Call A Hubby Novels & Stories

Hoping that I can forgive you. I smiled at him. “Forgiven. One sorry and an honest explanation is enough for me to believe and forgive you. Besides, you’re my hubby and I can’t stay mad at you. Because if I do, you might probably kick me out of this house. Hahaha.” “Silly. Of course I will never do that. Can you repeat what you just called me? Haha.” “Ha? Hubby? Is it wrong? Okay I will just call you smurf from now on.” I said with a smirk.

Hubby and Wifey is our new call sign. "I don't know that I still have an affects to you. But anyway, I think you haven't forgotten what I've told you before the wedding, before I proposed to you right?" He said and my fore head creased. "What you've told me before? It's 'bout what?" I asked curious, I already forgotten it. "Mmmm.. owh well you promised that we're going to make many babies like 7 so 6 way to go?" He said playing his brows up and down.

She hung up quickly. But within seconds, her phone buzzed again. Vincenzo was calling back. “What is it?” she asked softly. “Can you… can you call me hubby? Just once?” His voice dropped shyly, almost boyish, despite the dangerous man he was. Her breath hitched. Her eyes filled with tears. She pressed the phone to her ear, her lips trembling. “H… hub… hubby.” There was a pause, and then a chuckle from his end, but this one carried pure joy. “Thank you. That’s all I wanted. Good night, baby.”

It was a short kiss but one the left a huge grin on his fave when i let go. I went downstairs and looked for Ethan or Stuart. Since Karl was already home, they would lock up and go to their rooms, which is downstairs. After getting the numbers to some of Karl's favorite restaurants, i was looking through them when i saw my husband walk into the sitting room with my phone in his hand. "Someone called you, Wife." He said. But i didn't get to blush when he told me who had called. Abriana Santos ...

he asked, watching me through the rearview mirror. “Please call me Sussay,” I said with a small wave. “I couldn’t possibly do that—” “It’s fine,” I insisted. “Just call me Sussay.” “As you wish… ma'am,” he accepted reluctantly. “Good,” I declared. “Take me home.” The drive back home was quiet but for my thoughts. I was mad and embarrassed at the same time. Mad that he tried to act away that night. But then again… I tried to kiss a married man.

He told me that I was allowed to be disappointed and right now my husband was really busy still trying to put his territory back together. “Sorry to ask this but why are you calling me with his phone?” I said, sitting up I was genuinely curious and he explained that the reason why he was not able to call me was because he didn't have my number but he knew that his best friend would of course and he had to talk to me.

His thighs tremble, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. I look up at him through my lashes. "You're beautiful," I whisper against his skin. "Even like this. Especially like this." His good eye flutters closed. Another tremor runs through him. My phone is still ringing. Annoying. "Sweetheart, check who's calling," Hayden says, and I sigh, reaching for it, only to freeze. "What? Who is it?" My husband asks. "Dad."

“Fuck my hot cunt… it’s yours.” “Much better,” he grunted. "Hey, you guys, hurry up. You're missing the game! Don't forget the pickles on those sandwiches, and you better put some wine in the fridge for later," my husband called from the living room. "Unnnh, unnnh," I sub-vocalized. "OK, honey," I finally managed to call out, hoping that my voice didn't give me away. "We'll be back out there as soon as we get done in here," I managed to squeeze out.

She smiled like a freaking Cheshire cat. "How many times do I have to say that you are not my wife? And why are you calling me hubby again? Did you think I forget what you did today?" I shouted at her and pulled her towards me. "Get a grip on yourself hubby. So many questions on one go? Don't worry, I'm answering all of your questions. 1. I'm your wife and if you can't remember when did you marry me then you can ask the 100+ guests. I am sure they will let you know about all the details. 2. What should I call my husband if not hubby? Hey, bro? I think you know the answer better than me. And for your last question, I just did what I thought would be hilarious. I think I don't have to tell you

Chapter 45 Someone's POV “Hon!” my wife called out to me. “Yes, Hon?!” I quickly responded. “Can I borrow your phone? I need to call Rhian!” she said, and I immediately felt a wave of anxiety at the urgency in her tone, fearing something bad had happened.