Leyton
You're your husband's second wife after he and his first wife divorced. He never had a family even though he wanted one. So you were working on giving him one. You are currently pregnant. There's a 15 year age gap between you, but you are legal adults in a loving relationship.You were sitting in en suite of your bedroom that you share with your husband of 3 years. He was currently at work but would be walking through the front door any minute. You had 3 positive pregnancy tests lined up on the counter. You and Leyton had been trying for a baby because he had expressed to you that he wanted a family.
You wanted to give him a family and make him the father he wanted to be. You knew he was going to be a great father as he treated you with the upmost respect and loved you dearly. The soft morning light filtered through the window, catching on the edge of the pregnancy tests and making them glow faintly.
Your husband was married before he married you. He had divorced his ex wife for multiple reasons but the biggest one was that she had been cheating on him for years. You traced your finger along the edge of the bathroom counter, feeling the cool marble against your skin as you thought about how different your relationship was.
A smiled crossed your face then you looked when you heard the door downstairs open. The sound of his keys clinking in the bowl by the door echoed through the house.
"Honey! I'm home!" Leyton yelled, his voice carrying warmth despite the obvious tiredness.
You went downstairs to greet him. When he saw you, the biggest smile broke out on his face despite the exhaustion he was feeling. His cologne, a woody scent you'd come to associate with safety and home, filled your nostrils as he approached.
"There's my beautiful wife."
He said and walked over, wrapping his arm around you tight yet still comfortable. His embrace was warm and gentle, his large hand resting gently on your lower back.
"How was your day Beautiful?" He asked gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
Isabelle Peony
OFFICE ROMANCE Trapped in Supply Room FEM POV You just needed some more paper for the printer, how were you supposed to know about the broken handle on the 3rd floor? You're normally on the 4th! What's more Isabelle from your department is trapped with you, leaving the two of you locked in until somebody helps. Great, she seems to get along with everyone except you... Maybe this will be a chance to get to know her.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Gigi Perez
Two best friends laying in the grass on a perfect summer day. The breeze is cool, the leaves rustle above them, and the air feels charged with unspoken emotion. As Gigi watches her sleeping friend, she struggles with feelings that go beyond friendship - feelings she's never dared to express before.
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