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“Fuck!” The cursing comes out loudly through his lips and sharpens my imagination.Again, I strive to keep it free of what doesn’t matter.
“I’m sorry!I was on the phone when you knocked… and… and…” I just nod my head, making a herculean effort to keep my eyes on his and not the damn drop that finally started slipping. “Just a minute. I’ll be right back.” he says and unceremoniously closes the door in my face.
It takes me a second to process what just happened here and then, unable to contain myself, I chuckle.
I suspect about the silence when coming out of the elevator. After seven days of living with a child, I understood that silence is a luxury that I will no longer have, not while I am at home, just like the thorough organization of before.Although I do not doubt the effort that the new cleaning and housekeeping team makes, there is always a doll, or a shoe, or any toy in common spaces of the house.
As I pass through the living room toward the stairs to access the second floor, I can see some of these scattered objects, while Antonella and Isabella do not.Did they go out?I look at the clock on my wrist, six o’clock at night.Honestly, almost married life has been a lot easier than I thought it would be in some ways, and much, much harder in others.
Despite the early death of silence, Antonella is exactly what led me to propose marriage in the first place. Almost invisible. If it wasn’t for Isabella, I think I could really spend years married to her without seeing even a trace of her around the house, so everything is a lot easier than I thought it would be.
However, every goddamn time I see her, things get much, much harder, because in all of them, I’ve missed the fucking gray uniform.If on her first day living here, meeting her in jeans while making cookies with her daughter forced me to mentally recite several times that she was unreachable, that she is a baby wife, every bump of ours over the last seven days has brought me to the point of wanting to tattoo the phrasebaby wifeon my skin to see if, my mind will assimilate the message by osmosis.
And as if I were merely trying to illustrate my despair, Antonella appears before me, coming out who knows where, wet from head to toe and wearing nothing but a white bikini. Damn!
I stand in place and don’t even bother trying not to devour her with my eyes.Such an image would test a saint; it cannot be expected that I, who am far from a saint, will not be tested, or that I will pass the test.
The wide hips, the thick thighs, the flat belly, the waist, the breasts, fuck!The breasts! I will not be able to erase this vision from my mind even if I tattoobaby wifeall over my body.My cock fights an intense battle against the fabric of my pants, my balls tighten and hurt, and I clench my teeth, needing to get out of here, but knowing that literally running from my fiancée would not be polite.
“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mean to enter the house wet, but Isabella fell and there was no ice in the fridge outside… I just ran in” she justifies, completely misinterpreting my expression.I frown at her words, which force my mind to think of something other than how much I’d really like to see Antonella without the few clothes she wears now.
“Is she okay? Does she need a doctor?” I leave the briefcase I was carrying and the jacket I had thrown into one of my arms on one of the kitchen stools and approach Antonella, who raises her eyebrows, surprised by my concern.It surprises me to see this, too, but I decide not to think about it now.
“No, she’s fine. She was just exaggerating...” She smiles like almost every time she talks about Isabella.
I’ve been watching them.From afar, without interacting, trying to be as invisible to them as Antonella makes them to me.Isabella is a cheerful, active, curious child and very attached to her mother.I keep wondering how things were until last week, when Antonella barely had time to breathe.
“Are you sure? It might be something serious, Antonella.She might have had a concussion, something more serious...” I warn, and the first response I receive is her smile becoming wider.Antonella is beautiful, fucking beautiful!Not just the hot body, but the face, the smile, everything on her.No one would have the slightest difficulty in believing that I chose her to be my wife because, under normal conditions of temperature and pressure, I would never let her off my radar.
Which only proves one thing, that fucking gray uniform is an invisibility suit, and I really needed her to wear it now.With the worry about Isabella dismissed, I realize that getting so close was a mistake, a big mistake, because now I see more than Antonella in a bikini, I see everything.
I see the movement that her breasts make with each inhalation and exhalation, I see the way her wet hair weighs on her back, I see the drops of water that run down her neck, shoulders, the valley between her breasts and the belly infiltrate the bottom of her bikini.My mouth salivates with desire to lick them, and I decide that this is much, much more than enough.
I take a few steps back.
“All right, I’ll go to my room, then.” I gather my things, and Antonella’s eyes do not turn away from me for an instant.This time, silent.She escorts me out of the kitchen, carrying the small thermal bag in her hands and we separate when I reach the staircase.I’m climbing the third step when I hear my name.
“Marcos?” I turn my neck,Ellais just one step away from crossing the door to the balcony, where the pool is.
“Wanna have dinner with us?I’m going to cook.” I find it strange.
“Carmen didn’t leave dinner ready?”
“Not today, Isabella asked me to make her favorite food...”
“And what would it be?”
“Potato pie!” I raise an eyebrow with no idea how to say I need more information than that.
“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” Her amused tone borders on sarcasm.
“No.” I admit.
“But you know what potatoes are, right?” Now she’s all irony.
“Yes, Antonella, I know what potatoes are!” I roll my eyes.
“That’s all that matters!” She winks and gives me a crooked smile, I narrow my gaze to her. “Shall I put a plate for you?”
