Babysitting My Wife *SAMPLE*

Chapter 18

What could be the best for us? I kept thinking about this particular question on repeat. It's not like I didn't want a divorce but it's just a thought that popped up in my mind.

What if this was some kind of destiny? Could it be the collision of two different personality traits humans?

"Millie put your seat belt on. How many times do I have to tell you!?" Noah scolded for the umpteenth time.

Not my fault that the belt was grazing against my neck as we drove. It was hurting and I probably got bruised there but would he care to ask or whether even think about it?

No, he didn't. Because he's not short and this is not his problem.

That would be pretty much likely he would say in return if I would've to ever ask.

So destiny or not, but we are so not good together. It has been almost a day and we were already annoyed by our presence. Why? Because I wouldn't do what he asked and he... well, he did what I asked so far.

But he didn't let me have the taste of my delicious strawberry milkshake, so no. I hate him.

"I will not. It's sizzling my neck. I'm not gonna wear it." I defied his order.

I'm pretty much good at this so why not put it to use?

"Sizzling?- you know your mother did tell me how stubborn you get when someone tells you to do something very important." He listed with his gritted teeth, glaring at me from the side.

I huffed, "Of course, she would say something like that. She doesn't know why I am stubborn about those specific matters and nor do I." I retaliated.

"Oh, really? How about you tell me then?" He raised his voice, annoyance lacing in his voice.

I backfired at him with my voice reaching the level of octaves. "I just did, jerk!"

"You gave an excuse, Crackhead!" He retaliated.

"Uhh... guys..." Hailey began but we turned to her and shouted at top of our lungs.

"Shut up!"

I shot back at him, "You can't tell my best friend, shut up! You're one rude rich guy."

He laughed, offended to the core. "And you're one single bratty child."

I gasped, growling lowly at him. It sounded pretty appreciable to match with much like a growl.

"Yeah, growl. That's all you can do. Growl like a little kitten." He provoked me, laughing at his bully remark.

I had it enough and turned down the window till it's limit of halting. I pushed my head out, taking deep breaths to calm down my anger.

"Millie, get your head inside!" He commanded but I wasn't one to hear some bully jerkhead orders.

"I won't!" I yelled, taking more deep breaths to not do a sinful act that would land us directly to the graveyard.

He grabbed the back of my shirt's collar, trying to pull me back inside but I had my ego ranked at the highest towers that I held onto the door tightly.

"Get inside, brat!" He remarked.

I shook my head. "Do your best but I'm not going to listen to your petty orders. You don't have the right to make me do anything." I yelled as the air zoomed past me.

"Last time I checked, we are married. So, I do have the right on you as your husband." He finally forcefully pulled me inside.

I yelped and tried to jump back out but he closed the window and locked the access to it.

"Open the window!" I barked.

"No."

I was about to spill an insult before we hired the sirens and it wasn't just any sirens, they belonged to the Police car.

"Wow! Look what you landed us into." Noah didn't forget to mock me before he parked his car to the side with the engine shut off.

The officer hopped out of his car and walked leisurely to our car. He rounded to Noah's windowpane and tapped on the window, gesturing him to slid it down.

We all turned our heads to him and Noah sighed, sliding down his window.

The officer gave a brief look at each of our faces and observing the entire possible situation or the attires we were dressed in.

"What's your age, young man?" He asked Noah.

I snorted, looking away immediately because Noah probably shot a side glare in my direction.

"27." He answered.

"What's your age, ma'am?" The officer turned his attention to mine as he throws a question in my direction.

I gulped, trying not to stammer and making us look suspicious. "23."

I internally took a deep breath for successfully not stuttering. I could really award myself for the confidence I showed for the minimal minutes.

"Hmm... where are you driving off to?" He asked, staring at me.

His stoned silver gaze wasn't helping me and I quivered under the stern lookout.

"To the courthouse, my dad is going to marry my mom again because they love reliving that moment." He chuckled and I figured that he isn't smart to be my husband.

Well, that is struck off on my list.

"Oh! Give my regards to them. Have a safe drive there." He smiled.

For a second there, I thought he bought it and maybe Noah's parents do this all the time but sarcasm got the best of it.

"Out the car you all. This instant." He ordered and I almost pissed my pants in fear.

"Thank you for nothing, Millie," Noah whispered in my ear as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Welcome?" I was halfway panicking on how he had his cool on.

He scoffed. "It was sarcasm, dummy." He pushed open his door and climbed out of the car as everyone else did.

I did a last-minute prayer and got out of the car, hesitantly walking towards the officer who scanned me up and down with the look that could spell out that this isn't going to end well.

And it didn't because who would've thought that marrying a rich man accidentally wasn't a right pair with a clumsy trait.

Because if I crossed his path, then he faces more loss than me.

Well, Juvie would be worse but being taken to the police station is enough to get the press hurdling out the police station's building.

"You outdid yourself, my clever wife." At least I understood that was sarcasm right there.