evie darling %5Binkitt%5D

"Mornings suddenly turned for the better when I woke up next to you. Waking up to sunshine is nice, but waking up to your smile is like having the sunshine in my bed."

The weekend passed quickly. With only themselves and the dogs, the husband and wife spent time with each other. Alvaro rarely answered his calls in those two days, he focused only on his wife and took care of her.

He made sure to feed her three times a day, four at most including the afternoon. It hasn't even been a week since they married but it felt like more.

He saw how innocent and gentle Genevieve is. How kind she was, and how many questions she can generate in her head in a minute. She was a curious girl

And she was all his.

He was falling and he was falling hard.

He loved her gentleness, and how she handled all things slowly like they were all fragile. She accidentally broke one of the plates in the kitchen on Saturday, since she can't reach the plates that were on the high shelves. Since then, she was so careful around the house, and she told him how she thought they were all expensive-looking.

He couldn't tell her that the plate she broke was from Italy, how it was specifically made for him from a friend. She was already so close to crying and was so guilty from the accident. He couldn't make her cry.

He hated how the tears built up in her eyes. And even though she looked so adorable with her wobbly lips, he couldn't enjoy it if he knew that the reason was her sadness.

Only when she was smiling and laughing was he ready to enjoy those red lips.

Or when she has it around his member while they bask in each others love.

Either way, he wanted only her smiles. Not frowns. Never frowns.

But he knew he would have to see it tomorrow. It was a Sunday night, their last night along together. The help would be here again tomorrow, meeting Genevieve, and he would have to leave for his company early in the morning.

The office hours never bothered him before, he even went to spend more time in the office rather than his home. This home felt cold and lonely in the past, even with the help in the kitchen or cleaning the hallways.

All that changed because of his Evie. He brought her home, and warmth she brought with her. Love, too. Their house felt more like a home in a short time.

But when he mentioned to his wife earlier that he had to leave for work early, he saw how a frown formed on her lips, but quickly replaced with a smile nod.

'Okay. I'll wait for you here.' was what she said. He knew she would wait, there were no other things to do.

He didn't want to leave her. Never mind the new friends she could make with the help, the chefs or the drivers, he wanted to be the one who was there for Evie. He wanted to be the only one there for him.

It was selfish, yes. But all that mattered to him now was his wife.

He held her closer, his thoughts having the best of him. They were laying together in bed, the dogs at the foot of the bed, snoring lightly.

Evie was already asleep in his arms. They spent the day together planning with what to add to the house. Paintings, flowers, vases and furniture to help with the vibrance. They were so happy working together, always smiling. The content with each others company was obvious.

Love was brooding between the couple. And it was disguised as comfort, warmth and gentleness between the husband and wife.

His wife sighed in his arms, moving closer and cuddling him tighter. Her arms were around his waist, her small hands at the other side of him. Her head was at his chest, moving slightly with his breathing. He sighed, her small frame in his arms was enough.

It was home.

And he wasn't ready to leave it so soon. He knew that the two days he ignored his work was going to bite him tomorrow. Work has piled and he was the only one who can sign the papers, and have deals with his clients. Every single one of his businesses was going to need him.

No doubt that he was going to lose time with Genevieve. He would have to work over time, and meet clients for lunches and dinners.

He sighed again, a headache was coming from having to think of some way to spend more time with Genevieve and not leave her alone.

Now that she was here, she was his priority. No way would he put his work first before his wife.

He would have to do something about it.

Genevieve woke up to soft kisses on her eyes. Then her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. And then again and again. It was feathering around her face. Slowly coming back from dreamland, she giggled and try to push it away.

"Cottoncandy" she warned, her voice rasped from sleep. She let out a small yawn, her lips opening a bit. The kisses didn't stop "Nooo"

"I'm a dog now?" a voice asked. 'Huh?' Cottoncandy has always been a dog. Did he turn into a cat while she slept?

No, wait. Animals don't speak. Do they?

No, wait. Parrots speak. They imitate human words and repeat it with their own squeaky voice.

Did they have a parrot in the house?

"Evie..." it was the voice again. It sounded so familiar. And Evie? Cottoncandy liked calling her her nickname now?

