Sweetheart Series I: The Politician's Wife

Chapter VII

Chapter VII
Anxious Wife

-KASSIE-

It was past midnight, but I still couldn't bring myself to sleep. The ceiling above me was a blank canvas, and I found myself counting sheep in my thoughts, hoping it would lull me into slumber. But every time I closed my eyes, my mind raced with thoughts about the day and all that had changed.

Richard, on the other hand, seemed to have already dozed off, the gentle rise and fall of his chest a comforting presence beside me.

I turned my head slightly to glance at him, my heart fluttering at the sight of him relaxed and peaceful. He looked so serene, with his features softened in sleep, and for a moment, I felt a pang of envy.

Why was it so easy for him? I sighed quietly, shifting slightly in the expansive bed that felt both too big and too small at the same time.

Thoughts of our wedding swirled in my head, and I couldn't help but smile at the memory. The way he looked at me during the ceremony, the warmth in his voice when he said his vows—it all made my heart skip.

But now, lying here in the dark, I wondered what lay ahead for us. Was it too soon to think about the future?

I turned onto my side, staring at Richard again. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over him, and I felt a swell of affection. He was my husband now, but the weight of that title felt both exhilarating and daunting.

What if I let him down?

What if I couldn't be the wife he needed?

With a deep breath, I tried to push those anxious thoughts away. I needed to trust in us and our ability to navigate this new chapter together. Just as I was about to close my eyes again, I noticed Richard stirring slightly. He mumbled something in his sleep, and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Sweet dreams, Richard," I whispered, hoping that somehow he could hear me. I shifted again, this time bringing my pillow closer, trying to find a comfortable position.

Maybe if I closed my eyes tight enough and wished hard enough, sleep would finally come.

Hours later, I woke up to the bright rays of sunshine spilling through the window curtains, illuminating the room in a warm golden glow. I blinked against the light, and as I slowly sat up, I stretched my arms wide, letting out a big yawn to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Good morning..." a deep voice rumbled from beside me.

My eyes shot open, and my heart raced as the realization hit me—I was not alone in the room. Panic surged through me as I mentally scolded myself. Gosh! What have I done?! My hair was a messy bun, and I was still in my pink satin pajamas from last night. I felt like a complete wreck!

"G-good morning," I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

Richard let out a small chuckle, clearly amused by my reaction. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I tried to gather my thoughts. Why did I have to wake up looking like this?

"I hope you don't mind; I already ordered breakfast," he informed me, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

"O-Oh! That's great!" I replied, attempting to sound more composed than I felt.

"Just let me have a moment to fix myself." I forced a smile, hoping to mask my embarrassment, before quickly standing up and storming my way to the bathroom.

Once inside, I closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart. What a way to start the day! I splashed some water on my face, hoping it would help clear the blush that still lingered.