The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

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It was a late Friday night. I was reading a book in my bed when I heard something smash downstairs. 1 set the book down and got out of bed. My heart was beating hard in my chest. Was that a burglar? Was Į about to die tonight? Well, my life wasn't fantastic, and death

I unplugged the lamp beside my bed and opted for not wearing slippers as I made my way downstairs. It was a bit dark, but I could still see. The moment I reached the bottom of the stairs, Julian appeared out of nowhere in front of me, making me scream. I almost hit him v

lamp, bur he quickly held my hand, preventing me from doing so.

"It's just me! I'm Julian," he repeated that twice until I calmed down.

"I heard something break, so I came to check. I thought there was a burglar or something, I mumbled, placing my hand over my chest,

"You were going to fight a burglar with a lamp?" He chuckled, making me roll my eyes at him. He took it from me and set it on a table nearby, then kissed my forehead, making me smile. "Sorry for scaring you. Laccidentally knocked something on my way upstairs."

I looked at what he was wearing and gave him a look of confusion. He was in black pants, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He looked bot. Super hot. Why did he have a helmet with him! I didn't even know that he owned a bike, "Where were you" I wondered,

"Out with some friends," he replied.

"What about the helmet? Do you have a bike?" I asked

I do, but I would rather you keep this a secret," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"From whom?" I frowned.

"My parents" He gave me a sheepish smile.

"May Lask why?" I was curious to know

"When I was eighteen, I had an accident with my old bike and Mum made me promise them I wouldn't ride a bike again," he told me.

"Looks like somebody has broken their promise." I smirked.

"What can I say? I love the thrill." He grinned.

"I will keep your secret under one condition." I folded my arms.

"And what is your condition?" He leaned against the wall.

"You have to take me on a ride at least once every two weeks I exclaimed, making him laugh.

"Fine." He nodded, making me smile widely. "But we need to get you a helmet first," he said and I nodded.

"I will order one tomorrow," I said, reaching for the lamp as the two of us headed upstairs

"No, don't. I will do it. Any colour preferences" he asked, throwing one arm over my shoulders

"Sacramento," I replied in a heartbeat, earning myself a look of confusion.

"Emily, sweethean, you're talking to a guy. My colour palette consists of probably fifteen colours at most and that Sacramento in't one of them. I laughed at what he said.

"It belongs to the green family, I clanded.

"I will try to find you a helmet in that shade, but no promises."

"Thank you." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Tm going to bed. Goodnight"

"Sweet dream."

When I made my way downstairs the next day, I could hear a lot of cluttering in the kitchen, which was weird. Melissa wasn't supposed to come today since she had the weekends off.

My eyes rose in surprise when I found Julian in the kitchen and it seemed like he was doing something. The kitchen wasn't in the best state. Everything was out of its place and there were many ingredients here and there. Julian was attempting to prepare God knew what "Is everything okay over here?" I asked, causing him to jump.

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"Well as you can see everything is far from okay?" A sigh full of frustration escaped his mouth.

"What do you want to make!" I asked, examining the ingredients around me. He probably wanted to bake something

"I wanted to make a cake for Mum since you know that her birthday is today, but as you can see I'm failing miserably." He threw a spoon in the sink. making it clink.

"Easy there." I walked over to him. "Maybe I can help you out. I promise we won't get out of this kitchen until this cake is baked to perfection, okay? I will help you out with everything you want," I said. ""You would?" The

way

"Yes, I most certainly would." I grinned.

his dull face brightened made my heart tighten in my chest.

"Do you think I should just forget about it?" he wondered,

"Why did you want to bake it in the first place?" I rested my elbow on the ki

on the kitchen island as I stood in front of him.

Because Mum has everything and I just.. I thought maybe in addition to a gift, I could make her something myself and she loves desserts, so I told myself a cake would be perfect, but I can't cook, let alone bake!"

"Then we're baking the cake. We are giving Rose the best birthday cake ever!" I grinned.

"You're the best," he mumbled, pulling me into a tight hug, and making me swoon. I didn't want him to be that sweet to me. How was I supposed to not fall for him when he was being that nice? "Wait" He pulled away. "Let's eat first. You're probably starving." I didn't even thi "You haven't had breakfast yet, right?" I wondered and he nodded.

"How does french toast sound like?" I asked.

"If you're making it, then it sounds perfect" I blushed at his comment and started preparing everything and he helped me out. It didn't take us a lot of time to eat breakfast and once we were done, I put on my apron to start baking

"Are you ready to bake, Mr. Kensington?" I grinned at him.

"Whenever you are ready. Mrs. Kensington. His grin matched mine. My heart thumped hard when he called me that. It sounded

weird coming from him. Many people called me that, but 1 knew that he had never considered me one. Hearing him calling me Mrs. Kensington was terrifying because I didn't want to feel like I finally belonged to a family, only to be thrown out of it within months. "Okay, let's mix the eggs." I opened the fridge and got the right amount out of it

"I couldn't even break the eggs. I think I ruined five eggs 1 always get pieces of the shell in the egg" he complained.

"Let me show you how you can do it," I said, showing him how to do it properly.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

We spent around forty minutes mixing everything. Baking with him was fun. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere and that was the last thing I wanted. In my life, I lost a lot. I lost more than I could

ever fathom. I didn't want to feel like I had finally found the person I could spend the rest of my life with, only to have him leave me later. I didn't want any false hope, especially that kind of false hope. I didn't want julian to make me feel like I was his and he was mine for a w "Can I play some music?" I asked him as we prepared everything to make the icing.

"Sure." He smiled at me. He looked so handsome when he smiled.

I put on Latch by Sam Smith and hummed along

"You like romantic songs," Julian commented as he placed the cake right on front of us. We were about to decorate it.

"They're my favorite," I said as I added one more drop of the food colouring

"What's your favourite song?" he wondered.

"It's a song by Arctic Monkeys called I Wanna Be Yours. I love it so much," I told him. I had always wanted that song to be my first dance on my wedding, but when it came to my wedding with him, I refrained from choosing it because I wanted to dance with somebody I truly "Put it on. I want to hear it," he said.

"My hand isn't clean. Can you put it on?" I asked and he nodded. He reached for my phone and tried to unlock it by placing it in front of my face, but for some reason, the face recognition did not work "Just type four zeros seventy-six"

"Oh wow, you're trusting me

ne with yo

your password." He chuckled.

"I've got nothing to hide." I shrugged. The song started playing and my body automatically began to sway.

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"It's a nice song" I nodded and sang along quietly. "Oh, we don't just sing along to nice songs" Julian took me by surprise and gently pulled me towards him, making me giggle. "We dance to them.

He closed the space between our bodies by wrapping both of his arms around my waist

I wanna be your setting lotion

Hold your hair in deep devotion

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean

Now I wanna be yours

He gently lifted my body and twirled me around, making me laugh as I kept my arms

ms wrapped around his neck

Despite my initial desire to save dancing to that song with my true love, I didn't mind dancing with Julian while it played in the background. He was stealing a moment reserved for somebody special, yet I was truly happy. Although I was currently over the moon, a voice in my head kept telling me that my happiness was only temporary