This series contains course language and sexual content.

　　Please read only if you are not easily offended or require trigger warnings!

　　Reader’s discretion is advised.

　　All characters and events in this series are entirely fictional.

　　Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

　　The story is for entertainment purpose only.

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　　PERFECT LIFE

　　I am sitting on the bed sitting with the laptop on, I look at the clock, and it is past midnight. I cannot help but think of the crazy life I have had. Yes, crazy life because it has gotten onto me not just once but a couple of times.

　　I look at the other side of my bed and see my husband sleeping well. It makes me feel grateful for finally settling down in life. Like he has always mentioned, he must be dreaming of me. I then see the crib on my side to find a mini version of my husband also sleeping happily just like her dad. Both of them sleep with their mouths open, drooling and holding the sheet on them with one hand. Having her has given a different meaning to my life.

　　I keep my laptop aside and spoon my husband. Feeling his chest makes me feel complete. He turns and puts his hand on my breast and squeezes it gently.

　　Because I know that is his way of asking me for sex, I trace his body with my fingers down to his penis and softly grab it to give my consent. He quickly lowers his boxers and gets onto me.

　　Missionary is one of my favorite love-making positions. It feels so good to have the man take control of me completely while I feel the warmth of his body.

　　George goes slowly on me not to have me moaning loudly with Mabel sleeping in her crib. We have a satisfying session, and then we sleep holding each other. Nothing in the world can feel any better than being with the love of your life.

　　I wake up late on Sunday morning to see George and Mabel not there in the room. I panic because usually I wake up before them, and the first sight is having them sleeping on either of my sides. I quickly get up from bed and head out to the living room to find Mabel sleeping on George’s lap. George is holding her, and TV is also playing. I breathe a sigh of relief. Anxiety disorder makes your life hard by forcing you to over-think weirdly negative scenarios. I have always been like this, and George understands my condition. I involuntarily get tensed and picture every possibility in mind, be it positive or even negative.

　　George looks at me and points at the island table. I walk over there and see a full breakfast set on it. He has been kind to consider my late night work schedule yesterday and prepare my favorite breakfast. I see scrambled eggs with multigrain bread, cut fruits, orange juice, and bacon. I cannot put in words how much I love this man.

　　I take a plate full and head to the living room where he is sitting on the couch. I kiss him before sitting next to him, and when I am almost done with my breakfast, his phone starts to ring.

　　We both automatically turn our heads to the living room table because that is where his phone is lying. To my surprise, he quickly gets up from the couch, picks up his phone and heads out to the front yard after handing Mabel over to me. I am left confused on who might have called my husband because had it been anyone I know, he wouldn’t have walked out the room, and it is Sunday, so a call from work is highly doubted.

　　Baffled, I look at Mabel comfortably sleeping in my arms, the sight of which makes me smile effortlessly. I sit down on the couch thinking about the call George got.

　　Everything happened so fast that I didn’t even see the name of the caller, maybe it was an unknown number. My mind is restless, but I am keeping my cool only because my daughter is snoozing in my arms.

　　I look at the TV on which a news channel is on, but it is on mute. I start feeling drowsy with a full stomach, and the thought of it being Sunday takes the blame. I turn off the television and walk with Mabel to the room, and I place her in the crib when I happen to see George walking in the garden. He looks very happy talking to whoever he is on the phone with, and it clearly shows with his smile.

　　I am happy to see him smiling from ear to ear. I can’t help but feel a little jealous about who can possibly make him smile like that other than his friends and family. I lie down on the bed waiting for him to come back inside the house. After a while, I open my eyes and realize I fell asleep waiting for George, not for long though. I look around, and I don’t find him around. I get up from my bed and look out the window only to see his car not there.

　　I grab my phone from the side table and call him. The phone starts to ring, and I not only hear it on the mobile but also in the house as well. Before I could understand what was happening, George walked into the room with the phone in his hand and with a worried look on his face. I immediately disconnect the call not wanting to wake Mabel up with the ringtone playing in the room. On seeing George, I breathe a sigh of relief and hug him before I ask him anything. He kisses on my head as my heartbeat syncs with his.

　　I don’t feel like letting go of him, but I also want to know whose call it was and where his car is, if not in the garage. We slowly release each other and sit on the bed.

　　“How’s my girl feeling?” he asks.

　　Instead of answering his question, I ask, “Who had called?”

　　Perplexed, he answered his friend who lives two blocks away had called. He had been on a long extended vacation, and he was back in town.

　　I then ask him, “Why is your car not in the parking?”

　　He continues with what he was telling me before and then tells me his friend, Bret, had called to borrow his car for the evening as his car wasn’t starting, and he had to go meet his son, Jamie. George then tells me about the fight Bret had with his former fiancée Jane after which their son stayed with her as they parted ways because of some irreconcilable difference. Hearing this, I feel like a fool for doubting George, and I remember why I fell in love with this man. How could I hesitate placing my trust in him?

　　He will never cheat on me because loyalty isn’t a privilege for him but a lifestyle. Being cheated on in my past has ruined my ability not to over-think everything. I feel safe and can hug him again.