Novel & Cerita Mi Esposa Dormida

It seems we are at the mercy of the Moon Goddess, and I am at no-one’s mercy. After a few hours of sleep, I wake up and look towards the bed and smile as I take in Marissa’s sleeping appearance. She is beautiful; she has always been. I move off the sofa and stretch as my back and shoulders crack and crunch from the awkward position I slept in. Moving towards the bed, I kiss her forehead again before placing my forehead against hers in a show of affection.

Marius replied with understanding, rising from the bed and heading towards the bathroom without a hint of complaint. As I held MJ close, soothing him with soft whispers and gentle strokes, my heart swelled with love for both him and Marius. Despite the interruption, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the life we had built together—a life filled with love, laughter, and the shared responsibility of raising our child. And as I watched Marius attend to his morning routine, a wave of warmth washed over me, reaffirming that this was where I belonged, in the loving embrace of my family.

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.

Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony and left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast.

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.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the woman beside me—my wife. My wife. I smirked at the thought, turning onto my side to watch her sleep. Her dark hair was a mess, strands falling over her face, her lips slightly parted. She looked peaceful, completely exhausted from last night. I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. “I really outdid myself, huh?” Eloise stirred, groaning as she buried her face deeper into the pillow. “Shut up.”

Matteo's Pov I had a great night! I had a great fucking night! And I know this by how my cheeks hurt from the ear to ear grin plastered across my face as I stretch myself awake and from the silky dark hair sprawled on my arm. My beautiful wife. I giggle to myself, scattering chaste wet kisses all over her naked body while she grumbles in her sleep, making me aware how tired she is from our conjugal endeavors. "Creep," she murmurs begrudgingly. "Don't think about it, I'm very tired."

The release means possible babies. After our hot scene in the shower room, I invited him to go to the bedroom and sleep. When I laid down on the bed and wrapped myself in the warm blanket with the cold aircon intensifying inside the room, I immediately felt the exhaustion I had for the day and went down to sleep. I could not even say good night to Diego because I was so tired. Good night, everyone. Diego's POV "Marissa? Do you want a midnight snack?" I asked while I was opening the whiskey from the side table. "Marissa?"