My Wife is a Sassy Queen

Jonathan came home to see his wife feeding, literally spoon-feeding, blueberry cheesecake to Mariana Jacobsen.

The twins were giving her head massage and leg massage.

He was dumbstruck at the door for a while. He shook his head and went straight to his room. He freshened up first before coming downstairs to the living room.

The kids were excited and Jo wanted to jump in her father’s arms but her godmother grunted and she stopped.

Jonathan came down and pecked his two kids on their heads.

“Daddy, you should also kiss Mommy,” Jo exclaimed.

Jonathan kissed Liliana on the forehead as well and looked at Jo, “I was going to do that anyway, my little angel.”

He joined the family and served Mariana some juice which smelled suspiciously like a cocktail.

Liliana bit the insides of her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud.

Mariana was unbothered as she enjoyed their service.

After she was full, she raised her hand and dismissed them like how ancient kings would dismiss the people after they were done serving him with the flip of his hand.

Jonathan followed everyone’s footsteps and retreated.

He cornered Liliana and asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

She coughed to stop herself from laughing and said, “She is annoyed that I got together with you, and the kids accepted you so quickly.”

He nodded like a child being scolded, “My fault then. I will do my best to win her over.”

She giggled at his seriousness which made him stare at her.

Sensing her embarrassment, he cleared his throat and said, “You look beautiful, by the way. Are you wearing my t-shirt?”

She looked up at him and shook her head, “This is so small, how can it be yours. It’s mine. I have a bunch of male clothes. I find them comfier than women’s clothes to wear at home.”

He tucked in her hair as he said, “In that case, we can all wear the same clothes and go out. It would look great.”

She got comfortable leaning on the wall in their corner and asked, “Are you praising yourself?”

He shook his head, “I am praising my gorgeous wife and my adorable children who would make me the ugly me look good.”

That made her laugh, which she stifled by covering her mouth with her hands, “It’s good that you know your place.”

He only shook his head as he asked, “Did you stay at home today?”

“Mhhm” She responded.

“Worked from home, I see. What did the kids do?” He enquired.

“Ask them at the dinner table.” She proposed.

“You are right. I should ask them directly. I still have a long way to go.” He said, frowning.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself.” She patted his arm.

“I know. I am not so easily defeated.” He said, cockily, “It’s just a lot of things that don’t come to my mind. And I want to be a real father and husband, you know. Don’t worry, I am very confident.”

“Did you add too much narcissism in your evening coffee?” she asked in all seriousness.

“I was too busy for coffee.” He replied, sullenly. As he had expected, she was concerned.

“Did you eat lunch, at least?” She asked, a little worried.

“A little.” He said truthfully, enjoying her concern for himself.

“I am really controlling myself from giving you a lecture and making a diet plan for you.” She said, frowning.

“You can do both. But don’t frown.” He said rubbing her forehead to smoothen her brows.

“Don’t skip meals. I will have someone send lunch over from tomorrow on.” She said, mentally making notes.

“No, don’t. I don’t want to compromise our safety.” He declined. The more people coming in and out of the house, the higher chances of security risks.

“Don’t worry about security. I will handle it.” While security was a big concern, she did not want to restrict or restrain themselves due to security risks.