Wifey And Hubby Shirt Novels & Stories

She did not answer him but looked at him up and down, so Drew lowered his head, looked at himself up and down, and asked confusedly, “Baby girl, is there a problem?” “Yes, where’s my own shirt?” she said. Drew quickly extended the small bag he was carrying to her. He did not know that the shirt Warren got him was a couple's shirt. “Fuck you, Warren." He cursed. He could have at least told him it was a couple's shirt he got.

“Let her at least see what you’re all going crazy over” The room grows silent again as Spin holds the opened box out to me. I lifted the heavy leather jacket out of the box, with the back of it facing me. The crew’s symbol is dead smack in the center of the back, and tiny pink rhinestones have been stitched across the shoulder blades spelling out ‘queen’ in all capital lettering! The sleeves are pink leather, and the word ‘wifey’ has been embroidered down the back of each arm in black. When I hold it out in front of me, it reads ‘Queen of Hart’s’. I rubbed the rhinestones before looking up into Spin’s smirking face and asking, “you want me as your queen”?

The shirt he wore was the men's version of the matching white shirts she had custom-made for their anniversary last year. On the collar was an embroidery of the word "Husband" she had hand-stitched. When Simon received the shirt, he was so touched that he took her hand and promised, "Lulu, every time I wear this shirt you gave me, I'll remind myself to stay away from other women. I'll save myself for you." Now, the same shirt bore a glaring lipstick stain on its collar. And today, on their fifth wedding anniversary, she arrived first at the Westonian restaurant.

I flinched so hard, I lost my balance and fell on my butt and trust me, the shit hurt like hell, it felt as if hot rocks had been implanted on my butt. “Sleeping on the bed obviously.” I replied, my voice louder and deeper than intended… I was in pain and I was angry as well. “I see you've grown some wings, wifey,” he had a devilish smirk on his face. Did he just call me WIFEY? I swear I asked internally but maybe I had said it out loud somehow. “Are you not my wife?” He asked, taking off his wristwatch. What the hell had come over him?

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

I grinned, wondering if Alex would accept my gift for him—a couple's shirt. "Billy, Jack. You both can take it, too. It's on me," I said when I saw the look on their faces. I'm sure Billy is thinking about Sarah and Jack, his wife. I chose the black-and-white shirt—black for Alex and white for me—with a half-heart printed on each one. When you put the t-shirt together, the heart becomes whole. I chose this shirt because it wasn't as apparent as the same color. With Alex's status, I don't want him to feel uncomfortable wearing it. I also bought a couple of bracelets, hoping he will like them.

Lydia bit her lip, "I'm afraid you're still going to lose to him ......" "That's okay. My wife makes the best." Lydia hesitated and took the poor shirt out of the drawer and showed it to Vince. Vince looked at the hole in this limited edition shirt and Adam's apple moved, wanting to say something but stopped. Lydia turned cautiously and looked at him. "I'm sorry..." Vince picked up her hands and looked at them, "You're not hurt, that's good." "I won't touch your clothes anymore ......" Vince smiled and rested his forehead against her head, "That's okay. You can play with all my shirts as long as you like. Just remember to save one for me to wear to work, or your husband will be running aroun

"Then why are you two lovingly looking at each other and smiling in these press pictures?" "It is called press pictures for a reason, Prez. She's my business partner. As much as she keeps dragging my name in issues now and then for the sake of publicity, they are our major partners for this next mall project." "Your parents want you to marry her." It wasn't a question. Preston laid out a fact. "She's not the nicest, but Liam likes her. So, I don't have a problem if you decide to get involved with her." "I am still married," he answered. Nikolai's eyes were on his ring finger, where he wears his wedding ring. It's too late to wear it. He didn't even wear it often when they were married.

The headlines shouted about our past marriage. "BREAKING NEWS: MON Chairman, Mr. Hans Kenji Alvez, WAS married to the owner of EXiellene Royale, Ms. Exelle Kim?" My body froze as I read each headline, one after another. They all revolved around our marriage. Tremors ran through my hands, and my throat felt tight, overwhelmed by a surge of anxiety. Cold sweat formed on my palms. I sat there, staring blankly at the article I had opened, unable to comprehend how and why all this had surfaced.

The servant led him to a place where a statue was holding a baby statue. "This shirt is a mother and child pair and this is the newest family, maybe you like it, as well as giving a gift to your wife." The maid promoted the shirt in a friendly manner. Wife? Unfortunately, I don't have a wife anymore. Antonio thought. Even though his eyes did not escape from the lilac-colored shirt, his smile immediately broke out. "As expected, Master must like this dress." The waitress spoke again after seeing the new customer's smile. "Is there anything else?" he asked, uninterested.