(Can be read as a standalone.)
I was a hopeless romantic from a young age but when I watched my father strike a deal with his friend in the most desperate of times, all my dreams came shattering down. My fate was sealed with just a few words. My fut...
My wife stared at my mansion, rooted in her place as I came to stand beside her. She was nervous, hell, even I was nervous. This is a new chapter in our life.
But I am not going to hurt her. So, I hope she is not worried about that.
"Do you want me to carry you inside?" I tried to ease the tension.
"No, thanks." She mumbled and started to walk up to the front door.
I typed in the passcode and led her inside our new home.
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Hands stuffed inside my pockets, I watched as she admired her surroundings, looking intrigued. I bought this recently, considering that I will soon be sharing it with my wife.
"So..." She faced me. "...where's"--she cleared her throat--"our room?"
Right. Our. All this might have started as a deal between our fathers but now it's not just a deal. It's proper marriage, one where we are expected to make it work which equals sharing a bedroom plus a bed.
Believe me when I tried fighting Dad on this. Uncle must have told her the same thing considering how she was not yelling at me about it.
I gestured for her to follow me upstairs where I took her to my--our bedroom.
I held open the door for her and followed her inside. "All your clothes are in the closet." I pointed to my walk-in closet and then to the other door. "That's the bathroom."
She nodded and was about to head to the bathroom when I gripped her by her elbow. "I like my home to be neat and clean so keep it that way. You will be a responsible adult and not leave things around. Understood?"
She fixed me with a bored look. "You just keep proving to me that you are a grumpy, old man."
"The word you are looking for is 'mature'."
"Marcelo and Silvio are mature too but they are not this uptight."
"Will you stop comparing me to your brothers?"
"Why? Are you jealous that they are better than you? That I prefer their company over yours?"
She was baiting me unnecessarily, provoking me and I was not falling for it. "I don't get jealous of anyone. Ever."
"Sure, sure." She yanked herself out of my grip and stalked inside the bathroom.
I chose a spare bathroom to freshen up and change into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before walking down to the kitchen where I searched through the refrigerator for some food.