Oh he was so dead. Alvaro was the only one who could call her that. It was his special name for her.

Still a bit in dreamland, Genevieve shook her head slightly and moved Cottoncandy's face from hers. "No, baby. Only Daddy calls me that."

Alvaro chuckled. His wife was still so out of it.

"Open your eyes, amor. It's me." he said, a smirk on his lips, teasing "It's Daddy."

Genevieve quickly opened her eyes, hers meeting a beautiful shade of chestnut brown. Long lashes framed it, thick lashes above it. A man.

Right. Alvaro. Her husband.

Her eyes widened and she almost choked from the realization. 'So close!' her mind squeaked. She realized that this was not their dog, it was the owner of the dog. And her hands were on his broad chest, trying to push it away thinking that it was Cottoncandy. Where was Marshmallow anyway?

Alvaro chuckled again. He thought she's waken up already. Nope, she's still out of it.

"Ven, querida." [Come, darling] he ushered, slowly lifting the girls sleepy form to sit "Early morning today"

Alvaro helped his sleepy wife with preparing for the day. It was only when she washed her faced did she seem to wake up. Really wake up.

He was starting to enjoy her mindless state. He had enjoyment coming if she's like this every morning.

"Are you going now?" Evie asked, her eyes lingering on the suit that hugged his body. It was black, and the inside shirt was white. The pants were black, and the shoes too.

"Not yet." he answered, his hands coming to her shoulders and holding her tightly "We'll have breakfast first. Then I go."

She nodded, her mouth on a thin line. She didn't want to be a spoiled girl. She wanted Alvaro to stay here, with her. But she knew he had to go for work. Still, she wanted him to be with her all day.

It was selfish, yes. But all that she wanted was to have him by her side.

She didn't want to say it, and she won't. She won't be the wife that would hold her husband back. She was a good wife, and she wants to be perfect for him.

'No, Evie. You will not say it. You can't.'

Alvaro knew what she wanted to say. And if she did say it, that will be the only thing that can stop him from going.

They really were like honey sticking together. Only days have passed, and they can't be separated. They were so perfect for each other.

Love was really just around the corner.

🌙

"Mornings suddenly turned for the better when I woke up next to you. Waking up to sunshine is nice, but waking up to your smile is like having the sunshine in my bed."

The weekend passed quickly. With only themselves and the dogs, the husband and wife spent time with each other. Alvaro rarely answered his calls in those two days, he focused only on his wife and took care of her.

He made sure to feed her three times a day, four at most including the afternoon. It hasn't even been a week since they married but it felt like more.

He saw how innocent and gentle Genevieve is. How kind she was, and how many questions she can generate in her head in a minute. She was a curious girl

And she was all his.

He was falling and he was falling hard.

He loved her gentleness, and how she handled all things slowly like they were all fragile. She accidentally broke one of the plates in the kitchen on Saturday, since she can't reach the plates that were on the high shelves. Since then, she was so careful around the house, and she told him how she thought they were all expensive-looking.

He couldn't tell her that the plate she broke was from Italy, how it was specifically made for him from a friend. She was already so close to crying and was so guilty from the accident. He couldn't make her cry.

He hated how the tears built up in her eyes. And even though she looked so adorable with her wobbly lips, he couldn't enjoy it if he knew that the reason was her sadness.

Only when she was smiling and laughing was he ready to enjoy those red lips.

Or when she has it around his member while they bask in each others love.

Either way, he wanted only her smiles. Not frowns. Never frowns.

But he knew he would have to see it tomorrow. It was a Sunday night, their last night along together. The help would be here again tomorrow, meeting Genevieve, and he would have to leave for his company early in the morning.

The office hours never bothered him before, he even went to spend more time in the office rather than his home. This home felt cold and lonely in the past, even with the help in the kitchen or cleaning the hallways.

All that changed because of his Evie. He brought her home, and warmth she brought with her. Love, too. Their house felt more like a home in a short time.

But when he mentioned to his wife earlier that he had to leave for work early, he saw how a frown formed on her lips, but quickly replaced with a smile nod.

'Okay. I'll wait for you here.' was what she said. He knew she would wait, there were no other things to do.

