decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She glared at her. “Know how to take care of him? You have to be joking.... The way he showed up at my house in Italy.... you couldn’t take care of a fucking rock Margrethe. He doesn’t want you here and neither do I. Yes he is sick. But I’m his wife now. We are married. You lose.” She spat, not caring she was getting petty.
He smiled tiredly. “If you insist.... just a little bit though. Nothing major.” He told her quietly, kissing her head and keeping her close. “Mmm... I love you.... do you think I should call my mother?” He sighed a little.
He smiled tiredly. “If you insist.... just a little bit though. Nothing major.” He told her quietly, kissing her head and keeping her close. “Mmm... I love you.... do you think I should call my mother?” He sighed a little.