THE SAME

STAGE ONE - HONEYMOON

"Chai... take it out."

"What," he asked playing innocent and started to move again.

"Chai, I'm so serious I can't feel my legs," I moaned softly digging my nails into his back.

"I'll stop after this time baby," he promised kissing my neck. "You just have to ride for a bit." He smiled lazily making me sit up on top of him as he put my arms on his chest so I could balance. But I can barely feel my lower half like how much ridding does he want me to do?

"Liar, you said that yesterday night."

...

Maldives.

That's where we choose to go on honeymoon... one of the places. Once Chai heard I had a lot of places I wanted to go to, I had to talk him out of choosing multiple honeymoon spots. His family owned one of those water villas and I always wanted to stay at one.

So quiet and peaceful.

But the fact that it's so private means that Chai has fucked me in every inch of the property. He said that there's nothing holding back because no one can hear us be loud and I did promise to give him as much as he wants after we got married.

I just didn't know that meant being fucked within an inch of life, every time.

"What are you thinking about," Chai asked kissing my neck from behind.

"You."

"My wife thinking about me," he asked smiling widely, "as you should."

"I was thinking about how I need a break from that dick, you know I'm not supposed to be bent like that Mr Somchai."

"Id like to think I push you to be your very best."

"Yeah right," I giggled hugging him and he didn't miss a beat and sat me on his lap.

We were just relaxing on the pool because it had an amazing view of the sea and because I couldn't trust Chai to not have me bent over in that bed.

"Are you... taking over the family business when we go back?"

"Yeah, I promised my parents I would take over when I got married."

"So... you'll be travelling more," I murmured burying my head on his shoulder.

I suppose we did have this conversation before... after we got married, life was going to change. Chai would be getting more and more involved in the family business and eventually taking over. He wouldn't be a doctor anymore but the head of everything which is crazy to me.

Sometimes I feel like I married the prince of the world.

But... I wanted us to continue to be glued together. I think with him having more responsibility and my job... it'll be hard but, I just really want to be a wife now.

I don't even know if I can focus on working.

"Look at me," he spoke softly making me look at him. "What are you thinking about?"

He just does not miss a beat.

"I think it's silly but... I just really want to be your wife and be with you all the time. But I have work and you have work."

"Then, leave your job and come with me."

"What?"

"You can just travel with me when I go away on business and you said it's not your passion. You get really excited about the Kim real estate stuff - I wouldn't mind if you wanted to oversee more stuff in that front. Halmeoni said that you're doing well with the construction of our home."

Maybe I have been having too much fun with the real estate stuff... I was wondering if I could start working more on being an interior designer or something. I've been loving working with the team and giving ideas on our new build.

"You think like... I could be an interior designer or something?"

"Whatever you want Nayla," he smiled giving me a kiss, "you can oversee and make the design choices on any Kim project you want."

"I just don't want to be... like a full time job but maybe more... every once in a while I'd like to be involved in family projects..."

But isn't that greedy?

Black women are the most hard working women in the world and here I am selfishly saying I just want to kick back... I feel like a freeloader.

But his money is really about to be our money... the way the water bill set up in the penthouse, it's not me.

I say we don't have the capacities for that.

"I think my wife should sit back and watch her husband buy her the world, you know, just sit pretty for me every night," he murmured squeezing my thigh.

I meeeannn, after the honeymoon, I am back to bonnets.

"But I feel bad... like lazy if I just sit around."

"So what if you're lazy?"

"Bu-"

"I promised your grandad I'd give you the world, if you want to do casual work then you should, you're not touching work with a pole when you're pregnant though."

"I can stay home and not work when I'm pregnant?"

"Why would my pregnant wife work? Scratch that, my wife only works if she wants."

I never thought this would be my life.

I thought I'd never find someone who would take care of me like this. I didn't think I was the kind of girl who gets her Cinderella moment. I just thought I'd have to work and work till the end of my life... I thought an average black girl like me wouldn't get something like this.

"I love you Nayla, I don't want to feel guilty about not working and things like that. I want to take care of you, I want you to sit down and relax while I work."

"It's okay? It's really okay if I quit my job?"

"Yeah, just be by my side and happy. That's all I need you to do."