My Sweet Little Wife Has Grown Up Novels & Stories

Fortunately, no one can see it. “Thank you for being someone so precious to me… for giving me back those memories… and for keeping your promise, making me your wife.” (…) “A promise? You don't have to promise me anything, silly! I just hope we can remain friends, no matter how much time passes. That's enough for me.” She said, not taking it seriously. (…) “No… when I grow up, I'll save you. Never forget my words, nobody else will make you sad, I promise… I'll make you my wife, and nobody else will make you unhappy… So please, wait for me… just wait a little longer.”

I feel a vibration from his chest and catch the words that follows suit before the sleep finally overtakes me. “I never would have thought that my wife will be such a cute, little drunk.”

Noah pouted as he looked at Sophie with dissatisfaction. His remark made Sophie squint at him. He was right. He is six and not three year old anymore. Watching from the side, Samantha couldn't help but chuckle in excitement. Sophie was the happiest woman on earth for having a loving husband, two outstanding son and an adorable grandson. "Okay, you've grown up.." Being looked down upon by a six years old, Sophie grunted sadly, "Since you find me annoying, I will leave "

he said. "Eventually getting married. Long engagement." "Still. She's growing up." "She's been grown up. We're just noticing now." "Remember when she was seventeen? Showing up constantly? Stealing our baby to cuddle?" "She still does that." "True. But it's different now. She's building her own life." "That's good. That's what we want for her." "I know. Doesn't make it less weird." I leaned against him. "Everything changes. Always. We can't stop it."

But it kept going off. “In short I just wanna say that having you both in my life has been amazing. Gloria even though we have hardly had a conventional marriage, I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Gracie, you’re my sweetheart and you always will be my little girl but it's time you grow up honey. Make me proud,” he said, blowing a kiss.

They literally grew up together, fell in love and got married like those cute couple. Or was there something they were missing right from the beginning? He can't say, he grew up knowing he doesn't have any wife except for her so he try his very best to produce space for her in his heart and life. They were comfortable and got married like all those happy couple, so many events took place because it is the favorite grandson's marriage. It happened so fast and ended too fast for his liking but, it is for the best. He get to notice what his people keep showing him, he was dead blind.

She has transformed into a beautiful woman. - Welcome sister-in-law. You've grown up well. How old are you now? - I'm twenty-one this year. - Wow, you're old. It was my son who just spoke. - Shut up, brat. - You're the brat. - Everyone to the table. My wife is twenty-eight, and her sister twenty-one. I'm thirty. We sit down to eat, but my eyes are still fixed on my sister-in-law. She is so beautiful.

But amidst the melancholy, a glimmer of hope emerges, fueled by the presence of another remarkable woman in my life—Abigail. I find solace in sharing my thoughts with my beloved wife, as if her spirit lingers in the room, listening to my whispered confessions. "My love, you would be so proud of the person our son has become. Michael has blossomed into a kind-hearted and successful young man, much like you envisioned."

“Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?” I shake my head, “To her, I’m Daddy, and she’s my little kitten.” Ellie smiles. With a sigh, I add, “I plan to take good care of my wife tonight. She will fall asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.” I pause for a moment, “The left side of her mouth twitches when we finish. That’s how I know she enjoyed it.”

ADRIAN POV Five months later Softly I entered the room calling for my wife. "Honey," I said very softly, very lovingly. "I'm over here, baby," she said, warm and inviting, as I turned in the direction of her voice. Jenny was in the room, snacking and gently rubbing her stomach. She had dancing happiness in her eyes, and her face shone with a glorious smile. I, at that moment, couldn't help but smile back at her, as time seemed to make my love grow stronger for her.