Letters To My Future Husband Novels & Stories

He tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer, and placed a kiss on the top of my head. "Isn't that right?" he murmured. "So, pamper me well from now on." Outside, the noise of the city continued, but inside the room, the light was warm and peaceful. The past obsessions, betrayals, and absurdities felt like dust scattered by the wind, finally settling and fading away. My future was right in my hands, never clearer or more real. The End

“I promise I will take care of your daughter. I will respect her and cherish her until my last breath, Yelena. You brought me to her, and I owe you big time. I also want you to know that this woman in my arms is the strongest woman I’ve ever met. No doubt, she got it from you. You have her compassion. You must be proud of her. Anyway, even if I asked Sadie to marry me again, and I’m still asking your blessing to marry your daughter again.” “I think you got it, babe.” I looked at my wife. “You think so?” “Yes.” “You are my everything, babe.” I kissed her. “You’re mine too.” *** After our fantastic sex, I pulled her into my arms. I could literally hear her brain reeling. “What is it?” “Hmm?” “

I want to be a great father to the baby and Grayson. And to the kids we might have in the future as well. But tomorrow I make this woman my wife and I plan to be a better husband, to make time for Dianna and for us. I plan to be a great husband to my future wife. I plan to make Dianna my whole world. I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her forehead. Before I try to get some sleep. Tomorrow is my wedding day; I need to be rested. I don’t want to ruin the wedding pictures.

They seemed to sparkle with so much love that my throat tightened; still, I had to continue. “But,” I inhaled, holding his eyes because it was almost maddening not to do so. “I understand your need to have a child that bears our genes, to have someone that contains my DNA because, honestly, it is the best." My poor attempt at a joke was thankfully received, and his lips twitched. “And it is selfish for me to only think of myself when we are married. It is a partnership just like you said." I gathered air in my lungs, steadying myself for what I was about to say. “However, you are right, and I will think of it seriously in the next ten years.”

Fuck. My lame protestations fell off into nothing. “The future is just a….very long time.” I said after a minute. “If you’ve already got someone, then I want to find my someone as well. That’s all.” “No.” His flat response struck like a whipcrack. “...No?” “No.” He nodded curtly, “You are not leaving. You are marrying me as Luna. There is no other future that is acceptable in this scenario.” “Doesn’t that strike you as unfa-.”

He smiles at me. - What are you doing here ? » He gets up and walks towards me, I turns my head to check that there is no person. The street is deserted. " I wanted to see you. And I have to speak. - No, the person you need to speak, it's your future wife. - What ? What is wrong with you ? - It occurs to me that you are going to get married in a few days yes or no? » Silence. He frowns as he looks at me.

"I want to see you hold our child. I want to watch you teach them how to fish, how to swim, how to be kind. I want to build a family with you, Liam." My throat is tight. "Are you sure?" "I have never been more sure of anything." I pull her into my arms, and I hold her. "Then we will try." She laughs. It is a small sound, fragile but real. "Try?" "We will practice. A lot." She kisses me, and I forget about the generals, the trial, the ghosts. There is only her. The next morning, the letter arrives. It is white, thick, and expensive. No return address. My name is written in handwriting I do not recognize. The letters are sharp, angular, like the strokes of a blade.

I open the letter, blushing as my eyes roam over the words he’d neatly scrawled. Prepare to wear nothing but these for me. Love, your Husband

"This must be from before they got married." "Way before," I said, picking up one of the letters and gently untying the string. My hands were shaking as I unfolded the old paper. The writing was neat and careful, but the words inside made my stomach twist. "Magnus," I said slowly. "Listen to this." I read the letter out loud, my voice getting quieter with every line. It talked about two families joining together. It talked about bloodlines and power and a future neither of us had ever imagined. It was not written like a love letter. It was written like a plan.

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after