Black Addition

Three Years Married

The door was flung opened, making everyone present attentive.

A wealthy woman stepped majestically through the threshold, balanced precariously on towering, weaponized high heels. A vibrant sea of festive balloons was scattered across the shiny linoleum floor, but each one was ruthlessly, systematically executed by those razor-sharp heels. I was shocked as the terrifyingly fashionable matriarch made her grand entrance. The intense urge to scream was firmly suppressed by me. A messy scene was absolutely not wanted, and my dignity was fiercely protected through tight-lipped silence.

Suddenly, my personal space was completely invaded.

"How do you feel, my dear?" was purred by the elegant woman.

My cheeks were tightly embraced and aggressively squished by her diamond-encrusted hands. My face was intensely scrutinized from every angle. My hair was stroked, my neck was poked, and my nose was literally measured between her silver-ringed fingers.

"Madam, that's too much!" was finally gasped by me finally gasped. The intrusive hand was firmly swatted away from my nose.

A haughty laugh was released by her. "I can do anything for you. You are my daughter-in-law," was declared loudly by the matriarch.

"No ma'am, you are completely mistaken," was quickly and desperately.

"But—" was started by the woman, but the sentence was abruptly cut off by a new presence.

"Mom, please let my wife rest. All the time in the world will be had by you to be with her later, but right now, deep rest is needed by her," a deep, velvety voice finished from the entrance.

My head was instantly whipped around by me to see the absolute creature who dared to call me his wife. Damn it. Standing right at the doorstep, looking directly at me with eyes that could melt glaciers, was my dream man. A slow, confident stroll was taken by him toward the very bed where I was trapped, his jawline cutting through the awkward tension of the room.

A perfectly tailored suit was worn by his tall, muscular frame, and an effortlessly charming aura was radiated with every single step.

"Everything is under control, darling," he murmured, a reassuring wink being flashed in my direction.

"I need time with my wife, please leave,'' he said while looking at me.

"I cannot go. My presence is needed right here near my daughter-in-law," the wealthy mother immediately rejected, her arms crossed defiantly.

"Mom, please. Some quality time with my wife is desperately needed by me," he pleaded, an exhausted sigh being released by his handsome lips.

"Fine, I'm going, but—" the woman started, a sharply manicured finger being raised threateningly into the air. "I will return very soon. I need an explanation of why I don't have any grandchildren now, and you're 3 years married!"

A piercing glare was directed at Julian by me. A silent message was sent through my eyes: Explanations are required by me at this very instant.

Fortunately, the desperate look was fully understood by him. "Mom, please go," he said, his voice clearly bothered by the intrusive interrogation.

"Fine, I am leaving. Be well, dear," she said, dramatic air-kisses being blown toward my face. "Take care, Julian my dear," she added, before a grand exit was finally made by her, the heavy door being clicked shut behind her expensive high heels.