Better Marriage Blanket Novels & Stories

Breathing felt difficult, each inhale taking great effort to draw air into my lungs. “Just take me home.” The words left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth, one that almost had me gagging. Home. It was a place I had always looked forward to, especially after our marriage. I had imagined that we would be welcomed with grandeur, with red roses scattered about from the garage to the door and a large wedding gift waiting as we opened the door. Or maybe he would pull a surprise and drive to the new home he bought just for us. However, right now I just needed to escape him.

She gently tapped September's head as they both watched the calming hitting of the waves on the shore. "This is perfect..." September muttered before Maeve felt him kissed her shoulders and hugged her tighter. She snuggled even closer to his chest when a cold wind came assaulting their way. Using one hand, September took the blanket he had prepared earlier and wrapped it up around the both of them. "Blankiee!" Maeve squealed like a kid as she saw September wrapping it around themselves. "You really love blankets," he pointed out, chuckling a but when his wife impatiently grabbed the other end of the blanket to wrapped them up quickly.

She gave her boyfriend a quick peck on his cheek. “Silly, not that. Look up!” Triana raised her head, flabbergasted at what she had just witnessed. It was a drone air show giving vibrant red lights in the sky, slowly forming the words: WILL YOU MARRY ME? “What—” She couldn’t finish her sentence because Triana witnessed Caleb down his knees, holding a ring from a red velvet box, when she turned her head. “Will you be my wife, darling?” Caleb confidently smiled as he popped the question. He gently reached out her left hand.

She grabs the blanket to cover her exposed breast then looks at Reverend Dunbar. "Let's get married, shall we." Everyone starts cheering and hooting. My love and adoration triples for Yana. She's definitely a great mom and an excellent partner and she's all MINE! --------

“You did do something bad.” Blakely hit Nickson hard in the chest, but Nickson grabbed both of her hands and he pulled her back into his arms. "We can't regret any of this. After all, what's wrong with us doing that? We're already married." “Our marriage will never be a real wedding. We only got married so you could have solid custody of Arthur. We shouldn't have gone this far.” "We can make this wedding a real one." "We can not. We don't love each other. And conversely, we hate each other. We destroy each other."

Ash nodded as he opened his bag and took out his clothes. When Ash came out of the washroom, Bright had pulled over his side of the blanket and probably fallen asleep. Ash took his tablet and jumped on the bed next to Bright . He pulled up his side of the blanket and started going through his emails. Bright started snoring by his side when Ash attention was pulled to him. He saw his ex-boyfriend-now-husband sleeping on his palm holding the edge of the blanket in his other hand. Ash always marveled how beautiful his boyfriend was, especially when he was asleep. He was back together in one bed with him after so many painful nights but this didn't seem any different. He stared at the wedding

A clean space. My eyes then found, on the armchair near the fireplace, the light blue blanket with little stars. Marco's gift. The physical proof that he saw my future, our future, and accepted it. I picked up the blanket and pressed it against my face, against my chest. It smelled of clean wool and something indefinably safe. I slid down to the floor, leaning against the door, and ran my hand over the now more defined curve of my belly.

Blair met Ralph’s gaze and replied firmly, “Ralph, I swear to you I’ll treat Mabes well. I’ll never do anything to harm her.” Ralph nodded. “Good. I won’t oppose your marriage to Mabes on one condition.” Blair nodded. “What is it?” Ralph said, “You must give her a grand wedding.” The more high-profile, the better. Only then would... Blair looked at Ralph in surprise. He expected a more demanding condition, but Ralph only asked for a grand wedding. “Don’t worry. I won’t let Mabes down.” Even if Ralph did not ask for it, Blair would still do it.

I watched them as they catch the beautiful view of New York above. I can hear them too and that both of them giggled. “Mom, look at that New York Bridge!” Caleb was amused. I smiled secretly. This scenery is so lovely and amusing. As long as I could see them happy, I won’t mind. Blaire and I are married but we didn’t talk about it already. I don’t want to control her nor force her in this marriage. Maybe, there’s a process that God has given to us. Maybe, we are not yet ready to put a label on our marriage, I am willing to wait until she’s ready. I don’t need to force her since I am happy with this kind of set up.