Book 2: So, this is Forever
15 - Have me tonight
In the dead of night, Becky awoke to an unusual absence of her wife's comforting embrace. Still half-asleep, she fumbled in the darkness, attempting to pull her wife into a hug, only to find the other side of the bed empty. As awareness seeped in, her eyes fluttered open, scanning the contours of their room.
Seated at the bed's edge, she cast a searching gaze toward the bathroom. "Babe?" she called out, pushing open the bathroom door to discover an empty space. A quick glance at the balcony yielded no sign of her wife either.
Concern mounting, Becky reached for her phone, donned a robe, and embarked on a search through the house. Room after room, including a cautious peek into their daughter's bedroom, offered no trace of Freen. Anxiety gnawing at her, she murmured, "Baby, where are you?"
A realization struck; perhaps Freen was in the music room. As Becky entered, her hopes were dashed—no sign of her wife. On the verge of leaving, a sudden thought prompted her to check the music room's balcony. There, in the obscurity of the night, she finally discovered Freen, silently gazing into the darkness.
Relieved and curious, Becky stepped onto the music room balcony and joined Freen in gazing into the night. The cool breeze tousled their hair as they stood side by side, immersed in the quiet beauty of the darkness.
"What are you doing out here?" Becky asked, wrapping her arms around Freen.
Freen turned to her and pulled Becky to an embrace, "I had another nightmare, and I couldn't go back to sleep."
Becky tightened her hold, offering comfort. "You could've woken me up. I want to be here for you."
"I know, babe," Freen replied, planting a tender kiss on Becky's forehead. "But I don't wanna burden you"
Becky smiled, her concern evident. "You're not a burden. We are married, babe. We deal with everything together. Your nightmares, my dreams, and everything in between. Let's face it all side by side."
Freen sighed, appreciating Becky's reassuring words. "I'm lucky to have you," she said, a hint of gratitude in her voice.
Becky gently led Freen back into the music room, away from the chilly night air. They settled onto the cozy couch, still wrapped in each other's arms.
"Tell me about the nightmare," Becky encouraged, her eyes reflecting genuine concern.
Freen hesitated for a moment before sharing the haunting details. As she spoke, Becky listened attentively, offering words of comfort and understanding. The weight of the nightmare lifted slightly with each shared word.
"I hate how they linger," Freen confessed, her gaze fixed on the floor.
Becky tilted Freen's chin up, meeting her eyes. "We'll figure it out together. Do you want me to join your next session with your doctor?"
Freen smiled, touched by Becky's unwavering support. "No need baby, the doctor said these part of the therapy needs to be dealt individually. But, you can meet me after the session, for a dinner or something. You always know how to make things better."
Becky's concern deepened, and she nodded in understanding. "Absolutely, my love. Whatever you need, consider it done. And the idea of dinner afterward sounds enchanting. We'll make it a romantic date, just you and me."
Freen's smile transformed into a gentle expression of gratitude, captivated by the depth of Becky's unwavering support. "Thank you, my love. Imagining you waiting for me feels like stepping into a haven of love after those challenging sessions. They exhaust me, and I feel so weak afterwards."
Becky delicately cupped Freen's face, her eyes glowing with affection. "Baby, if you ever feel weak, let me be your strength. You don't have to carry the weight alone; you can lean on me, my love. I am your wife, and you are mine. Together, we'll face every challenge."
Freen's emotions overflowed, and she couldn't help but smile. Tenderly, she tucked a strand of Becky's hair behind her ear, savoring the warmth of the moment.
In a soft, heartfelt gesture, Freen leaned in and gently captured her wife's lips in a lingering kiss. It was a silent exchange of love, a reassurance that in their shared vulnerability, they found strength in each other's embrace. The quiet music of the night played witness to the depth of their connection, a melody composed by two hearts entwined in a dance of affection and understanding.
Freen's emotions surged, and a tender smile graced her lips. Lovingly, she tucked a stray strand of Becky's hair behind her ear, savoring the warmth of the intimate moment. In a soft, heartfelt gesture, Freen leaned in, gently capturing her wife's lips in a lingering kiss—a silent exchange of love, a testament to the strength they found in each other's vulnerability. The quiet melody of the night bore witness to the profound connection shared between two hearts, entwined in a dance of affection and understanding.
