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"In your arms, I am home."

"Food is ready, querida." [Darling] Alvaro spoke as his Evie walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was the first to shower after their play time at the yard, his wife insisted that she takes care of the dogs before she takes care of herself.

He didn't appreciate it one bit, but what can he do?

"Wow." she spoke, amazement in her eyes as she surveyed the food in the table. It was almost lunch so Alvaro decided to cook brunch.

The satisfaction he felt when Genevieve saw the food was worth the challenge of cooking food for who knows how long. It's been a long time since he last held a knife.

Her eyes was still wide with amazement when he neared her, urging her to take a seat so they could start eating. He noticed the other day that Evie's body was a bit on the petite side, and he wanted to make sure that she was healthy.

He was determined to add a few pounds on her.

'And a baby the next' was his thought as he served Evie her food, smiling at him, 'but that can wait'.

In the past, he never thought of having a child or an heir, even if it was the sole purpose of his marriage. But now, he forgot all about having to have an heir for his empire. He didn't even thought of it until now. Evie's worth was not that low.

She was worth so much more.

Her purpose now was not only for his heir, or as his trophy wife. Her purpose... was this. The pleasant feeling of content and happiness shared between the two of them.

While eating, or while playing in the yard, or while laying in bed holding each other in their arms.

Her purpose here was to be by his now. His purpose was to stay by her side, too.

Their purpose, this marriage's purpose, was for them to be by each other. To make each other happy. To smile and laugh with each other, to never make the other sad or angry. To have kids one day and grow old and die together.

'Til sickness and 'til death, even though they have not said their vows at the Mayor's office.

He was already planning on having another wedding. This time with flowers and a priest. He knew she wanted a wedding where she can wear a white gown, she was easy to read. And he'll give her what she wants.

A grand wedding if she wanted, or a sea-side one. Whatever she wants.

A proposal one was already in his mind. He wanted to make her happy by providing for her. Was next week a good week for a wedding day? A sunny day perhaps?

He was just about to ask Genevieve about their second wedding, well, first because the one in the Mayor's office doesn't count, when his love spoke first.

"Uhm..." she whispered, her head down low and her shy eyes lingering in his "Alvaro..."

His name from her mouth was just divine.

Pure heaven.

He didn't realize how much he loved hearing his name until now. And he couldn't wait for the time that she screams it while he pounds into her and making her see stars as she comes.

His dirty thoughts clouded his mind from one single call of his name from Genevieve. God, the things she does to him. And she doesn't have a single clue.

He adjusted his pants and his posture before he asked what was wrong. He didn't want to risk scaring her if she sees the problem in his pants.

"Yes, Evie?" he asked, and he noticed how she smiled a bit when he called her name. He had the same effect on her whenever she called him.

They were a bit similar in some ways.

"Uhm... the house" she started chewing on her bottom lips. What was she so nervous about?

"The house what, darling?"

"Can I... add some things to our home? Please" she asked, not forgetting the plea at the end.

So that was it. A renovation was needed in her eyes.

"Of course, darling. Anything you want." he answered with a smile on his lips "Do you have a design in mind? We can contact a friend of mine who's an architect and lives in the city-"

"No!" she stopped him with a yell, both her hands in front of her like she wanted to stop an invisible force in front of her. "No no! Not renovation, Alvaro."

"Then what do you want, amor?" his eyebrows furrowed and stared at her.

"Just to add some things, Alvaro." her eyes were still nervous "Like paintings and plants around the house."

He smiled at her nervous state. She was fidgeting in her seat now. Good thing she was finished eating or else she'd be uncomfortable and lose her appetite. "And?"

"And maybe... a little garden outside, too? I want to grow some flowers around the house. To-to make it more colorful. And-and pets, too?" she brought her hands together and made a pleading gesture. "Please?"

It was moments after before she spoke, and he was just staring at her. The fidgeting worsened, like she was shaking. Genevieve wondered if he was mad, he was just staring!

'Is he angry? Does he not allow it? Was he gonna kick her out now? Are they going to file for divorce?!'

