Never Our Fault

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CASHMERE MADISON MONTEZ.

They told me having Graham as my husband would be a huge headache.

But he proved them wrong.

He had been nothing less than a good father. Graham was really exceptional, although I think I should not even be shocked by this since he was a pediatrician before. After my tiring sixteen hour labor a year ago (ang hirap pala manganak!) to our eldest daughter, my sweet darling Eulalie Maven. . . inako na ng asawa ko ang pag-aalaga sa unica hija namin. Sure, he was a doctor and he had his career to worry about but he willingly took a paternal leave, just to stay with me and Mavy. We agreed to a schedule: kung sinong magpupuyat at magbabantay kay Mavy. But at nights when I'm beat and tired from work, he would lull both me and our daughter to sleep.

Partida, sabi niya pa, hindi siya magaling kumanta.

Looks like hanging around with Kuya Finn influenced my husband a bit. Not sure if I'd be grateful since they're cats and dogs whenever they're with each other. One walks out annoyed when their conversations end.

He wasn't much of a singer, I admit, but his deep voice is soothing and nice to the ear. At kahit hindi kumpleto ang tulog niya at halatang pagod, hindi siya ni minsan nagreklamo.

That was our first year of marriage.

Ngayon, I'm still in the modeling industry. Graham had given me his thumbs-up to keep doing what I love. Over the weekends, I bond with him and Mavy. Minsan, nagbe-bake na rin siya ng cookies! I taught him before, kasi. I had his first try on video and it was catastrophic. The results were. . . uhm, inedible but he was getting better at it with lots of practice.

I think? I laughed at my own thoughts. Worse as he is in baking, I still love him all the same so that should be okay.

"Cash," someone hugged me from behind.

I instantly smiled. He buried his face on my neck. He smelled like baby milk, mixing with his usual lavender-ish scent.

"Is Mavy asleep already, Gray?" I rustled my fingers through his disheveled hair.

"Mmhm."

"Do you want to sleep na rin?"

"No. . ." he whispered. I could feel his hot breaths brushing against my neck and it was tickling me!

I swiftly turned around to face him. His hands were resting on my waist; my heart was pounding in my ribcage. I still can't believe I married this man! Every waking day was mental because each time I open my eyes in the morning, I'm immediately struck and simping with his sleepy face.

But don't tell him that: it's a secret!

There were bags beneath his eyes but his lips carved a smile as soon as he felt my hands cupping his face.

"I love you," he blurted.

I chuckled. "You need sleep, Gray."

"Hindi ko kailangan," aniya at pinaulanan ako ng munting halik sa mukha.

Ever since our marriage, Graham became more. . . clingier, if that's even a word. Not that I'm complaining, but sometimes, he'd just hug or shower me kisses out of the blue. I feel like this was him being touch-starved although we were together all the time. Kahit kapag minsang karga-karga ko si Maven, bigla siyang yayakap sa akin.

"Wait, wait," I giggled and pushed him away.

He groaned, stopping entirely. "Why?"

"I heard you can go back to work na?" I inquired since I recalled meeting Dr. Sandoval days ago, asking me when my husband would return to work. "Or you don't want pa?"