Changing Hearts

pervert

Tokyo's pov...

When I woke up the next morning, I noticed Granny watching TV by herself. Nora was snuggled up on her lap, but Tharn was nowhere around.

"What happened, oldie? Your baby Tharn doesn't care about you. Look, he's not even here with you. Now you're alone. Watch your back,'" I remarked, and she just spanked my head.

"Shut up and be sensible, Tokyo. You're married, and soon you'll give us a grandson or daughter. I'm so excited," she said, looking at my tummy, and I immediately covered it up.

"Shut up, oldie. Adopt if you want one. I'm not going to make any baby," I retorted, leaving the room. Type was making breakfast for us. Last night, I fell asleep in the hall because everything was so messed up.

"Do you need any help?" I asked him, and he shook his head.

"No worries, baby. You go and rest more," he said, smiling.

"Yeah, I'll rest. I'll tell my brother to help you. I'm not going to help you because I don't do these stupid stuffs," I said, giggling as I left.

"Go tell Tharn to wake up and please call Grey here. Tell him that I strictly told him that," he instructed. Giggling, I left to wake my brother up.

"Old man, go help my brother-in-law in the kitchen. Poor guy is preparing food alone. He strictly told me to tell you that," I said, kicking his bum. Pouting, he left and went inside the kitchen.

I went to my own room and saw my husband getting ready to go somewhere.

"He called you. Your momma will kill you. He told me if you do any over smartness, then I can punish you and beat you too," I said, but he rolled his eyes, ignoring me. This legless guy has so much attitude, though he's just a zero, financially or even physically.

"My mom is a very well-spoken person. He never uses words like this. Don't spoil his name and mind your own business," he replied, leaving. When I held his wheelchair, he was sulking with me for no reason. I don't know what happened, but I don't care.

"Hey, you legless chicken. Just don't dare to insult me. You are a zero, but still, your attitude sucks. You should be thankful that I married you," I snapped, and he smiled, looking at me.

"Thank you, sir, for marrying me. I'm very obliged. Can you please leave the way?" he said, obviously mocking me, and I felt like crushing his head.

"I will kill you," I threatened.

"Thanks for your warm words. Please leave," he said sarcastically, going towards the opposite side. I pushed his wheelchair, not realizing there were mini stairs, and he fell down three stairs.

"What happened?" his mom yelled from another side, and I saw him coming from the kitchen, so I immediately pulled him up making the guy sit back on the chair.

"What happened? Did you fall down? We heard some loud noise," I said pretending that I didn't do anything, feeling scared because Type, Uncle, that's my MIL, looked worried.

"N-no, no. I-I just slammed the door harshly. No worries, I'm good, Momma," he smiled, acting like he's actually fine....

"Shit! I forgot the eggs on the pan," Type muttered, running back to the kitchen. I stood in front of my husband, who was hurt.

"I'm sorry," I said, but he ignored me and left from the lift side. I went inside my room, lay down on the bed, and smelled his tee. It had his natural body smell.

Fuck, it was so good. I was just smelling it when suddenly, I realized someone came inside, and it was my husband, who was staring at me weirdly as I smelled his tee like a pervert.

I just turned around to the other side, and he picked up one of his books and left immediately,his face looking red as tomato.

Embarassed I too just burried my face into the pillow...