Chapter 2: Chapter 2

DWAYNE DALE'S POV

"My God, Kiki! I can't believe you are so flirtatious. That's your sister's boyfriend and then you flirted with him? You're stupid." I keep listening to Lauren while reading a book about cats.

"Meow!"

"Don't meow meow ha! Lalat and Tintin had sex and then you had sex with Tintin too? What if you two get pregnant? Are your children brothers and cousins?"

"Meow!"

"Stop meowing. You flirt." Lauren's voice was annoyed when she called me. "Hubby?"

"Yes, wife?" I answered but did not look at her.

"Aren't you going to do something about these?" I put down the book I was holding and motioned to Kiki. She quickly jumped up and came to me then sat on my stomach.

"You know wife, let them be happy. Tintin is the only guy here so it's ok for them to share. Why do you want one of them to get pregnant by anyone?" Lauren rolled her eyes. "Kiki, you should know your place, you are the mistress so you should learn to wait when Tintin has time for you. Ok?"

"Meow!"

"Good! Now, go back to your room. Mommy and Daddy will sleep, too." Kiki immediately jumped up and entered the cat house.

"You're annoying, instead of scolding Kiki, you allow her to make a whore."

"You know, wife, you don't need to get mad at them. It's ok if they get pregnant at the same time so that their clan will increase."

"Whatever, flirtatious Tintin, flirtatious men are really annoying. My God." Then she got up and went into the bathroom so I just laughed.

Lauren and I have been married for a week. But before we got married we became friends. We got to know each other, the dislikes and the likes. We go out, watch movies, eat outside, anything that a two-person did to get to know each other. But for us, it's a friendly date.

We talked clearly that nothing will fall apart and there is only one man she loves..... Hendrick Lee----who gets another woman pregnant and has just given birth. But as she said... she loved it so she accepted him back.

On my side I know it's impossible for me to fall for Lauren. I can't love her because I don't want to fall for anyone.

Hendrick and I are ok. We've seen each other a few times when he's picking up Lauren or something. He also knows about the marriage but says he trusts Lauren so it's fine with him. We didn't have a formal conversation and I don't have a plan to talk to him either. He's nothing but a model and I am Dy.

Honestly, I don't care about their setup as lovers. I just ask her to not let other people see them. They can kiss, hug, and have sex anytime they want as long as no one knows. Well, I know Hendrick is careful since he also has a name to keep as a model.

For how many months Lauren and I have been together as a fiancée plus a week as a couple I have proven that we are one. Lauren is a nice woman. It was true what she said before that she was far from her image. When I look at her on TV or in a magazine, it's like she's not Lauren, my wife.

Lauren knows all the household chores. I don't think she will agree that we don't have a maid. She almost did everything, at first I just let her but later I felt sorry for her so I helped her. She cleans the house, she does the laundry, cooks our meals, and washes the dishes and everything. Lastly, she's too innocent.

She is the type that when I say something, she immediately believes it. At first I thought she's just messed me. But later I also proved her innocence in many things.

Clearly I can describe her as fragile and sweet.

"You know, Hendrick, no one told you to get pregnant with another woman and I don't even care where you are. Don't just call me and say you had a bad mood because there are so many paparazzi following you. You like that, don't you? Then face it. Take care of your life," she said when she got out of the bathroom and threw the cellphone on the bed. "Stupid, what he wants me to do with his paparazzi if I have my own paparazzi."

"Something wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing, because I don't want to talk about it." She wipes her head which is still wet because she just finished taking a shower. "Have you seen the pajamas I gave you?" she asked but I just stared at her. "Obviously not, because you're not wearing it and you can't answer," she added.

"Oh, shoot, sorry."

"Tss! no one really cares about what I say."

"It's not like I just forgot." We had a conversation that we would wear a couple of sleepwear every weekend. It's Lauren's idea because she said she wants to experience those kinds of thingy. I don't care about such things. But since we are married, we talked about respecting each other's wishes. Above all, take responsibility as a couple. Not just in bed.

"Whatever."

"Fine, I'll wear it." I took the sleepwear that she put near my bed. I entered the bathroom and unfolded it. I just shook my head. I love cats, literally, and I love the design of this dress. But the color? Can I burn it and tell her I didn't mean it? Sorry to say this but I really hate pink which is very opposite of Lauren who seems to have almost all things in pink.

"Pssh!" I hissed when I put on the polo shirt and pajamas. Well, I'm handsome so I know it suits me. The color is just really irritating because I feel it doesn't suit my body shape. They say "true man wears pink." but----tss, never mind.

"Yes, go ahead tomorrow. I love you, too." I heard her say when I got out of the bathroom. If there is an award for fragility, Lauren is the grand champion, no time for him, pregnant with someone else but he still loves her.

"WOW! It's a good thing," she praised me.

"Of course."

"Why don't you like pink? A real man wears pink, so cute."

"What cute? It hurts in the eyes."

"Maybe you're gay so you don't like pink?"

"What?"

"I said maybe you're a gay-------HUBBY!" She screamed when I pulled her leg and quickly on top. I pressed my body to her.

"You want me to prove that I'm not gay."

"Defensive."

"Oh! That's right." I spread her legs using my legs. I noticed the widening of her eyes and I knew she was feeling something. "This gay can make you scream in pleasure."

"Get out of there." But I pushed my length on her. I also moved it so she could feel it better.

"Well, don't worry, wife. I can do better than your boyfriend-----ouch!" I screamed when she slapped my shoulder and when I moved, she kicked me, fortunately, it hit me in the knee. "Why did you do that?"

"You're a pervert." I laugh at the way she looks because she folds her arms on the headboard.

"What's wrong? I just want to prove that I'm not gay. Oh! now you believe?" I knelt in front of her and then looked at my length that was growing.

"Get out there, I'll kick your----."

"My what?"

"Leave me alone." I smiled at her then straightened up. My pet also calmed down. When we lay down I took the books from the side table.

"Hubby?"

"Hmm?"

"Sorry."

I looked at her because of what she said.

"Sorry for?"

"For calling you gay, why don't you like pink?"

"Nothing, not my choice. Like you, you hate red."

"I didn't. But not on my choice."

"Then we are the same."

"I'm also sorry if I hit you and kicked you."

"That's fine."

"By the way, hubby, can you drop and pick me up tomorrow? I have a pictorial and Hendrick can't drop me."

"Sure."

"Thanks, hubby, you're the best as always, and goodnight." She kissed me on the cheek then pulled the blanket and went to sleep first.