Mrs Rogers

✨⭐️Five⭐️✨

I woke up and for a moment, I'd forgotten where I was and I got very confused until I remembered I was now married, living my best life in Florida with my husband and was now a cute little housewife. I rolled my eyes as I got up, heading to the ensuite to brush my teeth and I saw Steve was still asleep. He was on his stomach with his arms wrapped around the pillow and it amused me because he was clearly too big for the air mattress, he legs were hanging right off the end of it. Stupid idiot.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door so my toothbrush wouldn't wake him, putting some toothpaste on the brush before I switched it on. Whilst I stood there and brushed my teeth, I looked at the sinks and saw he had put all his toiletries out. He was quite neat but then again, this was only morning number one so it could all change but the way he had placed everything made me think he was a neat freak.

It wasn't a bad thing, I'd prefer him to be neat because it meant less cleaning for me which I assumed I'd be doing since I was a housewife. I finished brushing my teeth and then washed my face before I headed out of the bathroom. Steve was still asleep so I tiptoed by him and went downstairs. I figured that since it was a brand new day and we were going to be living together, I'd make some breakfast for us both.

I headed into the kitchen and got out what I needed and started cooking off some bacon and eggs, I'd do some French toast to go with it and some coffee. It only took me fifteen minutes to get everything done and then I plated up, put his on the side and I took mine outside. It was nice eating in the garden, it was quiet and I enjoyed just sitting there and having breakfast at the garden table, I liked how the garden had all the furniture I could ever want, there was even a huge grill which I was hoping I'd get to play on once I made some friends to feed.

I sat out for about forty minutes and then headed inside, I hadn't closed the French doors when I'd came outside because I wanted to air out the bacon smell so when I headed back in, I couldn't smell anything. As I walked in, I saw Steve walking out of the kitchen and then he went through the living room, it was clear he was going on a run because he was dressed for it so I didn't say anything to him, he probably needed to work off the breakfast I'd made and that was fine. I headed into the kitchen to wash up and saw Steve's plate already on the side, drying in the dish rack and I smirked, he was definitely a neat freak.

I saw a small splash of coffee by the coffee pot and grabbed some a bit of kitchen towel, wiping it up before I pressed the pedal on the bin to open so I could drop it in. I saw the six rashers of bacon and scrambled egg I had made for Steve, along with the French toast all tossed into the trash and the rage instantly washed over me. The fact that I had made that asshole some breakfast, out of the kindness of my heart and he was still choosing to be a complete and utter dickhead about it, was uncalled for. I was so offended, it wasn't like I'd poison him or fill his coffee with laxative, I wasn't that type of person but if we were supposed to work together on this mission, it was clearly going to be a long ass mission if he was going to continue to go on like this.

I decided to just leave him be and I wasn't going to spend the day pissed off at him, even though I totally already was. I decided to put on some sun cream and I was going to lay out in the garden and work on my tan all day, there was nothing else to do and considering it was Sunday, I didn't think there would be a whole lot to do in the town either.

I ended up in the garden, laying out on a lounger and I had zero intention of moving. I started reading a book and it was pretty relaxing, considering I'd not had a vacation in the longest time and my part in the mission was to basically sit on my ass all day whilst Steve did actual work, this was ideal for me. I was a few chapters into my book when I heard someone shout hello and I looked up, seeing a woman waving over the top of the fence at the back of the garden and I put my book down.