Broken Vows (AlDub/MaiChard Fan Fiction)

BEFORE: Three

BEFORE

Maine's

About three weeks later, I woke up on my bed with the sound of someone humming a familiar tune.

Sleeping on the couch was something I had gotten used to since I started in the industry of showbiz, but waking up on a bed the next day was something I felt comfortable with since I got married. Most of the time, RJ comes home later than I do, considering that he accepts more offers than I do (which was annoying, by the way), so he usually comes home to me sprawled across the couch with my things still slung all over my body. And he, being the gentleman he has always been, never fails to carry me to bed, change my working clothes to my pajamas, kiss me goodnight and engulf me into his arms - every time it happens, walang palya.

I smiled and got up from bed. Seeing that the bathroom door was widely opened, I immediately made my way towards it and saw my husband washing the toothpaste foam from his mouth. His head was facing the sink so he didn't know I was already behind him.

He slightly jumped when he felt me hug him from behind. He wiped the remaining water on his chin with his towel before smiling at me through the mirror. He faced me and carried me by waist, setting me down on the dry part of the counter.

"Happy monthsary," he whispered and leaned in to kiss me but I stopped him by covering his mouth.

"Morning breath," I whispered. "Happy monthsary." He shook his head and removed my hand from his face.

"Dami mong alam," he laughed and leaned in again, capturing my lips in his. He gently gripped my waist and I pulled him closer through his nape.

It has been more than six years since we have been together, but the feeling of his lips against mine still ignited a spark inside me.

"I... love... you." He mumbled between kisses. Pulling him closer, I adjusted my thighs for him to fit between my legs. Groaning, RJ pulled me closer - if that was even possible - and gently carried me by my backside, with my legs around his waist.

"Richard..." I mumbled when his lips trailed down my neck. "Baby..."

He gently dropped me on our bed and settled himself on top of me, using his forearm to carry himself and not squish me.

"Do you want me to stop?" he huskily asked and then trailed more kisses around my neck.

Nako, mahihirapan akong iconceal 'to mamaya.

"Baby..." I groaned, not really answering his question.

"Do you, baby?" He looked into my eyes with his lips pressed on my throat. "Do you want me to stop?"

I closed my eyes and smiled. "No, Richard. Don't stop."

And so he didn't.

. . .

"Late pero glowing?" Oreo teased the moment I stepped inside the studio.

"Sorry," I shyly smiled. "Late nagising, nakalimutan kong mag-alarm."

"Nakalimutang mag-alarm or nakalimutang may alarm?" Shiela, one of the stylists, asked. "Oh, upo ka na para maayusan. Naiinip na yung photographer."

"Sus," Oreo scoffed. "Mabilis 'yan lang maayusan, glowing oh. Di na kailangan ng blush on."

"Ay, mukhang may ano..." Trixie, our production manager, teased. "Matawagan nga si Direk Joey mamaya. Tatanungin ko kung anong kalagayan ni Alden dun."

"Paano ba naman walang ano..." Shiela continued while filling my eyebrows. "Eh 16 ngayon, syempre naman..."

"Sa umaga talaga, Meng?" Oreo laughed. "Di na nakapaghintay mamaya?"