Springtime Farming A Happy Wife At Home Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 63 — A Different Kind of Happiness POV: Jaden’s Wife Happiness, Jaden’s wife had learned, could be rehearsed. You smiled at the right moments. You laughed when the children laughed. You posted pictures when the lighting was good and the house looked warm enough to convince strangers that everything inside it was whole. And most days, that was enough. The house was quieter than the one she’d imagined for herself years ago, back when love still felt like a promise instead of a routine. But it was peaceful. Clean. Safe. The kind of place people envied from the outside.

Their son took care of the cattle and most of the farming but it left him little time to take care of other things. A group of us women pulled weeds from the flower beds, helped plant new flowers where Mrs. Morgan wanted them and trimmed the hedges. Their son had been busy in hay for days, trying to get the last cutting finished so the yard needed mowed desperately. Owen jumped in to do that while the other men divided the tasks of pressure washing the house, painting the barn and shed and tilling the garden over prior to winter to allow the grass and weeds to feed the soil.

Holding hands, we look forward to a lifetime of happiness together. ... Jack's strong arms envelop me, and suddenly, I'm weightless, floating in a world where only he and I exist. As he carries me over the threshold of his farmhouse, the reality of being his wife sinks in. "Welcome home, my beautiful wife," he whispers, his voice dripping with affection. A surge of emotion wells up within me, and my heart flutters like a thousand butterflies taking flight. It's official now, and the enormity of the moment fills me with an exquisite blend of happiness and anticipation.

He smiled as he said, “Wife, aren’t you going to start picking some fruits and vegetables? What are you waiting for? All the fruits and vegetables here are all organically cultivated, and there are no pesticides at all! You can pick your fruits and vegetables without any worries!” Claire felt very touched. She looked at Charlie before she subconsciously threw herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist as she said, “My husband, thank you. Thank you for doing all of this for me. I feel as though I am the happiest person in this world now.” Charlie touched her cheek lightly before he said affectionately, “Silly girl. Aren’t you my wife? Why are you thanking me? As long as you’

They would only face a good time ahead. Mary had refused to take over her father’s business she wanted to be by her husband’s side, leaving her mother who was more than capable to take over. Jared also managed to prove everyone wrong and stayed home all those years. Even though they always feared he would get bored of the farm work and go away. But he proved them all wrong, expanding the farm with each harvest. Jared never said where he buried Ortom’s body, but she had a premonition it was in these fields, their plants did not need manure to grow, they all grew beautifully and well none blanching out.

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

I brought it to the table myself, set it down with quiet confidence. "I hope you don't mind," I said, addressing the table. "I thought something homemade might be a nice way to end the evening." Mrs. Vale looked at the soufflé, then at me. "How quaint." "Isn't it?" I smiled. Sweet. Unshakeable. "I made it from scratch. Adrian's favorite recipe." Mrs. Vale's eyes narrowed. "I wasn't aware Adrian had a favorite recipe." "There's a lot you don't know about your son," I said, still smiling.

“Yeah. Mama supplies the town now. And she said someone from the next town wants to buy, too. Looks like we’ll have to grow more.” “Need help? I’ll take care of—” “Forget the farm. Mama can handle it. Besides, she hates being bossed around. Okay?” They walked for just over ten minutes before they reached the spring. They’d talked about so much on the way. “Wow!” her husband said. That was her reaction too after seeing the spring for the first time. The water was clean, the rocks beautifully shaped. There was a small cave near the waterfall. The falls weren’t that tall, but they were stunning.

They headed out to farm, enjoying the scenic walk through the countryside. John greeted them warmly. "My two favorite helpers! Today we're going to tackle the garden. We need to weed and water the vegetables." Sarah and Nicholas nodded enthusiastically, getting to work right away. They chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company. Nicholas accidentally sprayed Sarah with the hose, and she shrieked with laughter. "Nicholas, you sneaky thing!" John chuckled. "Well, that's one way to get the plants watered!" Sarah and Nicholas found themselves beaming with pride as they watched the vegetables they had planted begin to sprout. They were having the time of their lives working on the farm, a

They tore off the deer beastmen's antlers, cut off the bear beastmen's paws, and more, until the entire Secret Realm was filled with nothing but the wails and lamentations of the fallen beastmen. "Prissy! Prissy, I did it! I've successfully evolved!" At the end of the three years, Jasper finally managed to evolve, and he was utterly overjoyed. Priscilla was excited for him as well. "As expected! Such a strong, determined beastman like you is truly destined to be my husband and mate!" She then turned to look at me with a piercing gaze. "Kael Vaxenroth, you dared to defy my orders and upset Jas. Just wait till we're out of here, and I will immediately have you replaced as my mate!"