Novel & Cerita His Bed Warmer Wife

"Not unless you want me to. You know, the way you’re glaring at me right now, that seems unlikely.” "Then why do I have to sleep in your room?" He reappeared in the doorway. "Because this penthouse has staff. Cleaners, a chef, security personnel. It makes me appear weak if I don’t bed my new wife.“ Not many of weak men in my world.” "That's not my problem." "It is now." He walked back toward me. “You were trying to save your bakery. You were trying to save your family. This is the price. You are devoted wife. That even means sleeping in my bed.”

It has a see-through fire place from living room to bedroom, and I can tell it is a gas. Galen came up behind me and reached around me turning on the gas to start the fire. The cabin was already nicely warm. I smiled and stepped back into Galen’s arms, and he wrapped them tight around me then turned me in his arms, so I was facing him. “My beautiful wife.” He said and gently kissed me. I wrapped my arms around my husband and deepened the kiss. We stood there kissing and caressing then he lifted me in his arms and took me to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He kissed me over and over and then deepened the kiss, and I held him as tight as I could to bring him closer to me. When I began

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

Chapter 56: Cuddling Her Husband ADRIA I was warm. That was the first thing I registered, before consciousness had fully assembled itself into something coherent—just warmth, pervasive and thorough, the kind that soaked into muscle and bone and made the prospect of moving feel genuinely offensive. My bed was always warm because I kept the thermostat set two degrees higher than Damien preferred, a small rebellion he'd never noticed, and because of the heated body pillow I'd purchased seven months into our marriage on a particularly bleak Tuesday afternoon.

I had kept my one arm wrapped around her waist, the other serving as her pillow, my bicep under her head so I could hold her closer, keep her warm, keep her safe. Every time she stirred or her breathing changed, I pressed my lips to her forehead, checking the temperature. “Still too hot, bunny,” I muttered to the silent room even, my voice was rough with exhaustion and barely leashed hunger. “But you’re mine to take care of now. My wife. My obsession. I’ll burn the fever out of you myself if I have to.”

She followed him like an obedient sheep and wondered if he was using the excuse as a ploy to pull down her undergarments and show her his manhood the old fashioned way from the rear. His wife was in her bedroom and he explained that she often slept in the daytime because of her required medication. The woman was out like a light and the number of medications on the table attested to her poor health and need for a caretaker like a doting husband. It was so depressing that Yoko was tempted to immediately start sucking Mister Asugi’s obviously untended cock just to show him her depth of feeling about tending to his manly needs. They went into the kitchen and he made tea for her just like her mo

I am holding my beautiful wife in bed. “Really? We heard. Come on, how many times have you got to do that? Gee, I hope Mom has the baby soon. We heard our son Thomas Wade II say" disgusted". We both chuckled in each other's arms. I kissed my wife. She yawned; she was sleepy again. She holds onto my arm and goes to sleep.

"Do you need anything babe? Hot water? Tea? Oats?" Damien had been such a doting husband and father, it was both adorable and hilarious to see the all tough and buff boss being such a lover boy and family man. What a change... "No babe, just come here." I patted the other side of the bed. "Come lie down, you're stressed out already." I insisted when I saw his reluctance. He took his shoes off and climbed into the bed, leaving the babies as the only boundary between us. "It's going to be different now." He said, adjusting Darian's cap.

It was like she was a walking dead. Mr. Shield couldn’t even sleep a wink in the last few days. Guilt, grief and misery were eating him alive. His wife was also the same but fortunately she was prescribed sedatives which at least made her calm during night. During midnight, Mr. Shield got up from their bed and began pacing inside their bedroom. A few minutes later, his wife too got up. "Why aren’t you sleeping?" She asked. It was the first thing she spoke to him since they returned from hospital.

As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to find what helped me fall asleep fastest. When he learned that my stomach was sensitive, he trained with the family chef for two months and woke up two hours early every day to make me a special meal that wouldn’t upset my digestion. When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession.