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Omniscient
Per usual, Normani has just returned from her usual Sunday grocery trip. The trunk of her car is full of produce and snacks and anything else essential that she may need.
Normani is a feminist, but she won't lie, she loves every bit of being a housewife. Cooking, cleaning up a bit, sitting on the phone for hours complaining about his laziness, getting to have all day in decorating their house. Her husband is barely home sometimes, but she loves everything about being a housewife regardless.
He is a businessman and a lot of times his job requires him to be there in person, supervising, and making sure everything is done in the specific way he wants it to be done. He has an assistant but practically uses her to deliver/bring him food whenever the hunger strikes him.
Normani has begged and pleaded with him to stay home in days where he doesn't have to be at the office, but her husband just waves her off. He's always been this way about work though and she has to quickly remind herself of what she signed up for.
It's a pattern for him though. He overindulges in work for two straight months, practically ghosting his wife, and then returns with a handful of flowers and ready to have endless boring sex. He doesn't even give aftercare, but insists on hanging onto Normani's waist as she cooks, looking over her shoulder, wondering if she's over seasoning anything.
After the first year of Joshua doing that, Normani just accepted it and grew to appreciate time alone.
She's freshly 20 years old and knows she shouldn't be feeling this way. But what can she do, she thinks, she chose this and she can't leave him this early into marriage. Three years they've been together and 2 years they've been married.
The minute the woman opens the door to her house, her two cats come skipping out, meowing ferociously. Well, not totally alone.
"No, no, no, stay inside, come here!" Normani quickly scatters since the sun is slowly beginning to set and her cats are strictly indoors. "Star, come here!"
Normani manages to get her cream colored Persian and Russian blue in the house.
"Star!"
Normani quickly grabs her fluffy cat with one arm and struggles to get the other one, Cookie. When she got the Grey cat, she used to call her just "kitty" until she came home from a wasted night out and just named her Cookie and by the time it had crossed her to change it, it just stuck.
She quickly puts them into the laundry room, the cats instantly side by side looking out the glass, meowing and pawing at it as they see Normani get the rest of the groceries.
The woman has to massage her hands a bit, the handles of the plastic bags kind of cutting off her circulation for a moment.
Then she moves to place the refrigerated items in the fridge or freezer, quickly. Then everything else in the pantry.
Lastly she moves to feed her annoying howling cats.
"Here y'all go. Y'all can't stop with the dramatics now, ladies."
Normani looks out the door that separates the kitchen from the garage and sees through the glass that the garage door is open. She's exhausted from having a jam packed schedule of cleaning around and going store to store all damn day. She loves it but it exhausts her, she won't try to put up a superwoman front.
She quickly presses the button and the door begins to slide down. A loud mechanical whir sound fills the house as she turns on her heels to go back inside.
She puffs some air out and begins getting in the mindset of winding down. She's so tired that she's just settling for a microwaveable lunch that she bought.
She pops her knuckles as she slowly makes her way down the hallway, up the stairs, past three empty (guest) bedrooms to the master bathroom. She slowly begins to peel her clothes off her body, gracefully She moves as if she were dancing. First is her hoodie, it hits the ground by the bathroom door right as Normani flicks on the light. A warm orangey glow fills the bathroom as Normani's curves begin to be revealed, next by her jeans falling down to the ground. Then her socks fall unto small rolls on the ground.
Normani sniffles as she turns the water on and is instantly hit in the face with the steam. She quickly puts on a shower cap to protect her knotless braids from getting wet.
Right as she's about to get into the shower, she removes her underwear and bra.
This is the usual full day for Normani, and she thinks she's finally gotten tired of it.
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thoughts???
I'm gonna go ahead and tell y'all to PAY ATTENTION to the dates/years that certain chapters take place because the first part of this book will jump back and forth from their teen years to the present.
this is my first megmani fic so im very excited to write about this new pairing.
