EZEKIEL

TWO WEEKS LATER...

Ever since we came back from our honeymoon, we have fallen into a routine.

Sharing a bed, having two meals together, me going to work and her doing whatever she wants all day and how could I forget about the bickering she does with me every day.

It's like she can't sleep until and unless she has had an argument with me.

I secretly do enjoy it.

It was Friday evening when I returned from work and as I entered the house, I found it tranquil.

Usually, I find her doing something or the other as soon as I enter inside, she is always in the living room when I arrive as if she waits for me to come back but that's just delusional of me.

I slowly made my way inside, peeking inside the kitchen as well and walked upstairs.

The moment I reached upstairs, I could hear the faint noise of the music coming from our bedroom.

🎶A hopeless romantic all my life
Surrounded by couples all the time
I guess I should take it as a sign
(Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why?)🎶

Reaching the room, I slowly pushed open the door and the sight inside immediately caused me to smile.

My wife was dancing animatedly without any care in the world as the song played from the Bluetooth speaker.

She was singing along to the song too and I leaned my shoulder against the door frame and watched her silently.

Her back was to me so she didn't notice me and watching her dancing made all the exhaustion of the day vanish away.

🎶I'm feeling lonely (Lonely)
Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me)
Now, I'm crying in my room
So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more)
But still, I want it more, more, more🎶

My cheeks hurt from smiling so widely especially when she wrapped her arms around herself when the lyrics said, "Hold me" and then proceeded to rub her eyes to indicate crying.

I had to bite my lips to stop myself from laughing loudly.

God, she is so fucking adorable that I just want to hold her close in my arms and never let go.

I could watch her dance stupidly like this all day long and not get bored at all.

I watched her for a minute more before walking closer to her and at the same time, she twirled around causing her to slam against my chest.

I was full-on grinning as I wrapped my arms around her to steady her and she stared at me in shock. "Enjoyed dancing, my little hellion?"

I watched in amusement as her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of red. "What the hell? You watched me dance?"

"Of course I did, it was too funny to miss."

She turned even more red at that and glanced at the wall clock. "You came early today. Why would you do that?"

Because I was missing you. I didn't voice that.

"Well, I am glad I did or else I would have missed such an amazing performance."

She wiggled in my arms. "Ugh, this is embarrassing, leave me."

I chuckled and held her tightly.

"Eeel!" She pushed at my chest, trying to break free and refused to look at me. "Let me go."

I liked having her in my arms but hesitantly, I let her go.

Keeping her eyes lowered, she straightened her dress and was still blushing. "I am just going to throw myself off the roof while you laugh. Bye."

That made me laugh more and as she walked past me, I grabbed her wrist making her stop.

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore."

Pouting she glared at me. "Promise?"

I smiled. "Promise, wifey."

"How about you buy me pizza for making fun of me?"

"Good bargain but no."

She huffed. "That's not fair. Then I am not going to have dinner until and unless it is pizza."

"Yes, you will."

"I won't."

"Either you have dinner peacefully or I force-feed you."

"You can't." She challenged.

I raised a brow. "Okay."

"Okay." Shrugging, she turned around to leave but I grabbed her and pulled her up in my arms.

Holding her firmly, I carried her out of the room.

"No, wait!" She thrashed in my arms. "Ugh, put me down or I will bite you."

Unfazed by her threats, I carried her down to the kitchen and forced her down on the seat at the kitchen island.

"Keep sitting here," I told her and started to set up all the food which was prepared by my cook on the island.

"But I want pizza!" She cried and for more dramatic effects, she put her head down on the island. "Pizza...pizza...pizza..."

I didn't let any of that affect me and took a seat beside her.

Spearing some chicken caesar salad onto the fork, I gently grabbed her by her hair and lifted her head.

I held the fork to her mouth. "Open."

She pursed her lips and glared at me.

"At least have a little," I said softly and urged her to open her mouth. "Please."

Her eyes softened and she stopped glaring at me and opened her mouth a little and I fed her.

I gave her an encouraging smile and continued to feed her slowly making her roll her eyes at every bite.

When she was done eating, she just got up and left upstairs.

What am I gonna do with her? Sighing, I ate on my own.

Twenty minutes later, I held a small pizza box in my hand and made my way upstairs.

She was on the bed on her stomach, scrolling through her phone and I cleared my throat.

She gave me a side eye and looked back at the phone but then she must have realised it because her head snapped to me and at the box in my hand and she jumped off the bed, running straight to me.

"You brought me pizza?!" She jumped up and down excitedly.

"Yeah, just a small one though--"

She snatched the box from my hand and beamed at me. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

And that right there is the reason I want to make her happy. Her smile.

