PORDEE ONESHOT/S SMUT (Michelle G!P⚠️)

🌼 Daddy's Home (FLUFF)

‼️NO SEXUAL ACTIVITY INCLUDED‼️

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Anntonia was so preoccupied with taking care of her children that she was on the brink of forgetting that her incredible and handsome wife, Michelle Dee, was still missing.

Her wife was out at a bar with her co-workers as a celebration for her successful presentation that day. Anntonia expected that her wife would not be out too late, nor would she be drunk returning her way home.
She entrusted her with the hang-out by default.

Anntonia's zone-out came to a halt as one of her children tapped her shoulder. It prompted her to jolt her head back up, turning to her endearing child.

She deeply inhaled, "Yes, honey?" then groaned. Anntonia pulled out her arm to embrace her boy from the rib-cage, holding him closer. "Where's Daddy?"

As their gazes locked, his expression soon mirrored hers'; a disappointed and saddened one. Her boy planted his hands onto her thigh, crawling into her lap. "Is she still working?" he asked again, his voice utterly adorable.

Anntonia rubbed her droopy eyes out in hopes to prop them back up. She grunted, "Yes, hun... She's out with friends," Anntonia informed him in a thick, groggy voice. She stretched her spine, whining as she did.

"Well, I miss her! You won't play with me-she probably will," her son complained. "And Millie won't play with me 'cause she's too-"

"Hey," Anntonia sternly and abruptly cut him off. "C'mon, Ace, don't be rude to your sister..." she reminded him, taking notes of her son's dissatisfaction. "How about you go try and play with her again?" Anntonia reasonably suggested.

Her offer did not seem convincing to the boy. Whining, her son's words elongated, "No... we want Daddy." he continuously dragged and pulled on Anntonia's shirt. He pouted his lips, whimpering like he was going to cry.

Anntonia sighed in exhaustion. She rubbed her son's back and reassured him, "Fine, I'll call her, all right? That way, we'll see how she's doing and... when she'll come home." She nodded her own head, silently agreeing to herself that this should have been completed earlier.

Anntonia missed the presence of her beloved wife more than words can express. It has been an extended period since she last laid eyes on her in person, and the yearning in her heart grows stronger with each passing hour.

Deep down, Anntonia understand that her wife treasures her marriage just as deeply as she do. However, the desire to have her by her side every moment of every day consumes her thoughts, or so she believes.

Anntonia longs for her wife's special reassurement. Despite her doubts about the fact that Michelle loves her more, she cherishes her just as profoundly. The thing that truly fascinates her heart is receiving the chance to present her with guidance and support, a role she adores. To fulfill her constant desires, she hopes the mere sound of her voice would bring resolution.

Anntonia whipped her phone out and immediately went to her favorites. The only person on that list was her wife, so she rang her up, propping the phone to her ear. Her son's doe eyes sent her into a bliss, although the anticipation already had strucken her into joy; she knew her wife would excuse any manner to answer her call.

Simply revolving her head around it, she could not contain her amusement. Anntonia's face only grew into a bright, wide smile as it had registered to her that her wife almost instantaneously accepted the call.

"Hello? Baby?" Michelle squealed an endearment into the phone, she expressed thrill, and Anntonia could even tell over the phone.

"Ah, Michelle?!" her voice was laced with excitement, just as equivalent to hers. "I was just-"