Romans & histoires To My Future Wife

I liked having memories of us for when we look back years from now. I see that for us every day, a future even ten years from now. I liked the thought of that. I can’t see myself with anyone else that isn’t Becca. I hope when the time is right, we can get married. I hope I wasn’t getting ahead of myself with all of this. There was one way to find out. “Becca, what do you see for us in the future,” I asked softly. I was silently hoping to myself that she doesn’t freak out at the question.

He kissed me on the neck, and I immediately felt a jolt of electricity. “Is that right, I'm sorry that I didn't keep that promise back then, but I'll make sure that it happens now. I'll present you to the Lord, my future wife.” My future wife. It sounded so good, so I turned my head and showered him with kisses on his lips.

"Snow, you're the woman that I love. I want to live with you for the rest of my life, have kids together and grow old together. That's what I see when I think about our future." "Cody." I say, not really knowing what to say. "You don't have to say anything just yet. Sorry if you feel overwhelmed." "I was just trying to find the right words." I tell him. "When I think about the future, I see you in it, with little kids that are ours. I see myself marrying you and growing old together with you. But yes, it is a bit overwhelming when I think about it, especially with everything going on."

She grabs my dick and tugs, giving me a semi. "Ok, now you're asking for it." "Of course I am. It belongs to me, doesn't it?" I smile down at her and plant a kiss on her lips. "Damn straight it does." She sighs. "Who knows? You may give it to your future wife." The words make me scoff in disgust. "Never. That bitch is getting nothing from me. She'll wish she never married me."

And every time he came up to me, he always said that I was his future wife. "We have never met somewhere. I only saw you once when you walked towards your campus. You're very beautiful, and then I chose you to be my candidate for a wife." "just like that?" I wrinkled my forehead in surprise "Yeah, what else?" "But you know everything about my life," I protested. "You don't need to know how I know everything about you. All you have to see, I want you to be my future wife. I'm "serious "What? what if I like someone? "

“She is my present, my future, and my only.” I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. My heart slammed against my chest. The cameraman laughed. “Oh, you guys are so sweet. But I don't see any rings on those fingers. When are you two going to tie that knot, since she's your future and your only?” Shane looked down at Maya. Maya looked up at him. “Pretty soon, hopefully.” I stared at the screen. I had never looked at my fucking husband like that. Not even when we were happy.

“Focused on our future. And I’m telling you now—it’s going to be a boy.” I raised a brow. “A boy? You’re awfully confident about that.” “Of course. He'll have your eyes and my charm,” he teased. I snorted. “Or maybe it’ll be a girl with my beauty and your stubborness" “Either way, they’ll be perfect,” he said, raising his glass. Ferris turned to address the room. “To my future wife, the love of my life! I’m getting married!” The room became filled with cheers and applause. I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face. It was perfect—Ferris, me, our friends. Everything felt so right.

But I can’t be in the presence of Carter for another second and keep my temper at bay. Before going, I stop in front of him and look at him down my nose. “Don’t fucking speak to my future wife again. In fact, don’t even breathe in her god damn direction unless it’s to utter an apology.”

His fingers squeeze mine, and it’s as though we have our own private code. I almost feel sorry for other couples, who have to spell things out. They don’t have the connection we do. For a moment we’re just silent. I can feel a cloud of happiness surrounding us. I want that cloud to stay there forever. I can see us now in the future, painting a house, wheeling a pram, decorating a Christmas tree with our little toddlers.… His parents might want to come and stay for Christmas, and that’s fine, because I love his parents. In fact, the first thing I’ll do when this is all announced is go and see his mother in Sussex. She’ll adore helping with the wedding, and it’s not as though I’ve got a mother

Tomorrow, I was going to marry the man who had loved me from the very beginning. Tomorrow, I will start fresh. No more looking back. Only forward to the future I’d dreamed of.