Chapter 11
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As Christian stepped into the foyer of his mansion, the familiar scent of home enveloped him, a comforting embrace after a long day. He loosened his tie with a sigh of relief, the tension of the day melting away with each step he took.
In the spacious kitchen, the soft glow of overhead lights illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance over the gleaming countertops. There, amidst the aroma of simmering sauces and roasting vegetables, Antonia moved with practiced grace, her culinary expertise on full display.
Christian paused in the doorway, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched his wife work her magic in the kitchen. With each chop of the knife and stir of the spoon, she moved with effortless elegance, a vision of domestic bliss.
Stepping forward, Christian approached her silently, his footsteps muffled by the plush rug beneath his feet. As he drew closer, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close in a gentle embrace.
Antonia leaned back into his embrace with a contented sigh, her movements fluid as she continued to tend to the meal before her. “Welcome home, darling,” she murmured, her voice soft and melodic.
Christian pressed a kiss to her temple, the warmth of her presence a balm to his weary soul. “Hmm,” he replied, his voice filled with affection.
Together, they stood in companionable silence, the steady rhythm of their breathing filling the air. In that moment, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, Christian felt a sense of peace settle over him like a comforting blanket.
As they lingered in each other’s arms, Antonia noticed Christian seemed tensed a bit. She wiggled out of his embrace, to face him. Bending his face to hers, she muttered “What’s wrong? You seem tensed” “Hmm, do I?” Christian muttered.
“Yes, you do. What’s wrong?” Antonia asked, worry evident on her face. Christian chuckled and placed a light kiss on her lips. “You look so worried when it’s nothing, I’m fine, it’s probably work coupled with everything else. Everything is fine, I promise” He placed a kiss on her lips, one that lasted longer this time.
“You sure?” Antonia asked, still worried.
“Yep, totally” He assured and Antonia relaxed, as a sense of relief washed over her. “I’ll go take off my clothes then” Christian said, as he moved back from the hug. “Hmm” Antonia responded, tending back to her meal.
“Um..” Christian stopped on his tracks when something came to his head. “Yeah?” Antonia asked, still backing him.
*Antonia’s POV*
It was 1 am when I checked the time on my phone, I don’t really know why I was suddenly awake but I was. I wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore. I looked at Christian who was sleeping peaceful on the bed, he looked tired after 8 hours of work, he should be.
Then, my mind flashed back to our conversation when he came back work. I seriously am mad that he has to go to the gathering with her, but I seem to have no choice but to deal with it.
I won’t say I’m scared but I’m seriously worried, what if I lose my husband to this woman? I would say not to believe her, but the kids, they seriously look like Christian and the results came out positive too.
And there me who can’t have no baby for him even after three years of marriage. We’ve been trying a lot, more like I have.
Christian seemed to be okay with me not having a baby, but I wasn’t. His mom and dad didn’t like me that much, they were never in support of our marriage and I couldn’t even bear a baby, this was bad for me.
I wonder what their reaction to Christian’s babies was, they were probably happy right? They probably like Laura right? They probably do.
*Yawns*
Alright, I seem to be getting my sleep back. Goodnight. As I laid on the bed, I heard my phone beep. Who would be texting me by this hour of the night?
I got up, again. It wasn’t mine, it was Christian’s. Who could be texting him. I took his phone and it was an official mail from work, isn’t something u should be concerned or worried about but I just wanted to read through the content, and I did.
It was concerning the banquet, it was about the housing recommendation as to where he would stay together with her during the banquet. I scoffed and wanted to drop the phone until I decided to do something else.
I went to his contact logs.