Mr And Mrs Smith Novels & Stories

I swallowed the pain not wanting to make any sound. "Mrs. Smith," The doctor finally begins to talk. Alice didn’t change her surname after marriage so her identity still stands as Smith. The doctor continues by saying; "I prescribed some medication for you, it will ease your pain and bring down your blood pressure. I also recommend you to engage yourself in some exercises." "And the baby, is it alright?" I ask, concerned. The doctor sighs taking her glasses off "I’m afraid only one survived. Mrs. Smith seems to have gone through a lot of stress and distress. And that distress of hers resulted to the death of one of her babies. I’m so sorry."

He always look good in his clothes so she wasn’t really surprised of how he looked. She went back into her room to get prepared for work. Smith saw Mr. and Mrs. Gray walking downstairs, different luggage flowed behind them as some set of maid carried it. He wondered where they were travelling to and why, but all he could say was Good morning ma’am and you look so handsome sir. Mrs. Gray smiled back at Smith and said Good morning. After few minutes, Hillary also joined them, he also wondered why and how he didn’t get to know about the travel. He wondered, Doesn’t Charlotte know about this too?

Mrs Smith has heard miracles do happen but he never thought something like that would be real the woman hasn't seen his son so she still wouldn't believe Miramiracless happened until the moment she does. "Yes, Madame," the maid insisted, her voice quivering with excitement, mesmerizing about the man's manly, hot look. “Let's go!” Mrs Smith hurriedly said and left the kitchen without sparing at her husband who was trying to hide under the table like a lost kitten. “Wait for me, I want to see my son too!” Mr Smith yelled, licking the grease off her hand as he made his way out of the kitchen. ~~~~~~~~~BACK TO THE ENTRANCE OF THE SMITH RESIDENCE ~~~~~~

"Didn't I tell you to stay home? Why are you here?! And with that woman?!" Mrs. Smith was stunned for a moment, but soon pouted—this fiftyish woman suddenly like an upset teenage girl as she complained, "I missed you so much… and why aren't you letting me move in with you after you divorced that bitch?! "I'm telling you—you did the right thing! Now Susan's pregnant, and she's so good to me. We'll all live happily together ever after…" Chuck, however, was scowling so much that his face darkened.

He chuckles softly, making me smile. "But..." Before I can protest, he pulls my hand and guides me through the crowd to the other end. Shit! Why is he so hellbent on making me meet his parents? As we reach there, my eyes fall on Mr. and Mrs. Smith standing at a corner and talking to some people. I take in their appearances. Mr. Smith looks exactly like an older version of Peter with grey hair and spectacles. I have seen his pictures in business magazines many times, but this is the first time when I would be meeting him in person. Mrs. Smith is a cute little lady. She looks gorgeous wearing a bright red gown. I then notice a lady and a man standing with them. Fuck! I am nervous again. I try

Ding. The elevator opened. Aaron and Sophia walked out. They spotted us and came over. James: Sophia, how’s your husband now? She gave him a small smile, eyes to the ground. Sophia: He’s… he’s fine. But he’ll have to be there for a close watch. Everyone nodded in understanding. Aaron leaned closer to her, whispering something. She nodded. He gave her a soft smile, then walked over and took the seat beside me. I raised an eyebrow at him.

I could be marrying him," I nodded my head in Stephen's direction. I could see his expression darken, but I could not care less. No more humiliation today. I have focused on the priest long enough to say 'I do' in the right moment. Marcus did the same, and a moment later, we were announced husband and wife. I kissed his cheek, and we turned around to look at people gathered in church. No one paid attention to us. "Move!" Sophie showed me aside, and only thanks to Marcus, I kept my balance. "I should carry you out, but this may be a problem," my husband motioned to his wheelchair.

She was amazing, and I couldn't help but feel a connection, a connection that went beyond business, beyond friendship. Finally, the Smiths stood up, yawning, looking relaxed and happy. "We're getting old, dear," Mrs. Smith said, smiling at her husband, her voice filled with love and affection. "We think we'll call it a night." Avery and I stood up, and we exchanged goodnights with the Smiths, feeling a sense of relief, a sense of accomplishment. As they walked away, Avery turned to me, smiling, looking radiant. "I think that went well," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Grace greeted politely. “How may I help you?”. The receptionist asked immediately not raising her eyes from the computer which had her full attention. “My name is Grace Winters”. Grace said, this was enough to get the receptionist’s attention as she immediately stopped typing and looked up to Grace. “You are Grace?”. The receptionist asked with the same glint that Jane had earlier in her brown eyes. “Yes I am”. Grace confirmed though confused. “Well Mrs Smart has been awaiting you”. The receptionist said before her pink lips formed a side smirk.

Good thing, Grace has a keen mind that could swiftly think of an alternative. “Sarah, how about Dr. Smith giving you tons of paper works? Let’s just say you broke some rule and you were obliged to spend the rest day tomorrow in your office instead?” Dr. Smith kind of agreed. Since personal relationships and businesses are not allowed to be displayed inside the headquarters, couples act professionally—especially Sarah and Miles.