Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

After finally putting the twins to sleep in the crib, we let out a sigh of relief as we settle on the edge of the bed. Today, they were showing unlimited tantrums, which left us exhausted.

But as we sit there, side by side and our lips curved into a smile of contentment, we reflect on the journey that brought us here.

We reminisce about the past, our contract marriage, our quarrels, the mistakes we made, the misunderstandings that tore us apart, and the pain of being apart from each other.

However now, with our beautiful twins, we realise that everything we went through was worth it.

As we hold each other’s hands and gaze into each other’s eyes, we make a promise to never let anything come between us again. We silently vow to cherish and support each other and to never let our doubts drive us apart again.

“Thank you for giving me another chance.” Grace rests her head on my shoulder and continues, “When a few days back you shouted at me, I thought I lost you and our family would never reunite again.”

“That day, it wasn’t your fault. I misunderstood the situation and overreacted. Grace, I promise, now I’ll not judge you on your past mistakes.” I seal the promise with a kiss on her head, which still rests on my shoulder.

“Fuck!” As she exclaims suddenly in a loud voice after raising her head from my shoulder, I shush her, placing my finger on her lips.

“Grace, twins are sleeping.” I remind her in a hushed tone, glancing at our little ones who sleep peacefully in the crib. “Do you want to wake them up?”

As I ask, she shakes her head. “Sorry, I just completely forgot about them.”

I raise my brows as I ask, “Anyways what happened to you suddenly? Why did you shout?”

She answers me in a whispering tone, her eyes sparkling. “Actually I just recalled that I’m still your wife. I still can’t believe you never signed the divorce papers, Steve. I thought you hated me.” Her tone turns grim as she murmurs the last sentence.

I cup her face and confess, looking deeply into her eyes. “I never hated you, love. I’ve always loved you, and therefore your actions hurt me in past. But despite all the pain and hurt, I never stopped loving you. I couldn’t bring myself to sign those divorce papers because deep down, I knew our paths would cross again and that we’re meant to be together.”

“I’m so blessed to have to have you, Steve. The way you supported in these days, keeping your anger aside, proves how much you love me, and it makes me fall for you even more. You touched my heart, Mr Steve Grey.” She whispers against my lips before capturing my lips in a tender kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck.

As our lips meet, I feel a rush of emotions. It’s been nine long months since I last felt her lips on mine. It’s like finally getting my breath back after being breathless for so long. The taste of her kiss is a familiar yet exhilarating sensation, and it feels like we’re reconnecting on a profound level.

It’s a feeling of completeness, a realisation that our journey, with all its ups and downs, has led us to this peaceful moment.

We break the kiss, our foreheads touching and our lips curling into a contented smile as we savour the closeness.

“Love, kissing you after all these months feels like getting my breath back. It’s like finding the missing piece of myself.” I murmur, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs.

“Steve, I’ve missed this too. I’ve missed us.” As she whispers, a tear of joy rolls down her face.

Rubbing off her tears, I kiss her again, and we slowly lie down on the bed, sealing each other’s lips.

After our kiss, as she rests her head on my chest, I tightly embrace her in my arms.

“I never told you that I feel so safe in your arms. It’s like the world outside disappears, and all that matters is the warmth and comfort I find with you. I never thought that I would ever experience something like this. It’s magical.” Grace confesses softly as she nestles into my arms.

I run my fingers through her hair, enjoying the warmth of the moment with a tranquil smile on my face. “I feel the same way, love. In your arms, I’ve found my home.”

We lie in silence for a while, cuddling each other, the only sounds we can hear are the gentle breaths of our sleeping twins. The room feels so peaceful and content.

“I never imagined we’d end up here, together like this,” Grace murmurs, breaking the silence. “It’s like life has given us a second chance.”

“However, I knew that our paths would certainly cross again,” I reply, stroking her hair. As she smiles at me, I place a soft kiss on her forehead.

After a few minutes of silence, I utter, “Grace, I want to apologize to you.”

She looks at me, her chin resting on my chest. “For what?”

“For every single time, I made you cry.” I tuck her hair behind her ear, my eyes filled with guilt. “Especially after the day you delivered the twins. You were so weak, and I-”

She shushes me by suddenly capturing my lips, fisting my hair, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. After a few seconds only, I respond to her, grabbing her buttocks. It feels so damn good. She lets out a soft moan as I squeeze her round hips.

“I deserved that for being an ass. I made both of us suffer by not confessing my love to you earlier. I acted so stupid-” This time, I silence her with a dominating kiss.

I instruct her in a stern tone. “Don’t. Just don’t call yourself stupid, ass, and all those fucking names, Wifey.”

“If I do, what will you do?” The old mischievous glint is back in her brown eyes. I really missed this.

“Then I’ll do this.” I spank her buttocks, causing her to jump up in shock.

“Then I think I should call myself stupid, ass more often.” A soft chuckle escapes her mouth.

“You naughty little woman.” I fondle her round ass before smacking them harder this time, eliciting a moan from her.

“Oh, God! I missed this.” She rests her head on my chest, laughing. “I missed us, our banters, and every fucking single thing about us.”

I engulf her in my arms, beaming before pecking her hair.

As we lay there, embracing the warmth of our reunion, I feel a profound gratitude for the twists and turns that brought us back together. Our journey may have been filled with ups and downs, but being together reminds me that our love is unbreakable.

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Grace’s P. O. V.

The next morning, I wake up to the gentle rays of the sun coming through the curtains. As I slowly open my eyes, the first thing I see is my husband, still peacefully asleep, embracing me.

A gentle smile tugs at my lips as I take in the sight of his relaxed expression. The moments of the previous night, the tender kisses, my mischief, and the heartfelt confessions all flood back.

The warmth of Steve’s embrace feels like home. It’s a feeling of security and love that I thought I had lost forever. The realisation that he never signed those divorce papers and that he loves me sends a wave of gratitude through my heart. I can’t believe that I’m still Mrs Steve Grey, the wife of the man who is fucking best in this entire world.

Now, I’ll never let him go away from me because lucky are those who get a supportive and loving life partner like Steve.

I trace the contours of his face with my fingers, absorbing every detail. After last night, it seems as if the weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Now I don’t want anything in my life.

The twins stir in their crib nearby, bringing me back to the earth.

Shit! Today I completely forgot about them. They must be hungry.

I slip out of Steve’s arms in haste and move toward the bedside crib. The sight which I witness is both heartwarming and amusing. Evan is trying to pull off his mittens with an annoyed expression, while Giana is gently sucking on his cheek. It’s clearly visible that they’re hungry.

Their innocent and adorable actions bring a smile to my face.

“Sorry, my little munchkins. Mommy forgot you both after patching up with your Dada.” I apologise, leaning closer to them, and their eyes light up as they see me. I plant a soft kiss on Evan’s forehead.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Giana is still happily sucking her brother’s cheek, so I gently separate her from Evan. “Let’s get your brother fed, princess,” I say, placing a pacifier in Giana’s mouth before lifting Evan into my arms.

“Momma will quickly feed your brother, Giana. No need to worry.” I murmur, pressing a loving kiss on her tiny forehead.

I settle down with Evan, cradling him close as I open the button of my shirt to breastfeed. He latches onto my nipple before contentedly suckling, his tiny hands grab my finger, and I marvel at the beauty of motherhood.

Now I don’t want anything else in my life because I have a beautiful family: a supportive husband and two adorable babies.

I still can’t believe I’m Mrs Grace Grey, Steve’s wife. Wow!