Female NovelAs evening unfolded, Rena found herself ravenous.
A gentle nudge from hunger disrupted her slumber, and she nestled against Waylen, casting a pitiable glance his way.
Waylen stirred, his eyes meeting Rena’s beseeching gaze.
A hoarse voice met her plea. “What hour is it, my hungry sweetheart?”
Normally, Rena didn’t want him to get up, but she didn’t vomit or feel uncomfortable when she was pregnant this time. The warmth of the quilt made her hesitate for a while, but she finally whispered, “I’m craving beef bone soup.”
Waylen, a warm smile gracing his features, patted her hip affectionately. “Why choose something so complex?”
Despite his protest, he arose, slipping into his clothing as he offered, “Anything for you, my dear. Be it sweet or savory.”
A chuckle tickled Rena’s lips, his earnestness tugging at her heartstrings.
After a while, she thought he was shameless.
Waylen put on a sweater and went downstairs to make the beef bone soup while Rena stayed in the warm bedroom. Time passed, and Rena, eager to contribute, set about tending to Alexis’s and Leonel’s schoolwork.
This family was a blessing, she mused, a happiness well worth any sacrifice.
Amidst the tranquility, thoughts of future investments flitted through Rena’s mind. Her flourishing music center and restaurant were a testament to her success. She contemplated occasional forays into film making, content in her domestic bliss.
A woman who Lived a happy life was always gentle.
Rena recalled the past at night and felt much relieved.
The night wore on, hunger persisting. Lingering coldness clung to Waylen as he returned, a bowl of beef bone soup in hand.
“This is beef bone soup. Savor it.”
Placing the bowl on the small tea table, Waylen watched her with a tender intensity, an unspoken declaration of his affection. In fact, his wife was very picky about food, but the one made by him was to her taste.
“Delicious,” Rena declared, returning his smile.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Chill fingertips brushed against her cheek, his touch light and tender.
“As Long as you enjoy it.”
Seeing the playful glint in his eye, Rena glared at him.
Waylen’s smile widened, a testament to the warmth within their shared space.
A brief pause enveloped them as Waylen retrieved a cigarette. His voice, soft as a whispered promise, floated through the air. “I’m stepping out for a smoke. It’s been a day of battling the urge.”