Bringing The Nation's Husband Home Novels & Stories

Major Mallon opened the rear passenger door for me and I came in. I didn't say a thing when he opened the co-pilot door for Dr Moreau. I smiled and reminisced on how I met my husband. I was between happy and sad remembering my husband. It was really hard being away from him. However, we have to make sacrifices for our nation. After all, we are doing this for our children so they can enjoy a peaceful life without war. Seven days later during my day off, I went to shop for some personal stuff. I was inspecting the item when someone suddenly bumped my shoulder.

Dad pressed a hand to his chest, "Can you hear that? That's the sound of my heart racing." "I can see where you get your dramatics," Liam whispered to me, and I elbowed him in the stomach. Unfortunately for me, his abdominal muscles were as hard as steel and I only managed to hurt myself, "Do you do sit ups as a hobby or something?" "Don't keep Liam in the cold, Cassie," my father bit out, then smiled at the brown eyed man, "Can I take your bags, please, come on in." And then I watched slack jawed as my beloved father grabbed my husband's duffel and ushered him in, leaving me with my hefty luggage in the snow.

The poor boy who'd married up, the research scientist who didn't quite fit in with their world of old money and social connections. "What are you talking about?" Clara asked, and I could hear genuine confusion in her tone. She moved closer, coming around the side of the bed so she could see my face. "You're my husband." The words should have meant something. Should have carried weight and significance. But they just sounded hollow, empty syllables that bore no relationship to reality. "Plus my dad added you to the list himself," Clara continued, and now there was a pleading edge to her voice. She set the garment bag down on the bed, laying it carefully across the duffle bag and my partially

“Give us a minute.” Natasha nodded politely but remained standing, her presence a living reminder of the world that kept pulling him away. I looked at my husband—the man who had just promised me everything—and felt the final fracture deepen. The confession I had feared had opened us up, but Natasha’s arrival with urgent company news closed the door again before we could truly step through. The empire was calling. And once more, I wondered if my husband would answer.

Winnie's husband returned from his business trip. His wife was happy to see him because he had left home for a period of two months. Markus gave his wife an intimate hug and kissed her all over her body. Winnie then welcomed her husband back home. She found out from her husband how his business trip went; he excitedly told Winnie of a billion contract he's been able to secure for them and their future children. After they talked, Winnie served her husband a sumptuous lunch; fried rice coupled with grilled chicken ,his favorite meal. The excited didn't just end there, Winnie invited her husband over to the bed and had a passionate and unforgettable love making.

" I was so furious I nearly rolled my eyes. He wanted to know what donating sperm felt like? What kind of idiotic excuse was that? I took a deep breath and forced down the urge to deal with his stupidity right there and then. At that moment, all I wanted was peace and quiet. "I don't care what your reason was. Deal with this immediately and get them out of my sight." Ryan nodded and was just about to speak when the two women instantly put on pitiful expressions and began their performance. "Ryan, you can't send us away." Martha burst into tears. "We're just country girls. Our family's poor, and life hasn't been easy. "To come to the city, we even sold the dozen chickens we kept back home. Th

"Haha! Dorothy's talking to the doll, and Laura doesn't understand what's going on!" "Darling? Is she talking to herself? She had a fun night inside that doll." "Laura's still scrambling eggs in the kitchen. How considerate. Her husband's fooling around with another woman, and she's here making breakfast for his lover." "Feeling sorry for Laura? Well, don't. She's just an overglorified maid." I put the scrambled eggs onto a plate and brought them to the dining table. Dorothy had already taken her seat. Calvin had woken up as well, and he showed up for breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

While enjoying a good reality show on TV, my attention was caught by the silhouette of a man at the main door. To my surprise, it was none other than my one and only husband. Knowing he would be out of the country for the whole week, I never expected him to come home this Thursday night. I couldn't seem to explain it, but my traitor heart suddenly rumbled wildly after seeing him unexpectedly. Strange, but it felt like I had missed him even though we had only been separated for days. "I-I t-thought you'll be coming home next week?" My words were stammering.

“It’s fine. I thought as much. I wanted to ask what you would like to have for dinner. But why do you sound worried? Is everything okay?” “Yes. Wanted to inform you that I’m bringing someone home with me.” Adam mumbled, taking a glance at Annie who was nervously playing with her fingers. “Who? Tessie?” Adam could hear the sadness in her voice. He sighed, “No, Babe. Hugh got back to me.” “Y…you are…what I mean is that the person you’re com..coming home with, could that be our daughter?” “She is. I’m bringing her home.” “Are you there? Babe???” He said to the other side since Kara didn’t say anything.

Longing was clearly in his voice, "I am finally home. This is the place I belong to." This statement made my heart full and at the same time confused. I know what was happening, what route I am doing, however, all of it confused me. I ate with the man I called 'husband' and spend the night with him. He was quite passionate since we just met after two years. He had a lot of scars on his back. I traced it gently while he slept. How much he suffered while he was in the war? I really hope that he stopped serving in the army and stayed here in this house. Even he just stayed as a common man who sells rice cake, I will still accept him and accompany him through thick and thin.