As the first tendrils of dawn gently tiptoed through the room, Rebecca's eyelids fluttered open, the soft light filtering in casting a warm glow across her features. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she gradually became aware of her surroundings.
Her gaze drifted lazily around the room, taking in the familiar sights—the gentle sway of the curtains, the soft hum of the ceiling fan, and the comforting embrace of the bed sheets. But it wasn't until her eyes settled on Freen, who was already awake and watching her with an affectionate gaze, that a rush of warmth flooded her senses.
The sunlight danced playfully across Freen's features, illuminating the delicate curve of her smile and the softness in her eyes. Rebecca felt her cheeks flush with a rosy hue as she met Freen's gaze, her heart fluttering at the tenderness reflected in those dark orbs.
"Morning, my baby," Freen's voice, like a gentle caress, reached Rebecca's ears, pulling her further into wakefulness. The endearment sent a surge of warmth coursing through her veins, banishing the last traces of sleep from her mind.
Rebecca's lips curved into a shy smile in response, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she basked in the affectionate glow of Freen's presence. In that fleeting moment, with the morning light painting their shared space in hues of gold and amber, Rebecca couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the simple yet profound beauty of this intimate connection
"M-morning, love" Rebecca replied shyly, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue.
Freen leaned in and pressed a tender peck on Rebecca's forehead, causing her heart to flutter at the sweet gesture. Freen's hand gently patted her head, their eyes locked in an adoring gaze.
"You're not mad at me anymore, right?" Freen's voice was soft, laced with concern as she searched Rebecca's face for a response. However, Rebecca remained silent, her gaze fixed on Freen, her thoughts swirling with emotions.
A heavy sigh escaped Freen's lips, the weight of her remorse evident in the air. "I'm sorry, baby," she began, her voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to leave you alone and go out with the girls. I got caught up in the moment, feeling like part of Noey's big family. But I know it was wrong. I should have known my limits, especially considering you're my wife. I was insensitive to your feelings, and for that, I'm truly sorry. Can you please forgive me?"
Rebecca remained silent for a moment, her heart torn between hurt and understanding. With a deep breath, she finally spoke, her voice soft yet resolute. "Freen, I..." She paused, struggling to find the right words to convey her feelings.
In that moment, their eyes met, and Rebecca saw the sincerity in Freen's gaze. With a gentle squeeze of Freen's hand, she offered a small nod, a flicker of forgiveness reflected in her eyes.
"Of course, I forgive you," she whispered, her voice filled with love and understanding. "We all make mistakes, but what matters is that we learn from them and grow together. Dont do it again, im jealous."
A sense of relief washed over Freen's features, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. She pulled Rebecca into a warm embrace, holding her close as if never wanting to let go. Im jealous. Those words make freen's lips curled widely to a really wide smile.
In that embrace, amidst the warmth of their love, Rebecca knew that forgiveness was the first step towards healing their bond, reaffirming their commitment to each other
As they lingered in each other's embrace, Freen's voice broke the tranquility of the moment with a sudden mumble. "You know what, I miss you so much. Can you just quickly give birth to this little one, baby? Gosh..."
Rebecca couldn't help but burst into laughter at Freen's unexpected comment, her hand playfully swatting Freen's chest before they parted from their hug. "Ouch!" Freen winced, rubbing her chest where Rebecca's playful hit had landed.
"Miss me, what?! I'm always with you, Freen," Rebecca retorted, her laughter still bubbling under the surface as she gazed at Freen, her eyes dancing with amusement.
Freen smirked teasingly, meeting Rebecca's gaze with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know what I mean, Rebecca. I miss... that." Her eyes darted downward suggestively, causing Rebecca's eyes to widen in surprise before she playfully hit Freen once again for her cheekiness. "Heyy!!!"
Freen's grin widened as she reveled in Rebecca's reaction, but her amusement was short-lived as she continued, her tone turning more serious. "What??! I'm serious! I miss being inside you!" Freen's exclamation rang out, causing Rebecca to gasp in shock before quickly covering her mouth to stifle any further reaction.
Freen's muffled chuckles escaped against Rebecca's palm, her eyes twinkling with amusement as Rebecca's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. In that moment, amidst their playful banter and genuine affection, they shared a bond that was as unbreakable as it was endearing.
The morning unfolded like a symphony of laughter and joy, with Rebecca and Freen enveloped in a cocoon of shared happiness. Their banter echoed through the air, punctuated by bursts of laughter and playful jabs, as they reveled in each other's company.
With every joke exchanged and every giggle shared, the weight of their worries seemed to dissipate, replaced by an overwhelming sense of lightness and contentment. Their smiles illuminated the room, filling the space with an infectious warmth that enveloped them both.
As they moved about their morning routine, their laughter served as a soundtrack to the simple moments shared—a shared glance, a gentle touch, a lingering embrace—all infused with the deep bond of love and companionship that bound them together.
In that fleeting morning, amidst the laughter and jokes, Rebecca and Freen found solace in each other's presence, cherishing the simple yet profound joy of being together. And as they basked in the glow of their shared laughter, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always find refuge in the lightness of their love.
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A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)
Lãng mạnA 20 years old girl meet a 33 old woman, who's also a widower and had a 3 years old son. What happened if their fate crossed and becoming one only to seek for a revenge? (Widower : Someone that divorced with their partner)