Her mind was circling with thoughts and she was starting to remember the travel from the city to her home. The two days with her husband was the best, and if he decided to kick her out, she would remember the best two days of her life with this man.

Should she say sorry for even asking about it?

Her thoughts stopped when Alvaro laughed, covering his chuckling a bit with his right hand. Genevieve frowned at him, what was so funny?

"Oh darling" he stood up and approached his wife, knowing the thoughts that was running on her mind. He reached her and embraced her seated form, bending down to wrap his arms around her shoulder.

He neared his mouth to her ear and whispered, slowly "You could put a zoo in here and I would still love it."

It took moments for Genevieve to realize his answer. She was so nervous that he was so close, in her mind she thought that he was going to whisper 'Let's divorce' or 'Leave' but no. That didn't come.

Instead, the word 'zoo' left his mouth.

Why on earth would she put a zoo inside their house?!

But her thoughts of thinking how much an entire zoo would cost and the exhaustion from arranging it inside their house couldn't continue because of Alvaro's breathing beside her ear.

She could feel his broad chest behind her, and his hot breath on her neck and cheek. It was so... intense.

"You can do anything you want to our home, baby." He whispered again, his lips brushing against her ear.

'Oh! Why does he have to be so hot!' Like the men she sees at some magazines!

That was when she realized that he wasn't going to kick her out and divorce her, or force her to put a zoo inside their house (it was such a silly idea).

He agreed!

Genevieve gasped and a smile broke on her lips. She quickly turned and returned his embrace, her arms wrapping around his shoulders in a tight hug.

"Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed, tightening her arms around him.

He chuckled, returning her enthusiasm. He couldn't wait to see the magic that her wife would do to their home.

He felt Genevieve sigh in his arms, her arms becoming comfy and her form content in his embrace.

She was mumbling something, but she was so quiet that he didn't catch it.

"What was that, amor?" [Love] he asked, nearing his ear beside her lips. Lips that he assumed could do magic.

"Gracias, mi amor"[Thank you, my love] she whispered. And it took everything in him to not kiss her right there.

Mierda. [Fuck]

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"In your arms, I am home."

"Food is ready, querida." [Darling] Alvaro spoke as his Evie walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was the first to shower after their play time at the yard, his wife insisted that she takes care of the dogs before she takes care of herself.

He didn't appreciate it one bit, but what can he do?

"Wow." she spoke, amazement in her eyes as she surveyed the food in the table. It was almost lunch so Alvaro decided to cook brunch.

The satisfaction he felt when Genevieve saw the food was worth the challenge of cooking food for who knows how long. It's been a long time since he last held a knife.

Her eyes was still wide with amazement when he neared her, urging her to take a seat so they could start eating. He noticed the other day that Evie's body was a bit on the petite side, and he wanted to make sure that she was healthy.

He was determined to add a few pounds on her.

'And a baby the next' was his thought as he served Evie her food, smiling at him, 'but that can wait'.

In the past, he never thought of having a child or an heir, even if it was the sole purpose of his marriage. But now, he forgot all about having to have an heir for his empire. He didn't even thought of it until now. Evie's worth was not that low.

She was worth so much more.

Her purpose now was not only for his heir, or as his trophy wife. Her purpose... was this. The pleasant feeling of content and happiness shared between the two of them.

While eating, or while playing in the yard, or while laying in bed holding each other in their arms.

Her purpose here was to be by his now. His purpose was to stay by her side, too.

Their purpose, this marriage's purpose, was for them to be by each other. To make each other happy. To smile and laugh with each other, to never make the other sad or angry. To have kids one day and grow old and die together.

'Til sickness and 'til death, even though they have not said their vows at the Mayor's office.

He was already planning on having another wedding. This time with flowers and a priest. He knew she wanted a wedding where she can wear a white gown, she was easy to read. And he'll give her what she wants.

A grand wedding if she wanted, or a sea-side one. Whatever she wants.

A proposal one was already in his mind. He wanted to make her happy by providing for her. Was next week a good week for a wedding day? A sunny day perhaps?

He was just about to ask Genevieve about their second wedding, well, first because the one in the Mayor's office doesn't count, when his love spoke first.