She carried the pizza over to the bed but when I gave her a disapproving look, she sighed and placed it on the nightstand instead.

Opening it, she grabbed a slice, saying, "I promise not to drop anything--" At the same moment, the small chicken piece along with some sauce dropped down on the floor.

"Uh-oh..." Sheepishly she glanced at me as if waiting for me to scold her. "I...I will clean it, I promise."

I sighed. "Just eat your pizza. Quickly."

She gave me a thumbs-up and dove right in.

After she was done eating, she said she would clean the mess but I beat her to it and cleaned the floor with a dirty cloth.

I would never ask her to clean anything, she is my wife, not a servant.

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Chiara poked me in my back, late at night. "Eeel? Are you awake?"

"Why?"

"I was just wondering something and I want to ask you that."

I wasn't feeling sleepy so I said, "Go on."

"If one day something...happens to me...will you remarry?"

Frowning, I rolled over to face her.

With her palm under her cheek, she watched me.

"What do you mean something happens to you?"

"You know...if I...die?"

My jaw clenched. "Where did that thought come from? Are you sick?"

"No! I was just thinking."

"You mean overthinking?"

She groaned. "Just answer me. Will you remarry?"

I didn't even have to think about the answer, it was simple. "No."

"You won't? So, you won't even date someone casually?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Grabbing a strand of her hair, I rubbed it in between my fingers. "You are my wife, Chiara. It's either you or no one else. You will be the only woman in my life whether you are alive or dead."

Her mouth formed an 'O'.

"Now, go to sleep. No more of these stupid thoughts."

Before I could turn around, she grabbed my hand. "You really mean that?"

"Yes, Chiara. I do. Tell me, will you find someone else if I am not here?"

"Well, if I marry someone else then I am sure he will buy me lots of pizza but I don't think so I will be able to trouble him like I trouble you, so no. I don't want anyone else either."

Satisfied by her answer, I smiled. "Good."

Before I could stop myself, I leaned closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, my little hellion."

This time I didn't bother turning away and closed my eyes.

"Goodnight, Eeel."

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I was in a particularly good mood this Saturday afternoon but all that disappeared when I took in the view in the kitchen.

My cook, Parker, was laughing with my wife.

He is younger than me and is of Asian origin and he is that cool guy who ties his shoulder-length raven hair into a man bun and his dark eyes are always twinkling.

He is a good person but right now I wanted to fucking kill him for even looking at my wife.

Chiara curiously watched him as he chopped up some vegetables and he seemed to be teaching her too, smiling and laughing along with it.

I usually like to cook when I feel like it, other times Parker is here to cook for me. Only on the days that I want to cook, I just send him a text informing him of that.

But I forgot to tell him not to visit today and I was busy in my study that I didn't even know he was here.

I took a deep breath to calm myself before announcing my presence.

They both looked up at me, Chiara grinning and Parker offering me a small smile and a nod.

I didn't bother to offer that back and stalked closer to him. "What are you doing?" I asked him in a low voice so that Chiara doesn't hear.

"Cooking lunch?" He looked confused.

Just so I don't hurt him, I stuffed my hands inside my pockets. "Exactly. You should be cooking not joking around with my wife."

"I think you are mistaken, Ezekiel. She asked me to teach her since she doesn't know how to cook, I was just--"

"I don't care." I cut him off harshly. "I don't want to fire you so the next time you are here, I want you to focus only on your work. Now, you can leave."

Perplexed, he glanced at the uncooked food. "But--"

"Leave. Now."

He finally listened to me and gathered his things and left quietly.

"What was that?" She questioned me. "Why did you send him away?"

"If you want to learn how to cook, I will teach you," I stated.

She realised something and folded her arms across her chest. "So, you didn't want him to teach me? Is that why you sent him away?"

"No. I don't like it when other men receive your smiles and laughter."

"Wow, you asked me to not question your loyalty yet here you are instigating that I am not loyal--"

"I never said that." I stepped closer to her. "I know you are loyal but that doesn't mean I like it when other men look at you."

Cupping her face in my palms, I caressed it. "You are mine, Chiara. And no one is worth your smiles."

"And you are?"

"No. But I will work for that until I become worthy of every part of yours."

She swallowed hard and looked away. "But you don't have to be so violent, it was as if you were ready to kill him. I wonder what you would have done had he touched me."

I squeezed her face gently making her eyes shift to mine. "I will kill any man who touches you, so, don't tempt me, wife."

"And I thought you had morals."

"I ain't a killer like your brothers and father but for you, I might just become one."

Her mouth parted slightly at that and a blush rose to her cheeks. She blinked a few times before gently pushing me away. "Ha, very funny."

Without looking back at me, she left the kitchen.

She might not believe it but for her, I can lay down my life and even take a few.