Micheal, Yvonne, and the twins finally returned to their home apartment. The children wore expressions of clear discontent, their small feet shuffling across the floor in slow, reluctant steps. The reason was simple: they were going back to the routine of separate rooms. It was as if the magic of their week together—their shared space, their closeness—was being erased, and neither of them wanted that.The week they'd spent together had been blissful, a glimpse of the family they'd all longed for. Micheal had smiled more than ever, and not just at them. Yvonne, who had embraced her role with a tenderness that enveloped the twins, had become more than just “Mommy”—she was their safe harbor, her warmth and love woven into every gesture. Now, the children feared that being apart, even in separate rooms, might unravel all that progress.“Daddy, can't we stay in our room or mommy's room? Any of it is fine, but we have to stay together,” Lily pleaded, her voice small but heavy with emotion.
As soon as they stepped inside, Yvonne hurriedly turned to face Micheal. “We’re here, so start talking,” she said, her chest heaving with anxiety.It felt to Yvonne as if she was on the verge of losing the fragile happiness that had recently formed in her life. Micheal’s calm expression wasn’t helping, and her frustration only grew.“Calm down, Yvonne,” Micheal said softly, walking toward the couch. He sat down, Yvonne trailing behind him, her eyes locked on his.“Calm down?” she repeated, her voice shaking. “You say that, but all I know is that something serious happened and you’re acting like it’s no big deal!”Micheal gestured for her to sit beside him. “It was serious, yes. But Lily’s breathing stabilized, and she’s resting. You don’t need to keep worrying.”Yvonne’s brows furrowed in confusion. “And what caused her to pass out?” she demanded, almost sarcastically. His calmness was beginning to irritate her.Micheal’s eyes softened, and he sighed. “Lily has a heart condition. It’s
Micheal’s jaw tightened as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. Yvonne could sense the shift in his demeanor—he was about to tell her something that weighed heavily on him. The room felt quieter, as if even the air around them held its breath.“You wanted to know about Lily and Jack's mother,” he began, his voice low but steady. “Well, to understand that, you need to know about my family.”Yvonne nodded, her gaze locked on his face, bracing herself for what was to come.“I ran away from my family’s suffocating grip years ago,” he continued. “Their traditions, their expectations—it was like living with a noose around my neck. They had my whole life planned out from the moment I was born. Who I’d marry, how I’d run the family business, everything. So, I left. I needed to breathe, to figure out who I was outside of their control.”Yvonne’s brows furrowed as she listened, her heart aching for the man in front of her. She could see the pain and frustration etched in his ex
Micheal’s heart skips a bit at the weight of her words. He could feel it- this moment that hung between them, thick with emotions. “You don't?” He asked softly, as if needing to hear it again to be certain. Yvonne nodded meekly, her cheeks flushing, warmth creeping across her skin, betraying her vulnerability. The silence that followed was charged, their eyes locked, each breath shared between them. Time seemed to slow as they sat there tethered to the moment. Yvonne broke the stillness, her voice trembling. “Micheal I wasn't confused about the desire I sense from you. I was confused about myself….. I am broken Micheal and although I might seem like I have moved on, I'm terrified. I am afraid that one wrong move, one unintended mistake, will shatter me….. and destroy everything we have built.” Her voice cracked, the raw honesty of her confession filling the room. She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling with every breath as she gathered the courage to continue. “I don't
Micheal’s breath hitched as Yvonne pressed herself even closer to him, her fingers trailing over his chest as she appreciate his well sculpted figure. The man hides lots of goodness under his usual former attire, not that he looked less captivating with clothes on, but Yvonne really like the unclothed version more. The world outside seemed to vanish under the intense atmosphere in the room, leaving only the two of them in this electrifying moment, tethered by the unspoken emotions and promises between them.Micheal tilted her face to draw her attention from his body to his face and kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the warmth of her lips, the softness of her skin as his hands roamed over her, brushing against her waist, her back. Yvonne's body responded instinctively, arching into his touch, her own hands trembling as they explored the firm lines of his shoulders and chest.Micheal’s hand guided her to sit around his thighs straddling him and before she could get comfortabl
Yvonne lay in the bed, her body still humming from the intensity of what had just happened. Her thoughts raced, trying to grasp the reality of the moment. She had just consummated her contract marriage with Micheal, and the sheer pleasure that coursed through her still lingered like a soft whisper against her skin. Was this real? she wondered. Her heart fluttered in disbelief as her mind replayed every tender touch, every heated kiss. The way he made her feel—loved, cherished, desired—was unlike anything she had ever imagined. She sighed softly, her thoughts drifting deeper into the memory. It was more than just physical, she realized. It was a connection that ran far deeper. She had given herself completely, and it had felt so right, so natural. Her heart pounded in her chest as her mind swirled with everything that had just happened between them. How could it feel this good? Micheal, lying beside her, noticed the faraway look in her eyes, her lips curved slightly in thought. He c
Yvonne stirred from her deep sleep, the soft murmurs around her pulling her back into consciousness. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, only to be greeted by three pairs of wide, curious eyes staring down at her. She jerked slightly in surprise, her body still heavy from exhaustion."Mommy, you're awake!" Jack’s excited voice broke the silence, but Yvonne’s heart raced as the events before her sleep came rushing back.Memories of the intimate moments she had shared with Micheal replayed in her mind, bringing a hot flush to her cheeks. Shyness overtook her as she glanced at Micheal, who stood at the side, watching her with a tender gaze. But as warmth spread through her, another feeling pushed forward—concern for the children.She quickly turned her focus to Lily, her heart skipping a beat as she rushed toward the little girl. Kneeling beside her, Yvonne checked her forehead, her pulse, anything to ensure she was alright. Her panic subsided as she found nothing wrong.Lily, sensing her
After dinner, the evening unfolded in a way Yvonne hadn’t expected. The children, still full of energy, convinced her and Micheal to play a few games with them. It started with a playful academic quiz—Jack and Lily’s favourite. Yvonne asked questions about animals and colours while Micheal handled the math problems.“Lily, what’s the fastest land animal?” Yvonne asked with a gentle smile, watching the little girl’s eyes light up.Lily shot her hand up with excitement. “Cheetah! The cheetah is the fastest!”“That’s right, baby!” Yvonne praised, feeling warmth in her chest as Lily beamed with pride.Not to be outdone, Jack tugged on Micheal’s sleeve, “Daddy, give me a hard one!”Micheal chuckled, ruffling Jack’s hair. “Alright, here’s a tricky one. What’s 6 times 8?”Jack scrunched his face in concentration. After a moment, he smiled triumphantly. “48! It’s 48!”“Good job, champ!” Micheal said, giving him a high five. Yvonne couldn’t help but admire the way Micheal interacted with the c