❛𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍...❜ | 𝟏𝟖+

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 | 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝘆𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘀

Splash, splash, splash...lap, lap, lap...the gentle tones and pandemonium's this river of aquatic activity sounds; a rippling gesture of pure harmonic motion zooming through the oxygen coaxing our collided elements as a stable limb holds a sliding body before it relaxes into the epitome of calming, crystalline pleasure...

I hum quietly to myself, creating a sweetened melody with tunes and lyrics gently spewing from my throat, feeling the tines of my pink paddle brush run through my long and damp locks, my entire anatomy soaking into the water surrounding it by slipping further beneath the translucent aquatic surface. "Is the water nice, angel?" sighing contentedly, I respond to my wife's candid question with a light and slumbering nod, eager to keep my position to keep hold of my ecstasy. Although the softly lapping water coaxing my body is a relatively lushly warm temperature, I grow frustrated as my upright shoulders are found to be close to freezing cold, because the water doesn't reach all the way up, the level considerably low.

Agitated, I splash my hands around in the bath, creating a disturbance in the peaceful waves my bathing situation obtains. Some water droplets dare to fly outside the ivory-chiselled tub, several jumping away to catch Lucinda, who's minimally leaning over the cusp of the bath to calmly brush out my hair for me. "The water doesn't cover my shoulders!" I turn to her, a moody expression plastered across my face as my tantrum unfolds. However, my look dissolves the second I'm met with a scolding stare, one added with a single raised eyebrow and a pointed look of disdain. "I know. If the water level is above that point, I'm afraid of you falling asleep and potentially drowning. The water stays at that level. Understood?" despite my surrendering nod of acceptance, a childish pout repeatedly hangs on my face at the news.

Once finished brushing out my knotted hair, Luci places down the hairbrush on a glass table that stood beside her. She then takes a seat, leaning forward with her forearms crossed over on her thigh, resting her torso against them. "I have to finish some work before we go back into tomorrow. I'll be in my office if you need me, angel." my resulting pout worsens, knowing my wife will be unable to lavish me with the love and affection she usually does during this time, by brushing my hair in long strokes, quietly kissing my cheeks, and whispering gentle sweet nothings into my ear, the tickle of her raspy Italian accent sending a flutter in my most sacred area...

Lucinda brings herself to her feet and bends down lowly to smooch her pouty lips to my forehead, looking down over my moistened, bubble-covered carcass for the last time before taking her leave. "Be good." she warns softly, before stalking out of the bathroom with a sway in her hips and a hand perched against her waist. Each time I'm placed in the bath when my wife can't watch over me, she insists on leaving the door slightly ajar, a crack of space left between the next room, and utter privacy. Not that privacy is considered much of a thing in our marriage...although, I wouldn't prefer it any other way.

I lay back in the bath, floating in the glorious pool of warmth, resting my head against the edge and titling it back in relaxation...until the briskly cool air glides over my shoulders once again, giving me a whirlwind of sensory arctic energy I'm less than thankful for. "Ugh!" I paddle my hands in the thin line of water between the air above and my knees below, once again becoming irritable.

My wife's overprotective values have proven to be a blessing and a curse for me; granting me the welfare of my life, but the discomfort of my being all at once. Everything about that woman's personality draws me in and satisfies me to the ends of the earth, leaving me wanting so much more...but her overprotective personality is enough to put my sensitive soul through many emotions, many few ones of annoyance as well as cherishing. Not having the freedom many other spouses have is both comforting yet suffocating at the same time...however, I wouldn't change my Luci for the world. She's perfect in every way for me, inside, and most definitely out. I'm ever so proud I get to call her, out of every woman alive, my wife.