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AUC: Part 4 Test - The New Life

Some mornings came with a warming body, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket and a wet kiss to my neck. Yosefin just couldn't wake me up normally. I rarely woke up on my own or had the alarm do it. I didn't mind her doing it. The sense of being alone together, far from family, caused her to be more expressive with her feelings. It made her cling more, but she knew how to strike a balance well. After nearly a year of us living together, I hadn't complained once.

"Morning, honey boo," Yosefin said while kissing me on the cheek. Since we got engaged, she gave me a new nickname fitting for a husband. She tried to get me to think of something to call her by, but I could not find anything other than babe.

"Morning," I said, pulling her entire body on top of mine so I could squeeze her tight. She giggled the harder I squeezed. "Today is a big day."

"For you. CGI trailer making," she said, heading into the bathroom. "Should be fun, huh?"

"Or a pain in the ass."

"Well," she said, talking behind the cracked open door. "If it does, remind me to soothe it." Her joke was corny, yet it made me laugh. I waited on the bed until it was my turn to shower. We tried to make it a habit not to shower together before work. Every time we did, it took us half an hour to finish. Plus, the amazing consequences afterward made staying professional around it other challenging. We were young, enthusiastic, and immature. The slightest look could make us smile.

Once Yosefin got out of the shower, I took mine while she made breakfast. She cooked in her underwear so she wouldn't waste time getting dressed. Then, only after we ate, she got dressed. The routine worked well. I started copying her just to get the chance to watch her cook. She took wanting to be my wife seriously. Her cooking skills improved. She read various celebrity cooking books to gather as much as she could comprehend to avoid trying to figure out what we should eat. I didn't dare say it would be okay if we had a time when we didn't know what to eat. If she was happy, then there was no reason to stop her rhythm.

The morning breakfast special was a cheesy omelet with small cooked ham cubes and spinach. She always took a seat to my right at the kitchen table. The reason for that was that I was left-handed. When we were in community college, she sat on my left side to avoid our opposing elbows from touching each other. This new seating arrangement had a cute reason. We used our free hands to touch, rub, grab, or soothe each other's thighs.

We ate until there was nothing but the butter juices left on our plates. I took the job of cleaning the pots and dishes. Since we ate off a few things, I didn't have to use the dishwasher. I did my job and then went to our bedroom to get dressed for the day. Yosefin was in the middle of putting on panyhoses when I stepped in.

"Planning on wearing a dress?" I said, examining her curvy backside.

"Nah," Yosefin said. She grabbed a pair of high-tight denim skirt and put them on. "Looking good so far?" I gave her two thumbs up, nodding my head. "Joshy, have I ever worn something you hated?" The second I thought about the time she cut her hair to anger me, she said, "Never mind. I don't wanna know. Just think about my nice ones."

"I always do."

"Yeah, right, dude," she said, scoffing with a smile. "You only think of one thing."

"And that is?"

"This beautiful face," she says, placing her hands flat under her chin. "Ja?"

"You are not wrong."

Throughout that day, I worked hard making a trailer for the company's MMO. The writing department had me and a team flesh out a small little story that gave out the gist of the chaotic fantasy world. Austin was our lead writer. For hours, we plotted scenes with a storyboard. One wall in our studio had the entire scene sketched out.