As they parted, Freen continued to caress Becky's lips, her eyes reflecting the depth of her emotions. With a soft smile, she declared, "I love you so much, babe."
"I love you too, babe," Becky responded, her fingers tenderly caressing Freen's cheeks. "Now, let's get you to sleep. Tomorrow's escapade for Zea will surely tire us out. You know how excited our daughter is." The promise of the adventures ahead lingered in the air, wrapped in the comfort of their shared love.
Freen chuckled softly, still basking in the warmth of their shared affection. "You're right," she agreed, "Zea's excitement is infectious. I can't wait to see her face light up tomorrow."
Becky nodded, her eyes filled with love. "It's going to be a day filled with joy and laughter. Let's get you some rest so we can make the most of it."
Together, they rose from the couch, hands intertwined, and made their way to the bedroom. The soft glow of night enveloped them as they prepared for a peaceful slumber. Freen, still carrying the residue of vulnerability from her nightmares, found solace in the assurance of Becky's presence.
As they settled into bed, Freen looked into Becky's eyes, gratitude shining in her gaze. "Thank you for being my strength tonight, and always," she whispered.
Becky smiled, brushing a gentle kiss on Freen's forehead. "Anytime, my love."
Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, anticipating the adventures and joy that awaited them in the new day. The night, now a canvas of dreams, cradled their love in its gentle embrace.
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In less than a month, Freen, with the unwavering support of her loved ones, orchestrated astute decisions that catapulted Chankimha Industries back to a vibrant success. It felt like an early birthday gift, a testament to her resilience and the strength of the bonds that surrounded her as she entered her birth month.
After delivering her speech at the celebratory party, marking Chankimha Industries' triumphant return to its top rank, Freen found herself surrounded by her brother and Richie.
"Congratulations, Sister," Saint exclaimed, delivering a hearty pat on Freen's shoulder.
"You did fantastic, Freen," her brother-in-law added, clinking his champagne glass with hers.
"Thank you, brothers. I owe you two big time," Freen expressed her gratitude.
Richie shook her head, a warm smile on his face. "You don't owe me anything, Freen. You are my sister's wife, so you are family. Just continue to love her and my adorable niece, and that's enough for me."
Saint chuckled, offering another friendly pat on her shoulder. "Exactly, family looks out for each other, right?"
Richie, looking around, noticed the absence of Becky and Zea. "Where is Becky and Zea, anyways?"
"They got stuck in traffic, so they're running a bit late," Freen explained.
Just as Freen mentioned it, Saint spotted them at the door. "Oh, there they are!" he exclaimed, raising his hands to catch their attention.
Becky walked toward them, holding Zea in her right hand. "Sorry, we're late, baby," she said, giving Freen a sweet peck on the lips.
Zea, feeling responsible, chimed in, "It's my fault, Dada. I spilled some chocolates on my dress, so I had to change again, and then we got stuck in traffic. I'm so sorry; please don't be mad at me."
Freen couldn't help but smile at Zea's sincere apology. She knelt down to Zea's eye level, gently wiping away any lingering worry on her daughter's face.
"Sweetheart, accidents happen, and we all get stuck in traffic sometimes. No need to apologize," Freen reassured, placing a loving hand on Zea's shoulder.
Becky joined the reassurance, giving Zea an affectionate squeeze. "We're just happy to be here now, aren't we? Give your gift to Dada!"
Zea's face lit up with relief. "Yes, Mommy. Congratulations Dada, Zea is proud of you" she handed over three simple tulip origamis to Freen.
Freen's heart swelled with tenderness and pride as Zea presented the simple origami tulips. She accepted the handmade gifts with a soft smile, deeply moved by Zea's thoughtful gesture.
"Thank you, sweetheart," Freen expressed, gently taking the origamis. "These are beautiful, just like you."
Zea beamed with joy, her enthusiasm contagious. "I made them for you, Dada. It means 'I' tapped the first flower, 'love' the second, 'you' and the third."
Becky grinned at their daughter's sweet sentiment. "That's so thoughtful, Zea. You put so much love into each one."
Freen, touched by the symbolic gift and the depth of Zea's affection, hugged her tightly and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'm the luckiest Dada in the world to have you and Mommy by my side."
Richie, ever the jovial presence, teased, "You see, Freen, your two lovely ladies are your real wealth."
