A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 38

Some days had passed, and today is the day where they will depart to the Maldives for their honeymoon just like how the grandmother want.

As they settled into their seats on the private plane, Rebecca stole occasional glances at Freen, trying to decipher the emotions flickering across her face. Despite their agreement to maintain distance and civility, there was an undeniable tension lingering between them, like an invisible thread pulling at their every interaction.

The hum of the aircraft provided a backdrop to their silent contemplation, punctuated only by the occasional exchange of terse words or forced politeness. Each passing moment seemed to amplify the awkwardness of their situation, casting a shadow over what should have been a joyous occasion.

Rebecca couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped in a surreal reality, where she was bound to a stranger by the whims of fate and contracts. She longed for the familiarity of her own thoughts, free from the constant scrutiny of Freen's presence.

Meanwhile, Freen appeared lost in her own thoughts, her gaze fixed on the window as the landscape below gradually shifted from bustling cityscapes to serene ocean vistas. Despite her outward composure, Rebecca sensed a restlessness simmering beneath the surface, like a caged bird yearning for freedom.

As the hours passed and the plane soared towards their destination, Rebecca found herself wrestling with a myriad of conflicting emotions. What awaited them in the Maldives? Would this journey mark a turning point in their unconventional relationship, or would it only serve to deepen the chasm between them? The answers remained elusive, shrouded in uncertainty and apprehension.

Nah, whatever it is, it wont be good because its with freen! Yeah, freen. Ugh. Maldives is place where she always wanted to go but with freen, ugh, just forget it. Its not fun anymore.

The hum of the plane's engines filled the cabin as Rebecca's breathing grew labored, her once steady breaths now coming in ragged gasps. Freen's concern mounted with each passing moment, her gaze darting anxiously between Rebecca's pale face and the cramped confines of their seats.

"What's wrong with you, little kid?" Freen's voice cut through the air, sharp with worry, as she reached out to touch Rebecca's trembling hand. The sight of Rebecca's clammy skin and glassy eyes sent a shiver down Freen's spine, a wave of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.

Rebecca's response came in a choked whisper, her words barely audible over the drone of the plane's engines. "M-my head—- I want to throw up, F-freen..." The urgency in her voice sent a jolt of panic through Freen's veins, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to comprehend the severity of the situation.

Freen's hands trembled as she grasped Rebecca's tightly, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. Gosh, she was worried out of words.

"Lets go to the toilet."

With gentle yet firm guidance, Freen led Rebecca through the narrow aisle of the plane, her grip steady on Rebecca's trembling arm and waist. The urgency in Rebecca's movements was palpable as they neared the cramped confines of the airplane restroom, the harsh fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the scene.

As they entered the small, confined space of the toilet, Rebecca wasted no time in releasing the contents of her churning stomach, the sound of retching echoing off the cold, impersonal walls. Freen winced in sympathy, her gaze averted as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Rebecca's distress.

The sight of Rebecca's suffering tugged at Freen's heartstrings, a wave of helplessness washing over her as she grappled with the overwhelming urge to ease Rebecca's pain. In that moment, Freen's own discomfort faded into the background, her sole focus on providing comfort and support to her stricken companion.

With a soft sigh, Freen reached out to gently rub Rebecca's back, offering what little solace she could amidst the harsh reality of their current predicament. Despite the cramped confines and the unsettling turbulence of the plane, Freen remained steadfast by Rebecca's side, a silent beacon of support in the midst of the storm.

With gentle care, She grasp for her again as Freen guided Rebecca to the plush rest seat at the other end of the private plane, a comfortable haven amidst the chaos of the turbulent flight. The soft hum of the engines provided a soothing backdrop as Freen settled Rebecca onto the bed, her worried gaze never leaving Rebecca's pallid face.

Rebecca's breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming dizziness that plagued her senses. With a soft sigh, she leaned heavily against Freen's shoulder, seeking solace and stability amidst the swirling turmoil of her symptoms.

"It's okay, sleep," Freen murmured, her voice a soothing balm against the backdrop of uncertainty. With gentle hands, she tucked the blankets around Rebecca's trembling form, cocooning her in warmth and comfort.

As Rebecca succumbed to the blissful embrace of sleep, Freen remained vigilant by her side, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive as she vowed to do whatever it took to ease Rebecca's suffering.

In that moment, amidst the soft hum of the plane's engines and the gentle sway of its motion, Freen found herself consumed by a newfound sense of purpose and determination. No matter what lay ahead, she would stand by Rebecca's side, unwavering in her commitment to care for and protect her newfound partner. Dont get her wrong. Partner for a year. Partner in business.

As Rebecca lay on the bed, her breathing gradually steadying, Freen remained by her side, her touch gentle as she stroked Rebecca's hair soothingly. With each gentle caress, Freen's gaze remained fixed on Rebecca's pale face, her concern evident in the furrow of her brows and the softness of her expression.

As the rhythmic motion of Freen's hand continued, a sense of calm enveloped the cabin, the only sound the gentle hum of the plane's engines. Despite the weariness weighing heavily on her own shoulders, Freen remained vigilant, her presence a comforting anchor for Rebecca in the midst of her discomfort.

She can't help but to wonder why rebecca is suddenly having a sickness or dizzy. But yeah, its normal.

Gradually, the steady rhythm of Freen's strokes began to lull her into a state of drowsiness. With her exhaustion catching up to her, Freen's eyelids grew heavy, and before she knew it, she too succumbed to the pull of sleep, her form relaxing beside Rebecca as they both drifted into a peaceful slumber, side by side.

This is just a beginning. A beginning of a their new story.