Happy 8th Months Anniversary Novels & Stories

The months passed with the particular busy contentment of genuine happiness, professional achievement intertwining naturally with personal joy. And I found myself, nearly eight months into wedding planning, genuinely grateful for the life I was building, deliberately, choice by choice, exactly the way my parents had once taught me authentic happiness required.

She added, becoming teary. “I was thrilled when I found out. Your dad was beside himself with joy, and he just wanted to hold me, kiss me, and…” She chuckled. We chuckled. “I’m happy you conceived me out of your love for each other,” I confessed. “I’m happy you are here with me…with us…we are all so proud of you.” She stood on her toes to kiss my forehead. “Ah, your anniversary is in a month, isn’t it?” “Yeah…” she chuckled again, going over to the oven and tugging on her mittens.

“Happy one-month anniversary, princess,” Sebastian murmured, his hands possessively wrapping around Kaira’s waist as he leaned in to peck her lips. She smiled warmly, returning the gesture with a lingering kiss. “Happy one-month anniversary to you too—and happy birthday, baby,” she replied softly, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. It had only been a month since they got married, yet it felt like they had been together forever, their bond deep and unwavering.

Today is our anniversary and I am six months pregnant now. I am feeling so happy like all the heavens are on my side. My heart is filled with content, I felt butterflies in my stomach and I felt like beaming in blithe. No words can explain my exhilaration. I felt like glowing, nothing in this world can make me this much happier. The cheerfulness anticipated by the fact that we have lived a whole year together is filling me with elation.

The little wisps of her dark curls damp from sleep. Real. She’s real. My vision blurs as tears pour down my face. I let out a shaky, broken breath, my entire body wracked with a silent sob. How? I get up and pick up my phone from the bedside table, hands trembling as I press the power button. My breath catches as the screen lights up. The date. Six months back. This is when Zach and I are the happiest. Or so I thought. We are still blissfully married. Lila is eighteen months old.

CHAPTER ONE ARIANNA, 8 YEARS OLD Music and laughter rang out, filling the Vitales’ backyard. Despite the cold October day, everyone was in good spirits as they celebrated yet another birthday. Matteo Vitale turned eight today. His parties were always all-day events, with presents, cake, singing, and more presents, of course. Daddy’s friends threw the best parties, but my favorite was Hannah’s and mine. We’d just recently turned eight, and Daddy got us both a pony, plus a telescope to share.

I see the reads, the way you keep coming back to my book even when life is busy, and I appreciate you so much. Oh, I almost forgot. It's a new month. I know I’m a little late to this, but HAPPY NEW MONTH! 🥳 Even though it’s already the 3rd of September. 😂 Yeah, I know I can be a little slow at times but hey, I'm not the only one on this right? I hope this month brings you good things, happy smiles, and lots of stories that make you smile. And thank you for letting me be one of them.

I said. "What is it?" "Letter to us. For Day 365." He took it. Put in jacket pocket. "Don't lose it." "I won't." *3:00 PM - CALLS* Ms. Hart called: "6 months? My babies. I'm proud of you both." Dr. Patel: "Anniversary of a traumatic meeting can be triggering. How are you feeling?" Me: "Safe. Weirdly safe." Nico's sister FaceTimed: "Ew you guys are gross. Happy anniversary nerds. When's wedding?"

I threw my head back as I released into her before I dropped bonelessly on top of her. I nuzzled into her neck, our hearts still thundering. She giggled a moan. “Ticklish?” “Kinda,” she murmured. “Did you really miss my cock?” She slapped my ass. “Did I fuck you hard enough? And please, don’t tell me it was okay.” Another slap. “Happy fourth month anniversary, babe.” She lifted her head. “We don’t celebrate.” “I know. I just want to greet you.” I moved out on top of her and pulled her into my arms. “I want to take a few days off and take you with me far away from the city.”

They already have their own company! “God, Angela. It seems like you look even prettier and sexier now! Why are you like that?!” “Hahaha! Well, you too. You became more lovely and sexy, I’m sure you’re now happy with your husband.” She smiled shyly, “Actually, it’s our third wedding anniversary today.” “Really? Then Happy Anniversary!” “Thank you! Hahaha!”