My Hubby Is My Life Novels & Stories

"Yesterday I was telling my friends how scared I was. Not because I have doubts about our relationship but because I'm scared of messing up what God has given me. Husby, I love you. To me, you're a blessing and I know that people love to say that you're so lucky and blessed for gaining me as a wife but they don't know how blessed and so lucky I am by having you as my husband. I don't know what will happen to us in the next coming years, however, I hope that we would remain as close and loving as we are today. To us." Charlotte raises her glass and we all follow.

Five years had passed. In that time, Bruce and I not only grew more accomplished in medicine, but our marriage remained as tender and sweet as ever. We often argued passionately over medical theories, yet in private, he still found ways to surprise me. He once said, "At work, we are rivals and partners. But in life, I am yours and yours alone." He gave me both respect and the freedom to pursue my career. To everyone else, I appeared to be the very embodiment of a happy wife.

He doesn’t move away, and somehow, that makes it harder to breathe. “Jordan is my husband’s best friend.” The words land heavy between us. His gaze sharpens, and for a moment, something fear, maybe recognition flashes in his eyes before he exhales and looks away. A wave of guilt crashes through me. I hate that I’m dragging this man, this beautiful, gentle soul who’s done nothing but make me feel wanted again into the chaos I call my life. He’s given me something to look forward to, even if I can’t admit that out loud.

Because her son is only a year older than Lucas, my son always looks forward to visiting them. Now, I think I'm getting a happy ending for the second time. As I look around at my fellow humans, I can't help but feel like the luckiest person alive. My husband is wonderful, and I just can't get enough of him. Sometimes we can't even walk out of the hallway without falling over each other, and our enthusiasm for each other has never faded.

Chloe, sensing his relief, hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, “We’re okay, Leo. We’re stronger than this.” He nodded, pulling her even closer. "Thank you," he murmured. "For being everything I need." Who wouldve imagined a toughman out there was lovey dovey with his wife in their bedroom. Better still shows his vulnerable side to his wife. Hugging her husband, she remembered how they met Three years ago

My brain just went numb. So that's how it's going to be. Me trying to fall in love with him. Do I even want to? There's nothing wrong with that. He's my husband now. That means I have to spend the rest of my life with him. Falling in love cannot be that bad, right?

Did I tell him wrong? "Wife." And then he tapped my forehead, I closed my eyes immediately. "Hubby!" I love him. "You're not supposed to hurt your Wife, you're supposed to make love with me!" He said it emphatically and then I pouted. He laughed at my answer while I frowned. "You're really funny, Wife. That's why I like you." My heart was lost inside my rib cage, and if my rib cage were to break, it would probably break right away from the loss of my heart.

The two of us then smiled at each other and pressed our foreheads together with the roar of the breath that was mutually shouting. My amazing cup of love, I love you. I admit to kneeling beneath your feet without reservation. And now I really remember that my life wasn't all bad, it's even sweeter than I imagined. Life is so much sweeter than a cup of black coffee that I always find on my husband’s desk.

I almost got killed and I attempted to end my life, but when I learned that I was having a baby, it made me want to live again. It was the seventh month of our marriage. I prepared a hot tub full of roses and put candlelights around the bathroom. I couldn't wait for him to get home. He always told me that I was his best stress reliever. Most women probably would cook for their husbands. But he was pretty much aware that I had no talent in cooking, except frying hotdogs and eggs. He always did the cooking for us. The kitchen was his second favorite place in the house while the bedroom was his most favorite.

All my life I can get what I want. I am the precious daughter of my family. I live a life like a princess. But life isn’t like a fairy tale. My life had ups and downs too. And I am lucky to have a person who was with me through all those times. “Love? Good morning…” Whispering to my ears, my husband hugged me on my back. It was but a simple thing he always do when we are alone. But lately, even in front of other people, he didn’t feel shy to hug me like this.