❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

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~SET IN THE HISTORY ERA~

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You awoke to the sound of gently humming, making you groan as you opened your eyes. You sat up in bed, and took a glance outside of your bedroom window.

Michael, your husband of three years, was getting dressed - and he was responsible for the humming. He was fastening the buttons of his shirt when he noticed that you were awake. He winced a little, keeping his eyes on you. "Did I wake you up?"

"No," you flashed him a wide grin. "I wouldn't have liked to have woken up any other way,"

Michael chuckled, walking over to you and sitting down at the edge of the bed. You were fiddling with your wedding ring - keeping your eyes on your husband.

"I have to go for rehearsals," he sighed. "Do you want to accompany me?"

You smiled at him, admiring the way he looked. He was handsome, and if you could - you would have stared at him for the rest of your life.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" you inquired.

"What kind of a question is that? Of course I want you to accompany me," he chuckled slightly.

You giggled as he leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I'll be ready in an hour," you began to get up from the bed. "You go down to the stadium first, and I'll be there later,"

"Are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," you nodded.

Once you had gotten to your feet, your husband did the same - making his way over to you. He set his hands on your waist - pulling you closer to him. His hands felt like home, making you smile. The both of you belonged together.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. "Don't ever forget that,"

"As long as you promise to remember that you are extremely handsome.

"Ugh," he rolled his eyes. "Fine," he groaned a little. "But I still don't feel like I look good," he remarked.

"Well, you do," yoh rested your hands on his shoulders. "That's why all the women are after you," you giggled.

"I hardly think so," he shook his head before you let your hands fall to your sides.

"Well I know so," you answered. "No arguments,"

Michael stared at you bedore kissing your cheek ane making his way toward the bedroom door - opening it and walking out before he shut pulled it shut.

A small smile formed on your face when he left. You felt like the luckiest girl on the planet. Michael was the sweetest man on the face of the earth.

Just as you made your way to your closet, you began to feel nauseous. Your eyes widened, and you stopped your movements - trying to steady yourself. A minute passed before the dreadful feeling faded away. You sighed and shrugged, proceeding to walk up to your closet, and opening the doors.

"Now," you spoke to yourself. "What shall we wear today?" you looked at your collection of garments. You chewed on your lip gently as you decided on a skirt, and a loose shirt.

"I'll tuck it in," you muttered to yourself. "Now, let's go and get ready,"

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