Hey, I'm Type! Tharn's husband. We started as rivals, became boyfriends, and then got married. But what comes next? life after the wedding isn't what I expected. When Tharn brings up adopting a child, I can't shake off my worries. Are we really read...
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Types POV (present)
Sometimes, I don't know how I got here. Marriage, wondering if we really need to start a family, life, and my stubborn, always-horny husband, Tharn... it all once seemed like a dream. And come to think of it, look how far our relationship has come. But now that I'm living it, I'm starting to realize just how little I actually knew.
I sat down on the couch, staring at the clock as it ticked closer to midnight. My shoulders ached, my eyes were heavy, and yet sleep was the last thing I could even think about. Instead, a long sigh escaped my lips, and I found myself leaning back, letting the silence settle around me.
If anyone had told me before that marriage would be like this, I would've laughed. I always thought that after the wedding, life would get easier-simpler, even. It's what I wanted, after all. Tharn and I had fought so hard for our future together, overcoming every challenge, every doubt. And we'd won, hadn't we? We were here, we were happy, and yet...
There's a different kind of frustration that comes with being a husband, especially now that Tharn's had me stop working as a doctor. It's like he's turned me into some housewife, and I can't help feeling like something's missing. I don't know what's going on at work anymore, I've lost track of things I used to care about, and honestly... maybe I'm even a bit jealous of that clingy assistant at his office. Hmph. Not that Tharn would ever do something like that.
Just as I'm sinking further into my thoughts, I hear the familiar ring of the doorbell. Tharn's finally home.
And, really, that's the part that surprised me most: how marriage feels like a job that doesn't end when the clock runs out. I glanced over at the window, feeling another sigh well up in my chest.
I heard the door creak open, and Tharn stepped into the living room, rubbing his neck and looking just as worn out as I felt. He gave me a smile, though-a warm, sleepy smile that reminded me why I chose this, why I chose him.
"Long day?" I asked, as he settled beside me and resting his head on my shoulder.
He let out a soft chuckle, leaning into my warmth. "I could say that," he murmured. "But, honestly... I don't mind. It's just... a lot."
I wrapped an arm around him, squeezing gently. "Yeah, it's a lot," I said, my voice a quiet whisper against his ear. And in that moment, with him beside me, the weight of the day felt just a little bit lighter.
Anyway, nothing has much change. I still love my idiot hubby, Tharn.
🐻🍼
Later at night
Alright, so here we are, married and all, but honestly? Nothing much has changed. Tharn's still Tharn-always horny, always making sure I know it, no matter the time or place. It's like he thinks being married gives him the green light to flirt with me nonstop. And, okay, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it... most of the time.
