"You're the best husband, I couldn't have asked for anyone better." I don't know about all that, but you're the best wife anyone could ever have. I'm ...he luckiest person I know, because I have you to hold." What do you want for dinner? Do you want me to cook, or do you want to go out?"Knowing it could be our last day as just us, he said, "Let's go out. Something tells me I'm not going to convince you to go out in a long time after the baby makes their arrival." You know what? You're right, for. ’ Elliots deep voice echoed in her ears as he suddenly reared back from her. ‘No, I don’t see the girl I knew eight years ago.’ His voice and his expression were now so cold that it froze the blood in her veins. Despite knowing the answer was inevitable, Dante still felt a pang of hurt strike her. It was almost as if he had slapped her. Clutching her fists to her sides so as not to let them tremble visibly, Dante sent Elliot the fakest smile she could muster, her brow cocked up in mock. They soon vanish through another door on the far side of the room. I expect they’ll be busy and enjoying themselves for a while.A mug of steaming hot chocolate appears on the low table in front of me, along with a plate of cream biscuits. I take a biscuit to eat while I sit and wait. Joe had told me about the fast appearing food because it surprised him the first time it happened to him. I don’t have a long wait before another woman comes through one of the other two doors in the room. She. Shakily, I was dragging myself to bed when suddenly a silver outline on the couch in the living room caught my eye. Before I could even investigate, the lamp on the small table next to the couch flashed on. "You're late," a voice spat at me with such a cold tone. "Craig?" I immediately recognized the familiar man sitting in my living room. Craig was one of my friends and lovers. Online. He was sitting on the couch, stroking his fat six inch cock and giving me a cold, sharp stare. I recognized.