Wife Swap Homemade Novelas e Histórias

~∆~ Mariah's POV ~∆~ The next morning, I woke up with renewed determination to make this work. If I'm going to marry Ethan, I'm going to be the best fiancée I can be. I will prove to myself and everyone else that what we have is real and worth building a life on. I spend the morning at the grocery store, buying ingredients for Ethan's favorite lunch, turkey and Swiss on sourdough with that fancy mustard he likes, homemade chocolate chip cookies, and fresh fruit. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right.

Took my backpack "to help." I forced my voice steady. "Where's my medication?" Lily covered her mouth, soft gasp—perfect volume for the audience. "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take. Full sheet. Nine tablets. Imported." Like she'd upgraded me. Rage shook through me. The stabbing in my chest spread down my arms. The blister pack slipped from my hand.

Am I insane already? "So?" He handed me a pen and the documents. I sighed out. Krystal, this is it. If you sign this paper and accept his offer, you must adjust to your new life. That way, you'll have the life you've always wanted... I signed it after remembering my mother, and then returned the documents to him. "Welcome home, my wife," he said. It tickles my sleeping heart, which is not pleasant...

“It’s no longer the norm around here? Sticking to those old gender roles?” “Not at all. See, it’s not that Trev and I are stickin’ to traditional roles in this marriage, but I’m better in the kitchen than he is. I don’t mind, since I can’t fix machinery worth a damn.” Chassie peered at the pan on the stove. “But if you tell me that’s a pot of chili, I’m gonna brain you with the lid.” He grinned. “It’s not. It’s Brazilian style stew.” “Whatever it is, it smells damn good. Thanks.”

My father says flinging my hand away like it was a stain on his. I'm left cradling my hand as the whole family settles down, waiting for me to serve dinner. “This stew is so lovely, who made this? The recipe must be given to my wives.” Boris says in an annoyingly chirpy tone. “This was made by my daughter, Anya. One of the reasons why you should get married to her. She can make a man grow twice his size in just a month.” My father says in an annoying tone with a wide smile on his face.

I said twitch a pout “You don't have to be jealous, you both are good in different ways, and you don't have to copy him cause you're good and he's good. And if you ask about what Jade always do, whenever he doesn't know how to cook a certain dish, he goes to the YouTube and search up recipe he follow the steps and get the food correctly and that's exactly what I did, I checked all the ingredients we have at home, and search for the food that fitted that ingredients perfectly, I didn't want to make something you cannot eat so I keep it simple cause everybody likes bread, and that's exactly why I made it and also made coffee for the both of us”

she says, dabbing at her eyes. I smile. “You say that now, but wait until you see what I made for dinner.” Her eyes light up, and I know I’ve struck gold. “What did you make?” “Homemade ravioli. Stuffed with four cheeses and topped with your favorite mushroom sauce.” “You cooked?” she asks, clearly surprised. I feign offense. “Wifey, I’m a man of many talents. Cooking just happens to be one of them.” Later that night, after dinner and an episode of her favorite series, we settle into bed. Bridgette’s head rests on my chest, her hand tracing lazy circles on my shirt.

I could just order but then I’d have to come out again and what if Zivah was there out when the delivery boy came. I stared at the little ingredients we had, rice and some vegetables. I could cook some rice. I washed the rice and chopped some beans, carrots and green peas. Mixing them with a little spices and salt and heating them in a cooker. 15 minutes and it would be ready. I sat on the kitchen chair, scrolling through my I*******m and laughing at the memes. ‘If I ever get married I am going to refer to my husband as ‘my first husband’ to remind him that he is easy to replace’

treat, which he learned to make from a colleague who is an expert at making "Mama's Homemade Waffles" He meticulously jotted down the recipe and instructions on how to make the waffles to achieve the perfect taste. 'Happy anniversary sweetheart' He said as he planted a kiss on her forehead to wake her up. 'Hmm… Where's that smell coming from?' She said as she sniffed and opened her eyes slowly.