Freen smiled, grateful for the warmth that surrounded her. "Absolutely, Richie. I couldn't agree more. Zea and Becky are my greatest treasures."
As the night continued to unfold, the celebration persisted with laughter, shared stories, and the joyful union of family and friends. Freen, still cradling the origami tulips, found herself surrounded by those she held most dear.
Later, as they raised their glasses in a toast to commemorate both personal and professional triumphs, Freen lifted her glass with the origami tulips by her side.
"Here's to family, to love, and to the exciting journey that lies ahead," Freen proposed, her eyes reflecting a blend of gratitude and determination.
The clinking of glasses resonated through the room, accompanied by heartfelt cheers. Freen felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing she was not only celebrating a prosperous business venture but also the enduring ties of love that enriched her life.
Amidst the festivities, Becky leaned in, whispering to Freen, "This night is perfect, just like our family."
Freen smiled, intertwining her fingers with Becky's. "It truly is, my love. I couldn't ask for anything more."
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As the celebration unfolded, the night evolved into a tapestry of joy, laughter, and shared moments. Freen's heart brimmed with contentment, and she eagerly anticipated the countless tomorrows illuminated by the enduring love of her family.
As the festivities wound down, Freen and Becky decided it was time to head home, their hearts still aglow from the warmth of the celebration. In the car, the gentle hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop as Zea, worn out from the excitement of the night, dozed off in the backseat with her mothers.
Freen glanced fondly at her sleeping daughter, her heart full of love. "She really knows how to bring joy to our lives, doesn't she?" she remarked, her voice a soft whisper.
Becky nodded, reaching over to squeeze Freen's hand. "She's our little bundle of happiness. I can't believe how lucky we are."
Upon arriving home, they carefully lifted the peacefully sleeping Zea from the car, cradling her in their arms.
Together, they gently laid Zea in her bed, ensuring she was snug and comfortable under the soft blankets. Freen tenderly brushed a few strands of hair away from Zea's face, her heart swelling with maternal love.
"She looks so angelic when she's asleep," Becky observed, her eyes reflecting the same affection.
Freen nodded, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Zea's forehead. "Just like you, babe. Our little angel."
With Zea tucked in bed, Freen and Becky retreated to their own space, the echoes of the celebratory night still resonating in their minds.
Freen opened their bedroom door and let Becky enter first, being the gentlewoman she always was. When she locked their door, she was startled when she turned around and found her wife facing her, still at the door.
Becky grabbed Freen by the collar of her dress and kissed her neck, "Baby, you were so hot tonight," she whispered.
Freen blushed, caught off guard by Becky's unexpected advance. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she tried to navigate the sudden shift in the atmosphere.
"Was I?" Freen asked, seeking confirmation of the newfound allure she apparently exuded.
"Oh, baby, you were," Becky responded with a teasing grin. "I had to exercise the utmost discipline to keep my hands to myself earlier." Becky's fingers, fueled by desire, ventured towards the side zipper of Freen's dress.
In a swift motion, Freen intercepted Becky's hand, and Becky felt her wife tense up with a subtle trembling hands.
"B-baby?" Becky inquired, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Freen hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I... um... just want to have you instead." Her fingers traced along the strap of Becky's dress, leaving an electrifying sensation in their wake.
Becky, still bewildered, remained motionless. Freen, undeterred, continued, "Come on, baby, let this be my reward." With a gentle pull, Freen lowered the strap, revealing Becky's shoulders, and leaned in to plant a kiss on the exposed skin.
"Can I have you, my love?" Freen whispered, nibbling on Becky's earlobe. A hiss of pleasure escaped Becky's lips as she nodded in agreement.
Freen proceeded to kiss her way down Becky's neck, passionately reaching her cleavage, prompting soft moans from Becky. Amidst the intimacy, Freen paused and looked into Becky's eyes.
"I need words, my dear wife. Can I have you tonight?" Freen inquired, momentarily halting her actions, her gaze locked with Becky's, seeking both consent and connection.
Becky, overcome by a mix of desire and affection, gazed into Freen's eyes and whispered, "Yes, my love. Have me tonight."
Encouraged by Becky's response, Freen kissed her wife passionately leading her to the bed. Freen undressed Becky and every skin exposed was followed by her torching kiss, tasting every inch of her wife. Freen claimed her wife until Becky passed out with the ecstasy of how her she made her feel.
Author's Note:
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