He didn't want to leave her. Never mind the new friends she could make with the help, the chefs or the drivers, he wanted to be the one who was there for Evie. He wanted to be the only one there for him.

It was selfish, yes. But all that mattered to him now was his wife.

He held her closer, his thoughts having the best of him. They were laying together in bed, the dogs at the foot of the bed, snoring lightly.

Evie was already asleep in his arms. They spent the day together planning with what to add to the house. Paintings, flowers, vases and furniture to help with the vibrance. They were so happy working together, always smiling. The content with each others company was obvious.

Love was brooding between the couple. And it was disguised as comfort, warmth and gentleness between the husband and wife.

His wife sighed in his arms, moving closer and cuddling him tighter. Her arms were around his waist, her small hands at the other side of him. Her head was at his chest, moving slightly with his breathing. He sighed, her small frame in his arms was enough.

It was home.

And he wasn't ready to leave it so soon. He knew that the two days he ignored his work was going to bite him tomorrow. Work has piled and he was the only one who can sign the papers, and have deals with his clients. Every single one of his businesses was going to need him.

No doubt that he was going to lose time with Genevieve. He would have to work over time, and meet clients for lunches and dinners.

He sighed again, a headache was coming from having to think of some way to spend more time with Genevieve and not leave her alone.

Now that she was here, she was his priority. No way would he put his work first before his wife.

He would have to do something about it.

Genevieve woke up to soft kisses on her eyes. Then her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. And then again and again. It was feathering around her face. Slowly coming back from dreamland, she giggled and try to push it away.

"Cottoncandy" she warned, her voice rasped from sleep. She let out a small yawn, her lips opening a bit. The kisses didn't stop "Nooo"

"I'm a dog now?" a voice asked. 'Huh?' Cottoncandy has always been a dog. Did he turn into a cat while she slept?

No, wait. Animals don't speak. Do they?

No, wait. Parrots speak. They imitate human words and repeat it with their own squeaky voice.

Did they have a parrot in the house?

"Evie..." it was the voice again. It sounded so familiar. And Evie? Cottoncandy liked calling her her nickname now?

Oh he was so dead. Alvaro was the only one who could call her that. It was his special name for her.

Still a bit in dreamland, Genevieve shook her head slightly and moved Cottoncandy's face from hers. "No, baby. Only Daddy calls me that."

Alvaro chuckled. His wife was still so out of it.

"Open your eyes, amor. It's me." he said, a smirk on his lips, teasing "It's Daddy."

Genevieve quickly opened her eyes, hers meeting a beautiful shade of chestnut brown. Long lashes framed it, thick lashes above it. A man.

Right. Alvaro. Her husband.

Her eyes widened and she almost choked from the realization. 'So close!' her mind squeaked. She realized that this was not their dog, it was the owner of the dog. And her hands were on his broad chest, trying to push it away thinking that it was Cottoncandy. Where was Marshmallow anyway?

Alvaro chuckled again. He thought she's waken up already. Nope, she's still out of it.

"Ven, querida." [Come, darling] he ushered, slowly lifting the girls sleepy form to sit "Early morning today"

Alvaro helped his sleepy wife with preparing for the day. It was only when she washed her faced did she seem to wake up. Really wake up.

He was starting to enjoy her mindless state. He had enjoyment coming if she's like this every morning.

"Are you going now?" Evie asked, her eyes lingering on the suit that hugged his body. It was black, and the inside shirt was white. The pants were black, and the shoes too.

"Not yet." he answered, his hands coming to her shoulders and holding her tightly "We'll have breakfast first. Then I go."

She nodded, her mouth on a thin line. She didn't want to be a spoiled girl. She wanted Alvaro to stay here, with her. But she knew he had to go for work. Still, she wanted him to be with her all day.

It was selfish, yes. But all that she wanted was to have him by her side.

She didn't want to say it, and she won't. She won't be the wife that would hold her husband back. She was a good wife, and she wants to be perfect for him.

'No, Evie. You will not say it. You can't.'

Alvaro knew what she wanted to say. And if she did say it, that will be the only thing that can stop him from going.

They really were like honey sticking together. Only days have passed, and they can't be separated. They were so perfect for each other.

Love was really just around the corner.

🌙