Anne Wheeler x Phillip Carlyle

Chapter 28

Anne POV.
...and it was a no from me.
My mum...she was a bitch, point blank. There was nothing else to it. When I was 10, a man came to our house and took us away. For me it was alright, both of W.D and I's parents where unreliable.
They cheated on each other and then pretended to get upset when the other found out, but it was just for the sake of us. I'm not surprised Mum and Dad aren't together anymore. I wasn't particularly keen on meeting Greta, my step sister, but I wasn't keen on meeting my mother either.
"You've got to go." Phillip tells me, as he prepares breakfast. Six-Olivia is fast asleep in her cot upstairs.
"Tell me one good reason why." I say, turning towards him.
"Ok. For one, you forced me go make up with my parents, so I'm forcing to go make up with yours." He says. I groan. Why did Phillip always have to make such good reasons?
He laughs at me, and sets a plate of bacon in front of me. I give him a small smile. He was trying, my husband, of course he was. Bless him for that!
"Okay, baby, just for you. But one thing bad that she says..." I tell Phil, dragging the last word of the sentence on as a warning. He laughs and holds his hands up in defeat.
"So. Baby, are we talking about a certain bitch, that goes my the name Jenny Lind?" Phillip asks me, taking a seat in front of me.
"Well, I guess we are talking about a certain bitch. I'm not sure she's called Jenny Lind though. I think she goes by the name Phillip Carlyle instead." I say, grinning at him.
"Oh, thanks, babe!" He says, laughing and tilting his head back.
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
There was nobody more perfect than him; his eyes, his hair...his daughter, that is mine too.
"Let's not talk about anyone right now." I say, leaning forward to kiss Phillip on the lips. He wraps an arm around my waist and I smile, before pulling back.
"Too bad it's not night." He says, grinning.
"Who says it has to be done at night?" I ask. Okay, okay. It was embarrassing- no doubt. But I kinda wanted him.
"I do." He says, before standing up and laughing at my expression.
"Oh, eff you!" I shout, not saying the real word for the benefit of our innocent daughter sleeping soundly upstairs in her bed.
"Very mature of you, Mrs Carlyle!" He says back, cleaning up the kitchen counter. I relax back. My husband was the best- sometimes I felt useless because I did nothing!
"I feel pregnant." I say, deciding to tease him a bit.
"Well your fat enough to be," Phillip says unexpectedly, turning around the tables! Stifling laughter and anger, I retreat with.
"Your right. But I wasn't this fat a few weeks ago." I say.
Phillip freezes and turns around to face me.
"Are you..." He asks me, a smile etching onto his face.
"Oh babe, I'm only joking!" I say, bursting into hysterics, laughing.
Phillip laughs too and walks towards me and grabs my waist. After a while our kiss deepens and Phillip pulls back.
"I've changed my mind," he says, pausing to press a kiss to my neck.
"Mornings work fine too."

Yay i love this! 💓 sorry I haven't been updating that well, but I thought you guys deserved some Anne x Phillip juiciness so here you are 😁
I've been feeling slightly better so to anyone which wrote me something kind, I am beyond grateful!! Hope you enjoyed❤️
- Alice