Babysitting My Wife *SAMPLE*

Chapter 21

Yes, I'm resuming back to my life which I was halfway leaving with imaginary packed up bags to the 9 3/4 quarters, painted in all white as I spotted-

"MILLIE! WAKE UP, YOU THICK SKULL" Hailey slapped my cheek with her shrilling voice piercing in my ears.

Ah... I think I'll need to buy hearing aids now.

"Oww..." I winced at the effect she left on my cheek, throbbing in pain and wain. She probably added some of her revenge in the slap of awakening.

"Oh! She's awake." Hailey announced at my grunts audible for her to not go for another homerun hit on my cheek.

I sat up, massaging my slightly bruised cheek as I fluttered my eyes open about to utter the dramatic words, What happened? Or How long was I out?

But!

Yes, there's always that but.

I couldn't as I stared straight across the scene of Noah Hudson aka My husband aka the guy who's handsome apparently, drinking my strawberry milkshake.

"HEY!" I furiously got up, losing the state of standing still, and marched up to him as he had his nose stuck up high with that smirk unerasable.

"Oh, honey!" He started with sweet sugar-coated with extra chocolate dripping off at the ends, "You're awake. How was the little trip to temporary Coma?"

I took in a deep breath before coming up with the most excusable thing I could do. I pushed the bottle of milkshake on him, bathing him with my precious dearest RIP drink.

He gasped at the cold temperature that wet his plain white shirt. And you know what that means?

That plain white shirt turns into a see-through.

Classic!

"I'll have you known, it was splendid until I woke to the harsh reality of seeing you." I scoffed, turning away from him as I noticed his friends were pushing down their erupting laughs.

"That's how you treat your savior, Millie?" Meredith asked, about to begin her once in a drop of a week of nagging or lecturing like my mother- in the absence of hers, of course.

"What savior? He is having my snacks in front of me!" I stood in for the defense against my love for my milkshake.

"But he's already a snack," Hailey mumbled, sending me her wriggling teasy brows look.

I was about shiver at the comment she sent before, Noah grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the living room.

"This is your fault." He pointed at his wet soaking shirt that was sticking to his well-built body.

Ahem, Excuse me while I body gaze at him.

"I did it intentionally so yes, I agree it's my fault." I wasn't ashamed to admit what I had done and also not for what the results were laid out on his broad chest.

Excuse me again.

"Get me a spare shirt now. I don't have one packed up with me. It's almost close tonight, your mum will be coming home soon." I didn't pay many ears to what he was instructing me as my eyes were rather attracted to his- "Eyes up, Millie."

I jerked my head sideways as I replied in a swift, "I was just measuring the length of wetness..."

That sounded so stupid in all the ways.