Mi Esposa Dormida Novels & Stories

We need to get up now. " Maurvi, please get up. " " Why??? " " Because we are going somewhere." " Where??? You go, I need to sleep." " I can't go on my honeymoon alone sweetheart. " She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked around. " What?? But it is still night. We have a flight at night. Don't tell me I slept for more than 24 hours. I feel I just slept... " " Oh, my cutie pie... You just slept an hour ago. "

MAVERICK A light snore distracted me from the sheets of paper in my hand. My eyes moved to the bed where my wife lay asleep. She mumbled a few words and then continued sleeping. Her bare shoulders were visible due to the quilt that covered her body up to her shoulders because of the 'exercise' we just did. A sigh escaped her lips making my lips spread into a smile. She makes me want to abandon my work and kidnap her to go on a vacation for a year.

I whispered softly. As I silently return to the bed next to her, I lovingly hold her in my arms, drawing her near to me. I softly press a delicate kiss on her forehead, savoring the sensation of her warm skin against my mouth. With every passing second, we gradually fall into a serene sleep, cocooned in each other's embrace, finding solace in the tranquility of our mate.

I woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the gaps in the curtain and the distant sound of pots coming from the kitchen. Miguel was still sleeping, his face serene, as I hadn't seen in a long time. Giulia was also resting in her little room, and for a moment I felt my heart calm. I put on my robe and went downstairs slowly, feeling the aroma of fresh coffee and warm bread invade the hallway. I found Maria in the kitchen, her back turned, her apron tied around her waist, humming softly a song in Spanish.

“Who brought me home last night?” He rubbed his temples before getting up and walking out of the bedroom. He saw a woman with curly hair asleep with her back to him. “Mischa…” But his eyes hardened. Even though his wife’s body was alluring, in his eyes she was just another occupant in his house. Arms crossed, Louis deliberately cleared his throat loudly. “Forget whatever other plans you had, and get dressed.” His voice startled her awake. “Louis, you’re awake?” Mischa rubbed her sleepy eyes.

I sigh, "I don't feel like that about them yet, but I will get there, im learning, I am learning from the best." "Your mama?" She asks, her words a little steadier now. "No, you," I tell her. "Alessandra Valentina Valenti, my wife." She doesn't say anything, she just clings to me and I let her, I don't even more or breathe too hard. Soon, I hear breaths become and when I peek down at her, she's asleep. I try to lay her so she's more comfortable but she stirs, "Don't let go," she murmurs.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

A woman climbing out of that couch every night and sleeping with Adam. The courtroom went completely silent. Everyone sat there, stunned. A few seconds later, the silence broke. "Are you kidding me? There was a person hiding inside that couch? No wonder he refused to sleep in the bedroom. He insisted on the living room every single night, and now we know why!" "I just called this guy a good man five minutes ago. I'm an idiot. He had another woman stashed in his own house, right under his wife's nose. If she'd walked in on that, someone would have ended up dead."

She told me her daughter might never wake up. Life after marriage would be no different from being single. What was there to think about? This was my dream life. Back when I had a regular job, I worked my butt off and still took home less than 4,000 dollars after all the deductions. As long as my comatose wife did not wake up, I could do this gig forever. I lowered my head and said with a smile, “No need to think it over. I’m in. Having such a kind and beautiful mother-in-law is already a blessing.”

Marisol leaned against the master bedroom door of the Muller family residence, with one hand lightly covering her eyes. After a long moment, she let out a heavy sigh and entered the room. The door closed behind her. She walked to the bedside and gazed at the woman curled up on the bed. Elizabeth's brow was furrowed, and her sleeping face was restless. After watching for a moment, Marisol crouched down and rested against the bed's edge. She slipped one hand under the covers to gently grasp the woman's hand.