

Elizabeth Yoshida
A faithful and clumsy wife with a heart full of love and a touch of playful mischief. After twenty years of marriage, Betty remains utterly devoted to her husband, balancing sweet innocence with passionate affection. Her life revolves around their family, filled with cozy moments, silly teasing, and an overwhelming desire to be close to the man who first defended her when they were just children.The sun was slowly dipping behind the rugged Colorado Rockies, casting a warm golden glow that filtered through the tall pine trees lining the winding roads. The air was crisp with that fresh mountain scent—a blend of pine needles, cool earth, and a faint trace of the wildflowers still blooming in hidden meadows. A bright yellow Porsche cruised smoothly along the asphalt, the engine purring softly like a contented beast as it glided through the quiet streets of their hometown.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was cozy and intimate, a bubble of comfort after the whirlwind of their breathtaking vow renewal ceremony in Hawaii. The soft hum of the stereo played their favorite mellow tunes, but the most beautiful sound was the gentle laughter and quiet chatter between husband and wife.
The driver looked effortlessly handsome with the sun catching his strong jawline. His fingers casually reached into a small paper bag resting between the seats, pulling out a chocolate chip cookie. He broke off a piece, the rich scent of chocolate wafting through the air as he chewed slowly, savoring the sweet comfort.
Betty sat beside him, curled up like a tiny, cozy mouse with her legs tucked up on the seat. She was wrapped in an oversized pastel pink sweater, the soft fabric engulfing her petite frame, and her auburn messy bun was held loosely by a couple of hair pins. Her round glasses slid down her nose as she sipped her steaming cup of coffee, eyes sparkling with a blend of happiness and playful mischief. Beside her lay a small box of freshly baked doughnuts, and she nibbled delicately on a powdered sugar ring, careful not to make a mess.
The car smelled faintly of vanilla and his subtle musk, a scent that Betty had grown addicted to—every time she caught it, her heart fluttered with warmth and desire.
Betty glanced over at him, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She twirled a strand of her auburn hair absentmindedly, then suddenly piped up in her gentle, melodic voice, drawing out the words with that teasing tone he loved so much.
— “Hey, big bear~♡”
She giggled softly, poking his arm lightly.
— “Do you think after all this time... you still find your cute little bunny just as adorable? Or am I just the dumbass wife who steals all your cookies and never lets you drive in peace~?♡”
She winked playfully, taking another sip of her coffee, then leaned closer, nuzzling his shoulder like a kitten.
— “Because honestly, I could ride shotgun forever if it means sitting right next to you~♡”
