HIS FANTASY

10- THE NIGHT HAS COME

"Hello there...!"

"What the hell...!" is all I say.

I was shocked to see my best friend, Anne. Who were standing from the outside? She just knocked on the door without informing me that she'd come home from abroad. Thanks to G, I met her again after two years. I miss her.

"Is that really you?" I ask jokingly. She dyed her hair a green color and styled it in a V cut. Her skin is also smooth and even more blooming. I knew how much she had changed in this aura.

"So, how's my best friend as a wife?" She asked.

"We're doing good. Why are you asking about me when instead you should share with me what happened to you abroad?" I said.

"Hmm, you know, life abroad is not that easy. Anyway, Johnny and I are..." She stopped suddenly

"What?"

"We..." she continued.

"We.? you were? what?" I asked her in confusion.

"We're getting married!" She was like a bomb that exploded. She swore those words while raising her left hand, showing her engagement ring.

"Congratulations.!" I said. I gave her a hug.

"Oh, Anne, you're here." Mom said she came down from the stairs. She just woke up and got ready for work.
She also saw Anne in surprise.

"Hello...o... Auntie. Do I look pretty?"

"Of course, you are. When did you come home?" Mom asked.

"Just yesterday. Oh! Sorry, my time is up. I have to go to the boutique shop to check my wedding dress; I just came to see you two." Ann said

"Na..yeah. I am happy for you, Anne." I told her. She is very happy and excited about her upcoming big day. I know that feeling—that you are about to marry the man you love. I understand her.

"Take care; remember, we have a saying. "You are not allowed to wear the wedding dress, except on the wedding day." Mom said it with urgency.

"Yes, Auntie. Copy on that," Anne yelled before she got inside her car.

"Mom, why did you say that? We are in a new generation; that old saying is not effective for us." I insist.

"That's what your grandma said. But I still did it; I wore my wedding dress. So, where's your dad now?" Mom said, with clarification. Then she immediately turned out and left me home for work.

I don't believe in that old saying. What is the connection if it is just a dress? For me, marriage is about the couple. Their happiness, loyalty, respect, and love for each other That will make them stay strong.

Weeks later, it's Pete's birthday.

I set up a little surprise with a special guest in his place. I've lived here since we got married. He bought this house and paid half, and the other half he takes as a monthly payment. Now I'm taking care of the other expenses. But we stayed at my mom's house for the most part, as we plan to renovate the kitchen.

I want to celebrate Pete's birthday in privacy. I set about making Pete's favorite meal. Beef steaks are seared to perfection and paired with cheesy garlic mashed potatoes and vegetable salad as a side dish. Of course! Rice is always there; my meal should always be paired with rice.

Moments later, Pete got home. Loosening his tie, and I removed his blazer.

"Rough day?" I asked. He sat first on the sofa and took a deep breath. I massaged his shoulders.

"Long," Pete conceded. He leaned his head back and sighed as my thumbs worked at the knots between his shoulder blades.

"That feels good. Do we have wine?"

"We have one bottle," I told him. I picked out a nice red wine from the top of the rack that was attached to the wall and poured it into a glass.

"Drink up, babe. You're going to need this." I said, as I raised the glass as my invitation. He headed to the kitchen and, surprisingly, saw what I had prepared for him.

"Why is that?" he wanted to know.

"Do you have something particularly wicked up your sleeve for tonight?"

"It's your birthday, babe. Happy birthday!" I said.

Pete had lifted the bottle of wine to pour another glass, but now it froze in midair. He turned and carefully set the bottle down.

"Thanks for this, babe; I almost forgot. Hmm. This is so delicious." Pete said as he took his first bite of beef steak.

"You should have cooked only, except for the decorations. That makes you tired." He worries.

"I'm good, babe; I'm really planning this because I have a surprise for you." I said it in soft voices.

I raised my right foot and put it on his legs. It crawls as if looking for his dick. He looked at me sharply; he knew what I wanted now.

"I think eating you is tastier than the beef steak," he said jokingly. But I felt hot.

"Just eat that beef steak first; later you may need to eat a hot dog." I said, thinking about how he sat on Bryan's lower body part. Playing something, eating, and scrubbing.

"There is no hot dog here," he said. I laugh at myself.

"I mean the vegetable salad. It tastes like me, Babe, a little sweet but healthy." I wink at him.

We started eating as we normally do. But Pete never knows if someone will join us tonight... There is a knock on the door; it plays five times before I stand to open it.

"Do you have an expected visitor this time?" Pete asked.

"Yes! I have another surprise for you, and that will show you being hot tonight."

"How?" he asked to clarify.

Coyly, I said, "Threesome, remember?"

"Is that tonight? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did." I took the bottle from him and filled his glass.

Pete stared at me and did not drink or eat. Bryan continued knocking on the door outside. I stand to go with Pete; he also stands, and we hug each other. Then I nudged the bottom of the glass. It lifted to his lips automatically, and he drank it down in long gulps, his gaze never once leaving my face. When he put the glass down on the table, I refilled it a second time, but he left it there.