Future Husband Novels & Stories

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

She stirs the pot again, wooden spoon scraping softly against the bottom, as if giving me space without letting me off the hook. I study her for a long moment, then take the glass and drink slowly. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I speak. “I’m thinking of getting pregnant.” The spoon slips from her hand and clatters against the pot. She turns around so fast I almost step back. “Mind if I ask who you’re planning to choose as the father?” I frown. “I’m married, Laura. Felix is my husband.” She arches a brow in mock realization. “Oh. Right. I thought you two were just roommates.”

What's up with that? “Yes, he does.” Cash confirms and I let out a slow breath. “Well, I'll be damned..” “Quiet a romantic pickle your three siblings have found themselves in..” Cash sas with a grin. “We are so lucky that we are past all that mess. We are locked down forever.” He kisses my lips. “Forever? Oh no, honey. You're just a place holder until I find my next husband.” I tease him. He gives a growl and picks me up as I laugh. “Next husband..” He rumbles in my ear. “Then I guess I should be on the lookout for my next wife.”

Fidelis retorts wearing a smile. “I don’t want to intrude but I have no choice. Please my lovely husband can you stop, and let unfortunate happenings of the past be in the past? We have a new beginning. Our son is here and our love story is marked forever. No one could separate us and no one can in the future. You’re my destiny, and my future. The schemes, and plots in the past couldn’t tear us apart completely, nothing else can.” He nods to realization setting in. He lends a hand to Fidelis on the floor who takes it, and once he is on his feet Tagon punches him straight in the face.

"What are you saying? You're pregnant? Oh my God, I knew it would be like this. What about your studies? You used to be so confident and turned down the proposal of Joshua, the ranch owner's son. But now you're actually pregnant. Is he your future husband?" "Yes, he is my future husband." "Tch, too handsome for a woman like you. Is he rich?" Her aunt's question was getting outrageous, she looked unhappy when she saw this handsome-looking man standing in front of her house was her nephew's future husband. "He's an ex-US soldier and now we're trying to open a tea and coffee shop, so-" "Tch, it's bet

Your Husband, Maria Walker.

WINTER'S POV We can hope for our future, but we don't know what God has stored for us. Same is in my case. I always dreamed of a full of love marriage with a lot of love and happiness. Then have a lot of babies. I have always dreamed that my future husband will support and help me in fulfilling my dream of being an author, but here the person sitting beside me, my so dear husband is worthless. I can't even expect such a thing from him.2

Future has her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide open. “Future, you are the only woman who has and continues to endure my shit. I know I'm not the perfect gentleman as I keep making you cry, but you put a smile on your face like everything is alright. You hold it in even if it kills you slowly. I put you through hell in high school, but you forgave me. I love you more than life itself and without you; I have nothing to live for. You are giving me a baby, and I can't even tell you how happy I am. Future Elizabeth Reed, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” ****