The Other Husband [Male! Beldam x reader]

Chapter 3: The Neighbors

You blinked your eyes before you sat up, yawned, and stretched your arms. You looked up at the ceiling before finding yourself back in the old bedroom again. Your eyes landed on the mini-you on the nightstand, you picked it up and looked at (eye color) button eyes on it.

Your hand went to your stomach as you didn't feel morning sickness today. You suddenly caught a scent of something good on your pajamas. You buried your nose and sniffed, recognizing the scent. It was from the scented candle from last night.

"Is it real?" You mumbled under your breath before you quickly went downstairs and to the living room. You opened the small door with a grin but it dropped as soon as you came face to face with the brick wall.

Your hand placed on the brick wall as you felt weird inside. You were sure that you had experienced a dream in real life, or else, you wouldn't have the scent of candles on your pajamas.

You soon realized that you needed to cook breakfast before your husband woke up. You closed the small door and headed to the kitchen area.

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The kettle made a whistle sound as you quickly grabbed and poured boiling water on (Husband's name)'s mug. You served three pieces of sunnyside-up pancakes for both of you.

"It was incredibly real, (Husband's name). Only you weren't really you. You were my other husband." You placed the plate in front of (Husband's name) as you told him your dream. You came to sit down on the chair as you happily enjoyed the meal you cooked.

"Buttons for eyes, huh?" (Husband's name) used the knife to slice the pancake and put it in his mouth. He nonchalantly commented after he took a sip of his coffee. "(Y/N), you only dreamed you ate all that chicken. I suggest you take multivitamins for your health."

You rolled your eyes as you continued, "I have taken plenty. Speaking of that, in my dreams, his medicine magically cured my morning sickness. I don't even have to feel hell about that anymore."

"The real (Husband's name) (Last name) won't have time to do something ridiculous like what you said. He would have spent the time improving his family life by getting that promotion." Your mood went down by his words. He cared for you in his way, but it was how you hated it.

(Husband's name) stood up from his seat and was about to head to the study, he turned around to chat with you one more time. "You know, (Y/N), why don't you go visit downstairs? I bet those actresses would love to hear your dream."

"Miss Spink and Miss Forcible?" said you as you put the dishes on the sink, "Are you forgetting Mr. Bobinsky upstairs?"

"Whatever. I'll go to work now. I'll come down for dinner later." You sighed before you finished washing the dishes and changed to your usual clothes.

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You came out of the apartment before your foot knocked something on the ground. You looked down to see a pile of mail with the address sent for your neighbor, Mr. Bobinsky.

"Bobinsky. Bobinsky. Bobinsky." You read the name of each mail before you smelled something heavenly. You sniffed the mail and realized it came from them. You thought it was probably your weird craving that you found this stinky scent really mouth-watering to you.

You noticed the sign, telling that Bobinsky was living upstairs. You carefully climbed up the stairs while holding the mail and finally arrived at the front door. You knocked three times before calling, "Hello? I think our mail got mixed up. Should I leave it outside, or-" You attempted to lean your ear close to the door but the door was unlocked. The mail flew in the air for a moment before you quickly caught it in your hands.