Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 20

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

She left a while ago, but she still hasn't returned. Where did she go? Why is she taking so long? She knows I want her by my side; I told her that. Even though I'm happy, someone important just left.

I sat there, contemplating what food I wanted. Something yellow or green, fresh to the eyes. Then it hit me—I wanted pineapple! I suddenly craved it. But how and where do I get pineapple? I can't leave here.

Kian isn't here either, so I can't order anything. Tears welled up in my eyes. I really crave pineapple. Just imagining its taste brings me joy.

The door opened just as I was wiping my tears. She immediately came to me.

"Why did my beautiful wife cry?" She asked, rubbing my back to calm me down. But I couldn't stop crying.

"I want some..." I hiccupped and sobbed.

"Tell me," she urged, caressing my face.

"What does my wife want?" She kissed my cheeks, probably tasting the saltiness of my tears.

"I-I want pineapple," I said between sobs.

"Do you really want pineapple? I'll buy you one as long as you stop crying."

"Really?" I asked happily.

"Yes, Wifey," she replied. Yes, my hubby is really sweet.

"From the market, hubby. I don't want it from the mall, just from the market itself," I insisted. Her reaction was indescribable.

"Why?" she asked.

"Are you serious?" She seemed in disbelief. I nodded. I'm serious.

"Okay, I'll buy it first. Don't leave here, Wifey," she instructed. I eagerly agreed, blowing her a kiss as she left.

"Really?" I happily asked. Thank you, and she nodded.

"I'll always buy you pineapple so you can suddenly kiss me," she said, smirking. She wanted to reciprocate what I did earlier. I pinched her lightly, making her flinch. She walked to the door and turned back to me.

"Don't leave there," she said authoritatively. Was she afraid it might happen again suddenly? I quickly nodded. Of course, because I'm eagerly awaiting the delicious pineapple she'll bring. She finally left, closing the door. Hey, we'll be alone again.

Kian Calen Levington POV

Where is the market? Why is it still there because my wife wants the pineapple she's craving? I've never been to a wet market. I took out my cell phone and considered texting my friend. Maybe she can help me.

Me: Hey, Gray. Come to the hospital. Meet me at the main entrance.

She knows where it is because she often helps Rosalia. They're very close. It's okay for me to go to the wet market alone. I don't even know where it is, and I have no idea how or where to find a pineapple inside it. Haha, if only I didn't really care about my wife and child.

I'll go through all this trouble just so she won't cry like that anymore and to see her happy. I laughed a little thinking about her crying over pineapple. Childish yet cute. What can I do if my wife is really pregnant, right?

I got on the elevator and pressed the ground floor button. Then I walked to the main entrance, waiting for my friend's arrival. Just a moment later, I saw her car coming. She parked it and got out.

"Oh, what's the problem?" She asked as she approached me. I scratched the back of my neck.

"My wife said she wants pineapple, and I don't know where to get it," I answered. Gray laughed at my reaction.