EVAN SEVILLE
Weeks had gone by, and today, things were still the same. Though there were some changes— She became more clingy and more lovable.
I'm obsessed with it.
She became more feminine. I started to notice that she was wearing more dresses than her usual ones; baggy pants and big shirts.
What was more was that she was starting to wear dark feminine colors such as wine red, dark lavender, wine pink, etc. she really became so soft to the point I wanted to get home early just to spend my time with her.
Hence, I didn't even want to go to work every morning because her first was the first thing I see— Peaceful and safe in my arms. Everything's going great for us, I was happy and so was she. I bought her flowers randomly, regardless whether it was bad day or not, whether she was in the mood or not.
Everything just became a daily routine for us ever since we got married. Actually, we became more active and more consistent with our actions towards each other, being affectionate and giving gifts in random times.
As I woke up from my alarm for 5AM, I turned it off and cuddled closed to my wife, to my Amelia. I buried my head on her hair, smelling her sweet, floral scent shampoo. I felt her snuggled closed, making my heart beat. I stayed with her just like that, until I heard my phone pinging.
I turned with my arm stretching for my phone on the night stand while my other arm was under her head. Once I've reached it I opened it and saw a message and a missed call from a random number.
I've checked the message and it made me angry, "you gotta be fucking kidding me," I muttered underneath my breath.
"Hey, it's Mia,can we meet up, please?"
I read the message, and I felt this uncomfortable feeling that I couldn't describe. I was about to block the number when that same number pulled up, calling. I felt myself pissed off.
I answered, "Fucking leave me alone, woman—"
"I miss you—"
"You better fucking stop, Mia—"
"Please, let's just meet, I.. I just need to talk to—"
I dropped the call and blocked the number automatically. I gripped my phone, trembling from anger a little. I looked beside me and saw Amelia's face.
I calmed down.
I closed my eyes and breathed before opening them again, then pressed a kiss on her forehead.
I need to tell her once she wakes up..
She was here with me, lying and sleeping peacefully. She felt safe with me. I wanted to be honest with her, she was my everything and I couldn't imagine losing her.
I would fucking lose my mind if I did lose her.
It was my off today anyways, and I was looking forward to this day with spending my time with her. With my wife, with Amelia.
Or so I thought.
I was in the kitchen, chopping some onions, when I heard the doorbell rang, "Love, can you get that for—"
"I got it, give me a sec!" I was cut off when I heard her feet padding down the wooden stairs. I just smiled, imagining what she was wearing today or what kind of dress, what color it is.
I stayed alert, and listened to her speak to someone by our door, "hi, may I know who you are?" She was such a sweet woman.
"Hi!"
A familiar voice echoed down our hallway, and it gave me the fucking chills. I literally made my way out of the kitchen and towards the entrance of our home, hearing her introduce herself, "I'm Mia, Evan's ex! You must be—"
"My wife, Amelia."
I appeared behind Amelia, gently pulling her behind me as I gave Mia the cold look, "what the fuck are you doing here? I thought I already made things clear—"
"I just wanted to talk!—"
"Leave." I demanded with a harsh, cold tone. I glanced behind me, seeing Amelia glancing at me and then at Mia. She seemed confused and.. anxious. I felt her gripped my arm.
"Look, Evan, I just wanted to talk to you—"
"I already said it before, Mia. Fucking leave, can't you see you're making my wife uncomfortable—"
"I still love you!"
Silence filled the air, I heard Amelia gasping lightly. Mia stood there in tears, choking her sobs, "I still love you.. I still do!.. I— I know you're married but still I just wanted to tell you how I feel—"
I slammed the door to her face. I was furious. She really had the fucking audacity to say that to my face with my wife behind me, hearing everything.
Some fucking women have no respect to other women.
I turned to Amelia, feeling my palms sweating, "I— I'm so sorry about that, but I— I promise you me and her are over," I started, I was trembling lightly, I was trying to build words but I came up messy.
"Y— You can check my phone, if you want—" I patted my hands on my pants, looking for my phone nervously, wanted to prove to her so bad that I already blocked the number where Mia was texting and calling me.
When I finally got my phone, it suddenly fell to the floor— I was such a mess— I knelt down with my hand trembling, trying to pick up my phone when suddenly, I felt her small hands cupping my face.
"Hey, hey.. Breathe, Evan.. Come on," she ran her thumbs on cheeks softly, forcing me to look into her loving eyes that were filled with love and concern instead of pain and anxiety.
"S— Sorry, I just.."
"Shh, it's okay, just breathe for me, okay?.. I'm here.." She assured pulling me into a warm hug. I quickly buried my face in the crook of her neck, surrounding myself with her floral scent. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.
She was in silence, we were in the floor. Her warmth surrounded me completely, making me calm. She was comforting me.
I felt safe in her arms.
I pressed a kiss on her neck before burying my face deeper into her neck, "I'm sorry.."
"It's okay, love.." She started humming tunes as she started rocking me gently.