Chapter 16: Chapter 16

"Hey, there's a package meant for you." September said as he entered their room with a medium sized box wrapped in a fancy silver paper in his hands.

"Open it." Maeve ordered as she brushed her hair in front of the vanity mirror.

"Okay." Her husband dutifully heeded to her words and put the box on the top of their bed before he took a seat beside it and started tearing the wrappers.

"Uhmm... Maeve?" September called out awkwardly as he stared at the contents of the box.

"Hmm?" His wife, who was busy applying some night cream on her face was very oblivious to the embarrassment coming.

"Maeve..." He called out once again but Maeve just rolled her eyes and didn't mind his constant calling.

"Maeve..."

"What?!" Maeve snapped as she turned around and faced her husband with an annoyed face.

September grimaced as he lifted the silky red underwear from the box. Maeve's eyes widened as she saw what he was holding.

"What the hell?!" She gasped and didn't even know what to do. Should she just grabbed the underwear from her husband's grasps or should she just ran to the bathroom and never come out?

"I didn't know you have this style, wifey." September said while he scanned the tiny thing on his hands.

His laughter echoed in the room as Maeve hastily grabbed the panty on his hands and the remaining sets that were left on the box before she rushed inside the bathroom and locked herself up.

"Hillary, I'm going to kill you." She muttered as she stared at the five sets of satin underwears that she was sure were sent by her sister. She can still hear September's joyful laughter outside the bathroom. The bastard's obviously enjoying the mini show she had performed.

"Geez, hon. It's alright I won't laugh any--pfft." September's consoling voice was interrupted with another burst of laughter.

"Go on. Laugh harder. Hope you choke to death while doing so." She uttered as she grudgingly sat on the closed toilet lid and piercingly stared at the bathroom's door.

It took another moment with only September's laughter filling the room. He felt so good. He can't recall any moment in his life that he had that kind of laugh. It was just a small and vague moment but it brought him too much joy. He wanted to sigh as another realization about how great is his wife's effect on him occurred.

He cleared his throat first and relaxed himself. The least thing he wanted tonight is to sleep in the living room.

When he finally got a hold of his emotions, he walked towards the door with a smile displayed on his handsome face.

"Hey..." He called out softly after he knocked on the bathroom's door.

"It's alright. I won't laugh anymore," he said as he listened and waited for any movement inside.

"Look, I'm sorry for laughing but why did you even order something like that?" He asked.

"I didn't ordered this!" His wife shouted from the inside.

"Then who did?"

"Hillary!" He stopped himself from laughing as he tries to coax his wife to go out of the bathroom. It took a lot of consoling and apologies before the door of the bathroom cracked open. Maeve stared at him suspiciously before she completely opened the door.

"Come'n let's sleep now. We still have work tomorrow." He said as he subtly encircled his arms around her waist and gently pulled her to bed.

He tucked her in before he went around and took the other side of the bed.

"Maeve..."

"Hmm?" She answered sleepily as she tugged the blanket more to her side. September silently pushed a larger part of the blanket towards her.

After sleeping beside her for almost a month, he noticed how she loves to wrapped herself with a blanket. He even have the hunch that she wasn't aware that she's been tugging the blanket every night. He find it adorable, though.

"What is it?" Maeve turned around and faced him when she didn't hear him say anything after calling her name.

"Can I attend the anniversary party of MBC?" He asked cautiously.

"Why?" She asked after yawning. September softly played with her hair which he knew would help her sleep quicker.

"What do you mean why?"

"You don't attend parties. Even those held in your company." She answered followed by another yawn as she rubbed her head to September's hand even more.

"This one's different." He answered in a soft voice.

"What makes it different? It's all parties packed with plastic people." She said bluntly which earned a chuckle from her husband.

"No. This is special." He insisted. Maeve looked at him questioning, the dimmed light from the bed side table illuminating her already pretty face with a more fascinating angle.

"I'll attend the party as your husband." He said, testing the waters if she would agree.

They haven't talked about going public about their marriage, yet. Although a lot of people already knew that there's something between them, no one knew that they're actually already married.

He didn't know if she was against that idea so he was taking a blind shot right now. He'll be ecstatic if she'll allow him but if she wouldn't, then he's willing to wait until she's ready for it. Maybe if he finally took over her heart?

"I don't need an escort." She said followed by another yawn. September's shoulders fell after hearing her response.

"But you can still come." She said as she raised her hand and tapped his hands that rested on her head. He didn't realized that he had stopped caressing her.

"Keep on doing that. It feels good." She said sleepily as she once again tugged the blanket over her. September, using his free arm, fixed the blanket and covered her until she was wrapped up until her neck. He chuckled when he heard her sighed in contentment.

"Good night, hon." He whispered as he leaned a bit and gave his wife a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Good night, September." September smiled as he watched his wife greeted back sleepily.