To My Future Wife Novels & Stories

"You mean I need to buy you gelato everyday?" I acted like I'm thinking as the spoon I'm holding is tapping on my lips again and again. "Hmm, if you want to be my future husband, and if you want to satisfy your future wife and your baby inside me, well... yes. You need to buy me gelato everyday."

On my wedding day, I received a call from my husband three years in the future via a time machine. In the video, he was lying in bed with my maid of honor, calmly telling me he had cheated. The screen went black. I sat frozen on the suite's sofa, unable to process it. Ethan and I had been together for eight years, since college. He was the youngest rising-star attorney out of his law school. I was the surgical prodigy out of mine.

All their meddling will be inconsequential when I am done and my wife is about to take control of their shares. I continue to let the thoughts swirl in my head, fueling my workout. I have a game plan for tomorrow that starts and ends with distracting myself while Jessie gathers information on my future wife. I head into the bathroom to shower and change, still trying to distract myself from thoughts of my impending marriage, when it hits me. I have never had a woman here. I have a penthouse apartment which has always seems to be good enough for any woman I have been with. I have never wanted one here, but my wife will have full access.

I do want to cross that bridge between force and will. I willingly want her as my wife. I want to undress her and call her mine for the first time. Taking off the clothing that held her back in her previous life with the bad memories and things she could do without. The time has come that she needs to let go of all that to accept a future where she's worshipped as a woman should be in a marriage. Call me superstitious, but I must take every step to protect what we could have in the future from the get-go.

It says, “Hello, my son I’d liked to blow the whistle on you. I do apologize to the time when I had banned you to marry your sweetheart. Now, you cannot see on me wherever you will find. Before, I will close my eyes forever. Let me say, I am gladly to say, You can choose your third eye to find your suited future wife. Bye and I love you my beloved son. “

But I was the only one who was allowed to speak freely, even though I couldn't move my body freely. "Who are you?" I asked awkwardly. When I looked at him, my eyes were not distracted by anything. There's a kind of magnet that can attract me to keep looking at it. He laughed softly, “You are my future wife! K We are going to get married at the end of this week . Haha!"

I want to be a great father to the baby and Grayson. And to the kids we might have in the future as well. But tomorrow I make this woman my wife and I plan to be a better husband, to make time for Dianna and for us. I plan to be a great husband to my future wife. I plan to make Dianna my whole world. I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her forehead. Before I try to get some sleep. Tomorrow is my wedding day; I need to be rested. I don’t want to ruin the wedding pictures.

He Chuckled and held my hand and kissed it. "How are you gonna get better my future wife?? I don't want you to get weak."

mn, I love the sound of that. My grin stretches again as my mind replays tonight over and over. And then—there’s that other thing. She mentioned marriage. I like that she’s already considering it. It means she sees it as a real possibility. A future. Even if she hasn’t said yes yet, just hearing those words from her lips fills me with something warm and electric—a giddy joy mixed with hope and a deep, unshakable contentment. She’s thinking about a future with me. And that? That’s everything, giving a giddy joy mixed with hope and contentment while dreaming of a long future together. Like my parents. Like every mated couple I’ve ever known. And soon… like us.

Yeah yeah yeah whatever. I moved to the bathroom to take my long bath. Yep, long bath because I don’t really like the idea popping into my head right now. I think the agenda will be about me and that nonsense marriage. I’d be needing time to think of more reasons to stop, if not, at least delaying it will do me fun. I’m not yet ready to settle down indeed. I only have one thing in mind, I'm so interested to know who will be my future wife.