Completed: 10/23/21
Over the course of a relationship, couples go through many different stages; from lust to trust.
"I, Margaret Isobel 𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝚘𝓁𝓈𝚘𝓃 take you...
...Annika Rose 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒 to be my wife,
for better, for worse, for ric...
But before anything else started, I motivated myself, "OK Annika, let's not make any mistakes today."
I decided to start the day by getting cozy with my wife Isobel and with a solid breakfast, stretching the day ahead with possibilities.
"Good morning, Honey." Her cheeks lit up with a blush and we shared a chaste kiss in our kitchen.
"How would you like your eggs done today, Belle?"
"Mm, morning. Scrambled please Hun - " At that exact moment, the sound of text notifications engulfed the room.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
I see my phone flashing, and it is placed within my wife's eyes reach.
A sudden chill engulfed me. Ah, I hope nothing happens, but I wonder why I feel uneasy about this.
Isobel rolled her eyes.
"Honey! What's wrong? Why are you making that face?"
"No, it's nothing. Don't mind me" Belle then mumbled under her breath, something like dead and sex and I stiffened.
"Who sent the text, Honey?" I chuckled to lighten up the tense situation.
"Your friend, Eva." My wife made sure to emphasize the word friend sharply and I knew very well, I'm screwed.
We stared at each other for a moment, speechless.
"Oh, lemme check." I took my phone and read what Eva had sent. Praying for my life that she hasn't sent anything that could potentially damage my progress with Isobel.
The messages read something like this: Hey baby, I'm in town again. I'm here for the holiday break we should definitely get together while I'm out here.
"Ha, ha." I let out a nervous laugh and Isobel scowled at my laugh.
Yep, I'm screwed. 10 times over.
"Are you even listening to me?" I heard my wife's voice coming to the surface and she groaned.
Deep down I've always wanted to tell her the truth, but I know I can't. Not yet at least.
I muster a smile as I brush off my wife's concerns. "Oh gosh, sorry. What were you saying?" I gulped and forced a smile. I feel thirsty all of a sudden.
Ding! Ding!
Another text was received.
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I chocked. Frozen in place. Unable to hide the terror in my eyes.
My wife came over and saw the picture, giving me a reproached look.
Isobel suddenly speaks up. "Is this a joke? You still send dirty messages to each other?" She shifts her entire body around to face me.
I shouldn't do this but I tease my wife, "Joke? You know, you are crazy hot and sound sexier when you're pissed off." Isobel pauses, clearly not expecting the compliment. I swear I can even make out a blush on her cheeks. I watch her hopefully, but she ends up shaking her head and backing away.
