Seven-month Itch Full House Novels & Stories

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here” He takes my hand and urges me to get up from the chair. My food! “Dude, what do you think you are doing?” Seven asks as he furiously seizes my hand from Asher’s. “She’s about to eat her lunch” “ I’ll make her lunch at my place, come on wifey” He tries to take my hand but Seven pulls it away and steps in front of me. “Seven step away” He says with his eyes closed. He’s about to loose it.

Though his tone was meek, every word defended Melody. I almost laughed. So, he was aware that today was our wedding? And yet, how dare he…? Rushing off to see his lover on the very first day of our marriage…! I couldn't stop the ache from gripping my heart. My body started to tremble. Just then, Jared received a message. He glanced at it and gulped; something flickered in his eyes. After years with him, I recognized that look—it happened whenever he got aroused. He pulled his gaze back, patted my back gently, and said softly, "Alright, stop making a fuss. I promise I'll make it up to you when I'm back."

To close the video, curl up in his arms, and admit that I had been overthinking things. But I just stared into his eyes, my voice calm. "Understood." He let out a cold scoff, snatched the phone back, and hit play. On the screen, Amanda did indeed slip the small square into his suit jacket as she passed the coat rack. "See? Satisfied?" "I didn't do anything. Chloe, it's been seven years. You don't even have that little bit of trust in me?" "Yeah." "So let's break up." He froze, not quite processing it, as if he had misheard.

But just like with the changes about the messages, we changed another one again. So, when dinner time came, we had to stop for a moment to prepare for dinner. Good thing that the movie we watched just finished, so we are not badly interrupted at all. After we ate dinner, we then came back on the living room. We laid ourselves on the fort comfortably. "What's that movie anyway?" I asked and looked down on you as you laid your head at the top of my shoulder even though we actually have pillows to lay on. "Scary Holiday. Our favorite." You giggled which caused me to gasp as I diverted my eyes back on the television. It is indeed our favorite. I love that movie!

The sound of footsteps and clattering dishes drifted up from downstairs. Seven was already dressed, folding shirts into his suitcase. He looked back and caught me watching. “Morning, baby. Come on, quick shower—we’re leaving in thirty minutes.” I stretched, then dragged myself up. We packed together in silence, our movements efficient, practiced. Within an hour the room looked empty, as if we’d never been there at all. Downstairs, his family was waiting. There were hugs, prayers, and reminders. His mother’s voice was calm but firm: “Next weekend, Seven. Don’t forget to see her father.”

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

They take what we are about away from us and we can't do anything about it. "Pass the salt Jess ". Mom said as I snapped out of my thoughts and passed her the salt. I was having dinner with my family and it was all that mattered,we were together. No one has messed with me again. Guess you should check the house you want to break into before breaking into it. "Why are you smiling?". Rebecca asked.