My Possessive Husband (ManxMan)

Chapter 1

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~Renmen's POV~

I open the door and clock in, excited to see my little angels. Knowing, I'm going to constantly think about my stressful situation, due to the crazy debt. I'll just force myself not to think about it, stay in the positive mood I'm usually in whenever I'm in this simple day care.

I don't want the little ones to worry about me. They know me so well, that they'll definitely notice something is wrong with me, when I'm so down and stressed.

Whenever I see their faces, I'm filled with so much joy, that I can't even explain. Whatever they do, they just make me smile. I really do love my job and appreciate it, and I don't want another one, but I'm considering getting another job because of the debt. Of course, there is no way, even with my help, the money is going to be paid all back.

I enter in the toy/play room greeting the toddlers with love and affection, distracting them from their busy play time. After doing so, I place my belongings in my own locker and I put my apron on with my name tag. All the staff, which is only 4 workers altogether, usually puts their items in their own lockers.

When done with that action, I once again access the toy/play room, where innocent fun and merriment is taking place. Exactly eight little adorable toddlers. I really don't want to disrupt their playing, but I need to ask them what they want to eat for their afternoon lunch.

I wait until they quiet down. I then softly and gently ask, "What do my little angels want to eat for lunch today?"

They were really thinking hard for an answer to my question. I just patiently wait for their reply.

Then quiet and shy 2 year old Emily suddenly announced with enthusiasm. "Ma oni an chez!"

"Oh....Macaroni and cheese!" I responded loudly, but softly. Smiling with adoration. The rest of the toddlers totally agreeing with her food choice, and seem excited as much as her.

"Okay then Macaroni and cheese it is!" I declare with equal excitement. It's one of my duties to cook for them, and it's a pleasure, because I love how much they enjoy the food I cook for them.

By the way, where's Amy? She usually works with me during the afternoon-night shift. I work part-time, and so does she. Anyways, I usually arrive before her.

I walk into the kitchen and going towards the refrigerator to get the ingredients for the macaroni and cheese. I get the milk, butter, and cheese, then placing it on the kitchen counter. Then get the raw pasta macaroni from the wooden cabinet.

I didn't notice Amy is silently creeping up behind me, until I felt a squeeze on my bottom. I gasp loudly, knowing it was Amy when she squealed and said without a care in the world, "Damn! How can you have such a bigger ass than me? It's just not fair. It's just so soft, juicy and luscious....." she continues to grope me, then I felt her hand slap my bottom hard, I flinch in reaction.

I wanted to complain again about her actions, but there is really no point of doing so, she never listens. It isn't the first time she did this, it's her daily routine whenever she sees me. Amy is a kind and caring spirit, she's only two years older than me, but she doesn't know what personal space is. She makes me so self-conscious sometimes. I admit that I have a rather big buttock for a man, also wide and round hips. I'm not proud of it either. I guess I get my shape from my mother, a quite feminine shape. Also, I'm only at the height of 5'5.

"You have no idea how jealous I am. Anyways, how is my adorable milk chocolate doing?" Amy says, like what she did was nothing.

I sigh and reply with a total lie, "I'm fine, thanks for asking. And You?"