I'm In love with my teacher~Wenclair.

~Fifty-two~

Divina's POV:

I think Wednesday's catching on to me. 
I knew I should've added some type of firewall to prevent her from tracking the phone... Oh well, she was going to find out soon anyway. 

"Hey babe, should I wear these pants or this skirt?" Yoko asked, while walking out of her closet. We were supposed to be babysitting Evelyn tonight, while Enid and Wednesday went out to dinner for their anniversary. But Enid called and cancelled, using the excuse that her dad could watch her instead. Leading me to believe they know, which isn't going to stop me from doing what I've been planning from the beginning. 

"Uhm... the skirt." I answered, I love Yoko, I really do. And I know this whole thing is going to kill her when she finds out, but it's all worth it. Enid deserves better.

Wednesday's POV:

"Mommy?" Evie asks, while lifting her head up off of my lap. 

"Yes angel?" 

"I thought you said auntie Yoko and Divina were gonna come back for movie night, while you and mommy got dinner," 

"It turns out they were busy," Enid said, while walking into the living room. "Wednesday are you really not dressed yet?" 

"No, but I also don't take a million years like you do." I answered simply, while standing up from the couch. 

"I guess you're right," She mumbled, her eyes following me as I walked.

"Something caught your eye?" I question softly once I pass by her. 

"Your ass." she commented, a playful smirk lingering on her face. 

"You do realize our three year old is right there," I stated, while cocking my head to the side.

"I know," I slowly shook my head, before continuing to the staircase. "Wait! I wanna pick your outfit!" she exclaimed, while quickly chasing after me.
I ran up the staircase, almost tripping while doing so, before bolting to our room. 
I stopped to catch my breath, as two arms slide around my waist. 

"You're like really fast," she said, breathless.

"At running or...?" I questioned, as I turned to face her. 

"At running! Get your mind out of the gutter." She exclaimed, while playfully slapping my shoulder. 
I smirked, before walking over to my closet.

"White button up, black dress pants, black tie, and black heels?" I asked, already knowing that's what she wanted. 

"Mhm...you know me so well." she mumbled, doing what I'm guessing is putting on her shoes on. 

"I would hope so...I have been married to you for exactly 5 years now." I answered, as I buttoned my pants. 

"Yeah, Yeah....You know, You're like really hot." she said, her eyes trailing across my unclothed top half. 

"Yes, I do know. You tell me this quite a lot."

"Well it's true, so..."

"I know it's true, because if it wasn't we most likely wouldn't be standing here right now." I replied, while sliding my shirt up my arms. 
I watched out of the corner of my eye, as she walked over to me. Grabbing my shirt, and buttoning it up. 

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" she asked, while flipping my collar. 

"No, you'll find out when we get there." 

"Tuck that in, leave the top three buttons undone, Louis Vuitton heels, and put your hair in a bun." 

"Jacket or no jacket?" I questioned, while following her into the bathroom. Assuming she was walking in there to do my hair. 

"Uhm... Bring the jacket in case you get cold, it's only supposed to be 65 degrees tonight." She answered, as she brushed her hands down the front of her maroon dress.

"Are you sure you won't get cold?" I asked, before laying my jacket over her bare shoulders. 

"No, because I knew you would do the exact thing you just did." she said, while smiling. 

"Did you want to do my hair?" 

"Well duh, why else would I be in here?" I shrugged, as I walked over to the toilet. Sitting down facing the wall so she has access to the back of my head.

"Enid?" 

"Yes, love?" She answered, while hair spraying a piece of hair in place. 

"Do you really trust your dad to watch Evelyn? I know we don't have any other choice as of right now, but still... I don't know if I feel any better about him watching her over Yoko." 

"I don't know how I feel about it either, but anythings better than putting her in direct danger. So for now, you're going to have to put your hatred for my dad aside and just be grateful he was willing to watch her." 

"Fine," I muttered, as her hands slid down my arms.

"Come on, let's go." She said, before stepping away from me.