Good Morning Hubby Novels & Stories

“Oh well..I do have a lot of dangerous habits.” His smile softened as he looked at me with tenderness. He lifted a hand, brushing his thumb along my cheek softly. “Good morning, wife.” The word sent sweet shivers through my spine. “Good morning, husband,” I replied cheekily. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead first, my nose, then finally, my lips. It was slow, and unhurried, like he wasn’t in any rush to get anywhere else. We stayed like that for a moment, breathing each other in, wrapped in the quietness of the morning and the warmth of each other.

She picked up her phone to shove it inside her bag but instantly her phone started ringing, scaring her for a second! When she saw the name, her mouth opened with happiness. "My darling's call has come!" She said and started doing a happy dance! Soon she stopped dancing and received the call! "Who the fuck are you?" Jake's voice boomed in her ears and she thought she became deaf. Why is my hubby so angry? Emma thought. "You are constantly sending me messages!" Jake roared! His angry voice is so sexy, Emma thought drooling over his voice. "What is wrong, hubby? You didn’t recognise me yet?" Emma asked in a soft tone.

My happiness, my husband. _________________________________

I was about to stand up when I noticed a tray of food near the table that has a letter on it. 'Good morning to my beautiful wife. I'm sorry if I have to leave early, there's an emergency at the company that I still need to settle. Don't worry, I'll be back early with our son Red. Please eat breakfast after you wake up and make sure to think of me too. I love you love. By the way, last night and this morning was great. Hope we do it more often. Your husband, Black.' Right after reading his letter, my heart instantly warmed. The abnormal beating of it really made my face flushed as well. This man, he became so corny that I'm loss of words sometimes.

he’d said. Real life. I wasn’t sure what that meant anymore. When I stepped back into the main room, Lake was awake, propped up on one elbow, watching me with a sleepy smile that made my stomach flip in a way that felt embarrassingly teenage. “Well,” he said, voice rough with sleep, “good morning, wife.” There it was. The word hit differently when he said it. Louder. Warmer. More dangerous. “Good morning,” I managed, leaning against the doorframe to keep my knees from betraying me. “Husband.”

“Because I’m going to remind you every day that you’re mine.” The sunlight streaming through the curtains woke me, warming my skin. As I stirred, I realized Adrian was already awake. He sat against the headboard, his chest bare, his hair delightfully tousled. His eyes were fixed on me, filled with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, his voice husky from sleep. I stretched, a lazy smile spreading across my face. “Good morning, husband.” He leaned down, his lips hovering over mine, but instead of kissing me, he paused. “You were perfect last night.”

A small smile lingered on his lips as he turned his attention to his laptop. "You're welcome, husband." I returned his smile and headed out. Hopefully the next morning would turn out great.

The world outside may be chaotic, but in this moment, everything feels perfect and serene. “Hmmm...” Hailey groans softly, her eyes fluttering open as she stretches lazily. “Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep. I smile, planting my lips on her forehead before whispering, “Good morning, my love.” Hailey’s eyes meet mine, filled with warmth and affection as she snuggles closer. The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on our peaceful moment together. “You are so warm and comforting,” she whispers, burying her face in my chest.

Mirabella's Pov When my eyes open the next morning, I find my husband sitting beside me, his lips stretched out into a grin, his face glowing with happiness while he watches me awe-struck. I yawn, stretching my limbs with a deep groan while I push myself up so that my back is resting against the headboard. “Good morning, baby.” Matteo says, his smile growing bigger. “I made you breakfast.” With a roll of my eyes, I whisper underneath my breath, “of course you did.”

Beside her, her husband stirred, his movements slow and languid as he emerged from the depths of sleep. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Christine murmured, her voice soft and gentle as she reached out to gently shake her husband awake. "It's time to rise and shine." Her husband groaned softly in response, his eyes blinking open as he yawned and stretched, his limbs unfurling like a sleepy cat. "Good morning, my love," he replied, his voice husky with sleep. "What time is it?" Christine glanced at the clock on the bedside table, her lips curving into a smile. "It's just past seven," she answered, her voice tinged with excitement. "We have a whole day ahead of us, filled with endless possibilities