"Uhm..." she whispered, her head down low and her shy eyes lingering in his "Alvaro..."

His name from her mouth was just divine.

Pure heaven.

He didn't realize how much he loved hearing his name until now. And he couldn't wait for the time that she screams it while he pounds into her and making her see stars as she comes.

His dirty thoughts clouded his mind from one single call of his name from Genevieve. God, the things she does to him. And she doesn't have a single clue.

He adjusted his pants and his posture before he asked what was wrong. He didn't want to risk scaring her if she sees the problem in his pants.

"Yes, Evie?" he asked, and he noticed how she smiled a bit when he called her name. He had the same effect on her whenever she called him.

They were a bit similar in some ways.

"Uhm... the house" she started chewing on her bottom lips. What was she so nervous about?

"The house what, darling?"

"Can I... add some things to our home? Please" she asked, not forgetting the plea at the end.

So that was it. A renovation was needed in her eyes.

"Of course, darling. Anything you want." he answered with a smile on his lips "Do you have a design in mind? We can contact a friend of mine who's an architect and lives in the city-"

"No!" she stopped him with a yell, both her hands in front of her like she wanted to stop an invisible force in front of her. "No no! Not renovation, Alvaro."

"Then what do you want, amor?" his eyebrows furrowed and stared at her.

"Just to add some things, Alvaro." her eyes were still nervous "Like paintings and plants around the house."

He smiled at her nervous state. She was fidgeting in her seat now. Good thing she was finished eating or else she'd be uncomfortable and lose her appetite. "And?"

"And maybe... a little garden outside, too? I want to grow some flowers around the house. To-to make it more colorful. And-and pets, too?" she brought her hands together and made a pleading gesture. "Please?"

It was moments after before she spoke, and he was just staring at her. The fidgeting worsened, like she was shaking. Genevieve wondered if he was mad, he was just staring!

'Is he angry? Does he not allow it? Was he gonna kick her out now? Are they going to file for divorce?!'

Her mind was circling with thoughts and she was starting to remember the travel from the city to her home. The two days with her husband was the best, and if he decided to kick her out, she would remember the best two days of her life with this man.

Should she say sorry for even asking about it?

Her thoughts stopped when Alvaro laughed, covering his chuckling a bit with his right hand. Genevieve frowned at him, what was so funny?

"Oh darling" he stood up and approached his wife, knowing the thoughts that was running on her mind. He reached her and embraced her seated form, bending down to wrap his arms around her shoulder.

He neared his mouth to her ear and whispered, slowly "You could put a zoo in here and I would still love it."

It took moments for Genevieve to realize his answer. She was so nervous that he was so close, in her mind she thought that he was going to whisper 'Let's divorce' or 'Leave' but no. That didn't come.

Instead, the word 'zoo' left his mouth.

Why on earth would she put a zoo inside their house?!

But her thoughts of thinking how much an entire zoo would cost and the exhaustion from arranging it inside their house couldn't continue because of Alvaro's breathing beside her ear.

She could feel his broad chest behind her, and his hot breath on her neck and cheek. It was so... intense.

"You can do anything you want to our home, baby." He whispered again, his lips brushing against her ear.

'Oh! Why does he have to be so hot!' Like the men she sees at some magazines!

That was when she realized that he wasn't going to kick her out and divorce her, or force her to put a zoo inside their house (it was such a silly idea).

He agreed!

Genevieve gasped and a smile broke on her lips. She quickly turned and returned his embrace, her arms wrapping around his shoulders in a tight hug.

"Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed, tightening her arms around him.

He chuckled, returning her enthusiasm. He couldn't wait to see the magic that her wife would do to their home.

He felt Genevieve sigh in his arms, her arms becoming comfy and her form content in his embrace.

She was mumbling something, but she was so quiet that he didn't catch it.

"What was that, amor?" [Love] he asked, nearing his ear beside her lips. Lips that he assumed could do magic.

"Gracias, mi amor"[Thank you, my love] she whispered. And it took everything in him to not kiss her right there.

Mierda. [Fuck]

🌙