Mi Esposa Dormida Novels & Stories

My CEO wife, Quinn White, and I have been married for seven years. She suffers from severe insomnia, and only the medicinal bath I blend can relieve her symptoms. On the night of our seventh anniversary, after I prepare her bath, she takes the initiative to check into a hotel room with her ex-boyfriend, Oliver Green, to play poker. Oliver sends me a photo to gloat and mock me. So, I toss the medicinal herbs into the trash, draft a divorce agreement, and send it to Quinn. After searching high and low for renowned doctors and suffering through innumerable sleepless nights, she realizes I'm the most important person in her life.

Why are Teddy was beside her head…. *Maybe it’s nice that she trusts me… ’Cause Marisol would never sleep in my room.* Aurora lay on the bed beside Marisol. Marisol came closer, hugging her tight. Aurora smiled and kissed the child’s forehead. “Sleep well, little one,” she whispered before closing her eyes and sleeping innocently. Marisol slowly opened her eyes and chuckled. “Finally… You are here. I nearly slept off in the hands of a fake mom.” “Oh mommy, you are so dumb and naive…”

It's already six in the morning, and I didn't have any sleep last night, but I deserve it for being a jerk towards her. After the shower I make breakfast for both of us, I cooked Lasagne hoping that she will enjoy it cooked from my hands. After placing the cooked Lasagne on the food counter, I enter the room where my beautiful wife is sleeping. I lightly peck her lips and forehead, looking at her sleeping form.

The second time we made love even more intense than the first, and we did for hours, which gave me orgasm after orgasm before taking my own pleasure. I bite my lips, my life would change in one day - I will be Jordy's wife. Suddenly, the door opens and a familiar woman sweeps in with a feather duster, mincing about the room, talking in a broad accent. "Missy, you and my master slept together? Oh, how these newlyweds carry on. And each time you two have a spat, very soon get back together." I look at her in consternation, not sure of the right things to say, or how to act. "Yeah."

Patience is a virtue. I will make her just like my ma! Perfect in everything. With these thoughts I entered inside my room which is now ours. The room is dimly lit to give it a romantic vibe. It is perfect for our wedding night. I was expecting my wife to be waiting for me on the bed like an ideal wife should do. But what I saw irritated me to the core. There she was sleeping carelessly. Who the fuck sleeps on their wedding night? I walked towards her to wake her up and demand answers from her but when I looked at her face I could not do it.

I might not be holding my wife in my arms again. ~ Intending to explain everything to Rylee, I stirred awake, only to find myself cuffed in the bed. Sleep instantly abandoned me when I opened my eyes. My wife’s weight kept me down, her legs caging my torso while she smiled shyly. “Ready?” she asked, the pink stain on her cheeks deepening. “Ready?” I echoed, brows creasing. She nodded. “Hm-hm,” her thick lashes fluttering. “I want to apologize…. mio marito,” she bit on her lower lip, fingers spanning on my bare chest. “Properly apologize.” (my husband)

She was the same person I saw last night with Killian. "Ah! Ah!" the women breathed out with angst. The woman cried out in her sleep. I swallowed hard and cautiously walked into the room, my heart pounded loudly in my ears as I closed the door behind me. I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t leave her alone when she was in pain. I walked up to her. There were sweat droplets on her forehead. The white dress she wore was drenched in her sweat. “Please help me!" She wailed as tears streamed down her face, her eyes shut closed. She must behaving some nightmare. I placed my hand on the her sweaty forehead.

Charlotte had never mentioned she was pregnant, nor had she shown any symptoms to indicate anything in that regard, but to be fair, I wasn’t always at home. On the days I managed to stay indoors, I spent most of my time in the study, making as minimal contact as possible with her. Yes, we had our intimate moments during the first few months of our marriage, and I could remember a few times I had come back home drunk and woken up in bed with her, barely remembering the details of the previous night. Surely that wasn’t enough to… “Maria!” I yelled again and followed her. She turned around, and we locked gazes as a look of disapproval crossed her features. “There are people asleep in this house

He looked at her like he was seeing her again, not just the wife who stood at his side at galas, not just the partner who carried their world with him, but her. Bella slipped her hand into his and tugged him gently toward their bedroom. The city hummed below their windows, New York alive with blinking lights. Their room smelled of jasmine from the diffuser on the dresser. Jason paused, still caught between exhaustion and something else, as Bella unbuttoned his shirt one slow clasp at a time. His lips curved faintly. “What’s this?” His voice was rough, as though unused all day. Bella leaned close, her lips brushing against his jaw. “A reminder,” she whispered. “That not every battle is fought

We only decide to stop when both of us aren't able to move anymore, and we hear the first people heading down for breakfast. My Love, MY WIFE falls asleep with her head on my chest, and I wrap my arms tight around her before falling asleep myself.