My Sweet Little Wife Has Grown Up Novels & Stories

“Are the two of you having problems?” He looked toward the city skyline beyond his office windows. “Yes.” “Serious problems?” His answer came quietly. “Yes.” The silence that followed felt different this time. Heavier. More thoughtful. Finally his mother spoke. “I wondered when this day would come.” He straightened slightly. “You too?” A soft sigh came through the speaker. “Adrian, your wife spent years making life easier for everyone around her.” Her voice softened. “Eventually people become tired of being appreciated only when they stop.”

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

Picked at the fruit on my plate. Five minutes passed. Naomi was about to speak— "I'll go," I said. "Let's finish this." Grandpa didn't object. Just patted my hand and nodded. I squeezed back. "Don't worry. I've got it. You don't need to carry this." I don't know if this counts as a good start. But I hope it ends right. At least these seven years won't be for nothing. After just a few months, Talia looked ten years older. Sunken eyes. Sallow skin. There was nothing left of the woman she used to be.

"Few days ago I was daddy's little girl, mamma's princess but now I am going to be woman and someone's wife who will have every right on my life" It was early morning around 4 am and Avni was roaming here and there ordering her staffs for make everything prepared and the arrangements done perfectly. Aditya was looking after the decorations too helping his wife carrying a warm smile and sad eyes together. They both were happy for their daughter but sad for being away from her.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

Five Years Later Mary’s POV Five years was a long enough time to heal wounds and rebuild a life. Beneath the peaceful Swiss sky, my life had finally found its perfect rhythm. Now at twenty-five, I had shed all the fragile, naive memories of my girlhood, transforming into a beloved wife and a young mother to two little angels. "Careful, Chloe! Don't run too fast, Sweetheart!" I called out from the back terrace of the mansion, watching the four-year-old toddler laughing joyfully as she chased butterflies in the garden.

it again for the next one." Rachel's eyes widened in horror. "Next one?!" Nathan wisely changed the subject as his family dissolved into laughter and teasing around them. But his attention remained fixed on Rachel, on the way the lights caught in her hair, on the tear tracks drying on her cheeks, on the absolute wonder in her eyes as she gazed down at their daughter. "I'm a mom," she whispered, as if she could hardly believe it. Her voice broke. "And you're a dad. Isn't that crazy?" Nathan threaded their fingers together, his other hand coming up to cradle Isabella's tiny head. "No," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "It's not crazy. It's just... beautiful." He swallowed ha

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

The scent I have memorized and become my favorite from 10 years ago. I looked back, and smiled warmly towards my heaven. "So do you want to eat or not? Have you been silent, again can you get thrush?" "I just realized, my wife is so small but gave birth to extraordinary children. Thank you, for wanting to stay with me even though so many mistakes in the past are unforgivable." "There's nothing to be sorry about. Everything is a sweet mistake that has happened. Incidents in the past, made me learn and get stronger through life."

I let out in excitement, this was it, this was the kind of life I wanted, the kind of life I deserve, a life filled with happiness and laughter. "I love you, my husband, thank you, thank you, thank you," I said kissing him all over his face, he laughed. "I love you too my sassy, little wifey," "I am not little, I am five-seven," "No, you are five, five and a half," "No, I am not," I argued. "Okay, sounds fake but let me agree, but still you are little," "Whatever, I am hungry go get me breakfast," I commanded.