Help! My Beast Husband Pampers Me Too Much! Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The people added that they will wait until we will have a child on our own regardless of what will happen.” “Oh. That’s such good news. Again. See? The people know you are dependable. They see all your sacrifices and efforts. Come here, you big boy.” I motioned for him to come to me. “You deserved a kiss on the lips. Now, kiss me, my dear husband.” He smirked. "You cannot get enough of me, do you?" "Of course. You're my comfort zone. Something I would always go back to when I needed a rest from the world. I don't know what to do without you, Your Majesty."

“Whatever you choose to do with it is none of my concern. That money was given to you as compensation for what happened between us that night.” My brows immediately furrowed, I could feel irritation rising inside me as I listened to him. Then he stopped in front of me. “You are here because I need you,” he said. “And what I need from you is for you to share my bed every night.” The moment he stopped in front of me, I spat directly in his face. For a second, the Beast simply stood there. The surprise on his face was unmistakable. Clearly, he hadn't expected me to react that way, a frown formed on his face but I didn't care.

Just last month, he bagged his certificate and wouldn’t go anywhere without it. Someone ran over to Jimmy, Jane, his almost four-year-old sister. “I will follow you, right?” she said in her tiny voice. Clara and Joshua turned out to be a perfect couple. Mr. Charles…well, he is still Mr. Charles, but calmer, I guess. And Becky will always be a pain in our ass. She wouldn’t stop tormenting my husband and me. My husband, I love the sound of that. Any other person isn’t important to me. They are living one way or the other.

he breathed, looking at me. I gave him a sweet smile. “Happy Wedding Monthsary, babe.” He smiled back. “I should have guessed you’ll have something for me today.” “We’re having sex everyday and every night already, what do you mean?” I teased as he helped me up the couch. “I’m sorry, I can’t think of doing anything else because I’m just too heavy to move. I’ll just lie down here and you can do whatever you want with me.” We both laughed at my attempt to make it seem so lazy, when it’s the best of our hobbies as husband and wife.

Chapter 89: Taking after their mother ** Amber’s POV “My love, you are already the best husband and father ever,” I tell my husband, “You don’t need to buy out the entire toy store to prove it!” We both regard the pile of toys my mate has brought home today. Stuffed wolves of every size and color, some of them far too big for our newborns. Which my husband knows. Mobiles, teddy bears, so many other puffy creatures that I can’t even readily identify. I think some are from television shows, but I’m really not sure. There’s just so many of them.

The fact that she had to work with her husband after an affair was already a disaster, and now she had to work with her husband's boyfriend too. If she could, she would just pull out every strand of her husband's hair from his scalp until he was bald. Let's see whether the guy will still be handsome or not if he is bald.

I have successfully been able to make Amber suffer for 4 days and I'm more than happy that happened. I have become the sugar baby I've always wanted to be, lazy around, sleep, dance on the beach , eat and do nothing more. Amber on the other hand has become a full time house husband. He does the cooking, and I must say he's actually good at it . He cleans the cabin, I even turned him to my fan man that uses banana leaves to fan me when it starts getting hot, yeah I know he deserves even worse.

Then she burst out laughing and shook her head. “Oh, girl,” she said. “You are in trouble.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you are in deep, deep trouble.” She pointed at me. “You just slept with your husband’s best friend, you said it was the best you have hand in a long time, and now he is staying in your pack house. You are not just in trouble — you are in a whole mess.” I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because she was right.

“Yeah. The zoo.” His laughter is rich and contagious, and I can’t help joining in. God, this feels so warm and real, like we belong here somehow, like we’re playing a part that makes perfect sense. “So this rule book you said your husband sent you,” he says after a beat, his tone playful again. “How many of those rules are you planning on breaking?” “Huh?” I blink. “What?” He shrugs, lips twitching with amusement. “You have to be a little rebellious. He doesn’t deserve you.”

The baby’s attachment to me is still weak since it's just forming, so I really need to be careful. The doctors gave us so many instructions, and my husband? He didn’t even let me walk on my own—he carried me! He said he didn’t want me to get tired. He doesn’t stress me out anymore, either. He gives me everything I ask for. Well, that’s good. I feel like a princess now, with an instant assistant who’s also my husband. “Buy me bananas!” I shouted at Lexus, even though he was just in front of me. He was busy with his phone, tapping away, which was starting to annoy me because he was too focused on it.