I Love My Future Husband Novels & Stories

I may know a bit, but I think I still need to have a lot of practice. Though, I don't think I need to enhance my cooking skills anymore like Dad said. How would I cook my future husband anyway? Although the future between me and Carter is still unsure, every time I hear the word 'husband', he is the one I always remember. When I daydream often, I imagine myself with him in our own home, having a life with him, a complete family that I really want to have. That's why I think I don't need to struggle in learning to cook anymore since my husband won't be going to eat anything like human food.

I hit him on his shoulder, causing him to release from holding both of my cheeks. "There is no next. Let's save for the children's future. Our family is growing," I stroked my stomach. "I save for our children's future. As for me, I'm ready to marry you anywhere you want... I can spend a billion. And I can prove to you that I love you... and I can prove to the universe that I love you..." I bit the bottom of my lip that barely bled. It makes me cry. “Spencer...” “Spencer, I know you love me... I understand you— You make me cry!” He pulled me closer to him and then hugged me while rubbing my back.

I blushed. "I would marry you today and still have more to say. You are my life. My future. Someone I would love to start a family with." "Really?" I chocked tears slipping on my face. "I want to dod everything with you. All of it should be with you. You would be the most beautiful mother to our children in the future." "I would love that too, but only after marriage can we plan our family." "For you, I will wait until you are ready." "I have never been sure of anything in my life and I can't wait to start our future because I love you. It's crazy what we have, but it's a blessing. A blessing I'm grasping with both hands and I say we can start preparing as soon as tomorrow."

“You’re still a retarded woman until now.” “And you’re still a pervert.” I hissed. “W-What did you just say?! I’m a what?!” “A pervert!” I said, boldly. “How can you say that to your future husband? Do you want me to really show you what a real pervert does? Huh?” he said teasingly. That stopped me. I looked at him again, “W-What did you say? F-Future husband? But you— “Yes, I already have a girlfriend. And she’s standing in front of me now.”

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

he said, trying to joke so I wouldn't get too nervous. "Well, come on, my future husband," I replied, my voice shaking.

She stirs the pot again, wooden spoon scraping softly against the bottom, as if giving me space without letting me off the hook. I study her for a long moment, then take the glass and drink slowly. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I speak. “I’m thinking of getting pregnant.” The spoon slips from her hand and clatters against the pot. She turns around so fast I almost step back. “Mind if I ask who you’re planning to choose as the father?” I frown. “I’m married, Laura. Felix is my husband.” She arches a brow in mock realization. “Oh. Right. I thought you two were just roommates.”

I looked at Andrade, really looked at him. “I love you,” I said quietly. “Even though you’ve never said it back. I know you do. I want a future with you. I know you’re scared. I’m scared too. But I want to do this with you. Please. Say yes.” He laughed, harsh and bitter. “You need to wake up from whatever dream you think you’re in. What’s the plan, huh? Get married, ride off into the sunset together, live happily ever after? You really think that exists?”

“I can’t believe you’re getting married to the last son of a billionaire family, how lucky are you.” I couldn’t care less for the money to be honest, or the status. All I want is a way to stay here, and find my kid. And when we say our vows to each other, the old, reused one, not at all like the written vows I hoped to say to my future bride. Except, there’s no future bride, there’s just… a present husband. One that I so, so terribly want to kiss. I wring my fingers, it does nothing for the nerves starting to build.

But I'll never make such decisions which would give me pain later. Sas and Saavi are like elder sisters to me, almost on the front row to keep me safe. I wait for her to say it. " My future husband, Achraj, " She pauses. I wouldn't have reacted and stayed calm if she hadn't used Future. I can feel her eyes on me. But I'm not giving her any satisfaction. " We know he's your future husband, " Saavi rolls her eyes " What's the matter? " Sas asks.