. "Where's your mother?" Duke asked. "Shower." Emma didn't look up. "We wanted to surprise you both with breakfast. Anniversary breakfast." Duke's heart swelled. "You didn't have to do this." "We wanted to." JJ grinned. "It's a big deal. Ten years. That's like ancient." "Watch it, kid." Duke ruffled his son's hair. "Not that ancient." "Dad, you're forty-six. That's ancient," Grace said seriously.