Novel & Cerita Good Morning Hubby

We had been too busy fucking each other's brains out all night long. Julie turned and saw me, her face lighting up. "Jack... you're up. Come on, let's have breakfast together," she said, carrying the plates to the table. I looked at her, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. "Good morning, wife," I said with a smirk. She blushed and replied shyly, "Good morning, husband."

We made love like we had all the time in the world. I woke up early and saw my hubby was already up and went away. He is an early bird and one hardly forgets their routine. But I on the other hand wakes up really late and thankfully Fathima makes me coffee so I could chase away my Monday blues. But my husband hardly requires a coffee. He runs like a well oiled machine. I knew he was very keen on his morning runs. When he wakes up earlier than I could ever imagine. I knew he missed it. I hardly ever witnessed it happen. I only saw the proof of his sweaty tshirt and shorts before Fathima tucks it away.

I wake up with the rays of clarity that sneak through the curtains as rules of light. Although I have my sun lying with me, its heat burns me so much that I barely get used to it. Now it has a warmth that intoxicates me with its smell. That is my male, who wakes up because I'm watching him and yawning, and tells me, “Good morning, my pretty wife.”

"Good Morning," Gabriel greeted as he opened the door of their bedroom. His lips stretched widely seeing his wife sitting down on the bed with a huge and bright smile plastered on her lips while looking at him. "Good morning, Love," she greeted back. Gabriel's heart stopped beating for a second. He was still not used to it, hence it never fail to make his heart skipped a beat. Biting the bottom of his lips, he rushed to the bed and carefully placed the tray full of foods on top of her legs before he leaned down to kiss her lips.

"I was scared. Not of you. Just... deserving of something this good." "You’ve always deserved it," he said. And somehow, in his arms, I finally believed it. --- We woke to birdsong and the scent of pine. I found him in the kitchen making breakfast in just his pajama bottoms, humming off-key to some old love song on the radio. He looked up, and his whole face lit up. "Morning, Mrs. Hart." I blushed. "Still getting used to that." He set a mug of coffee in front of me. "You’ll get there. One sweet morning at a time."

Opening the message, I felt those familiar butterflies at his sweet words: "Good morning, my beautiful wife! You can't imagine how eager I am to see you in your stunning white dress later. I can hardly wait to finally call you mine forever. All my love, your one and only." I reread his message a few times, my cheeks flushing and my heart fluttering rapidly with each pass. How did I get so incredibly lucky to find a man as wonderful as Karl? This had to be the biggest dream come true. After a couple of minutes spent trying to come up with an appropriately romantic reply, I finally typed out: "Good morning, my handsome husband :) I'm counting down the minutes until I get to be in your arms!" S

I went into the kitchen and hugged him from behind. " Good morning dan" i greeted. He turned" good morning kathie" he said kissing my forehead. I smiled. " How was the night? He asked winking at me. I hit his chest" silly boy" " Hope you aren't feeling any pain" he asked. " Just a little" i said. " Am sorry okay? He apologized. " It's okay, am fine" I said. " Thank you Kathie" he said. " What for? " For keeping yourself for me, am glad I got married to you, you made me the happiest man on Earth" he said beaming.

Nathan I wake up the following morning to find my wife in my arms. She must have been emotionally exhausted because she usually wakes up before me. I pick up my phone and instruct Brian to send us breakfast. I don’t want Amari worrying about that today. I am still watching her when she flips her alluring eyes open. “Morning.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “Morning, wife.” I tighten my arms around her when she cries to sit. “Breakfast is sorted. A friend is sending us something,” I say and feel her relax.

The discussion on cooperation went quite well, both parties were equally satisfied, and hoped that in the future it would also produce good things. "Okay, then, Mr. Edgar, I have to say goodbye now, because my husband is waiting," Keysha deliberately suppressed the word husband, so that Edgar would know and remember that Keysha now has a husband, and to break Edgar's argument, who seemed to see that Keysha would not be happy if he were not married to Edgar. "Okay, Mrs. Keysha, have a nice lunch with your lovely husband," said Edgar, with a forced smile. Keysha just smiled, and walked away.

As the morning sun painted the room in a warm glow, I slowly opened my eyes to the gentle touch of sweet kisses on my neck, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. A wave of joy washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile, feeling utterly content. "Good morning sunshine," came Dante's soft voice, whispered lovingly into my ear. With love in my heart, I replied, "Good morning, my dear husband." "Wait, we are still married, are we?" I questioned wide eyed.