I think the only bath I could compare to the one I just had would probably be baths my mother gave me when I was a baby. The moment I immersed myself completely into the warm coconut scented water, all my muscles relaxed and all my nerves thanked me. Ramiel sure knew how to prepare a bath. I found myself wishing he could give me a hand as I laid in the tub. I mentally slapped myself everytime my mind wandered to my dreamy and kind husband. It wasn’t like my thoughts were sinful, despite how much it felt sinful. I just felt they were too much. Ever since last night, like my heart had a mind of its own when he neared me. Like I couldn’t trust my body any longer, and it so happens I couldn’t trust my mind either. So even as relaxing and soothing my bath was, I couldn’t dream of getting Ramiel out of my mind. After I hopped out of the tub and felt rinsed properly, I went over to the sinc. I bent down and looked through the cabinet. Thankfully my new hair products were there. I

Dinner was torture. Ramiel sat next to me, and like that wasn’t enough to keep me distracted, his hand rested on my lap almost half the time. My mind could barely focus on the new flavors Adri had prepared, she said the dish was chicken Alfredo and pasta penne. It was delicious, she was a wonderful cook. However, because my husband couldn’t keep his hands in place, I could barely focus on her as she spoke. But I could grab some things, she had worked for Ramiel for almost 7 years now, she helps around the house and is in charge of the staff. They are usually other staff around, but not during the weekend, she also lives here but stays downstairs. Adri was very sweet and it looked like she had a pretty casual relationship with Ramiel, they shared some inside jokes within themselves and she seemed to know him very well. After dinner I offered to help clean up but Adri dismissed it, she reminded me I was now the co-owner of the house and I didn’t need to get my hands dirty at all.

*9 months later*I slid my eyes open, feeling the most pain I could have ever imagined. Breathing felt hard and I could only take short breaths at a time, I felt the sting of the pieces of glass that were pierced into my skin. I could not move my neck, I realized that with a failed attempt to look around. I was wearing a brace, that I could tell. “Ramiel”, I managed to say, I could barely hear myself, I could barely hear anything but sirens and more sirens with muffled voices from people that were not even a bit familiar. “Mrs Kingsley you are in good hands you are going to be fine”, I managed to hear an unfamiliar voice say.“Ramiel”, I called out again, a bit louder than the last time but I could still barely hear myself. “Where is my husband”, I asked. “Relax, you have to save your strength Mrs Kingsley. I felt us moving. I was strapped down, being rolled into an ambulance. Where was he? Was he okay? “Where is my husband?”, I asked this time louder than ever, sobs breaking

*8 months ago*“Let’s go to dinner today”, he said after placing his usual morning kiss on my cheek. He was knotting his tie and looking at me like he always did, like I were the only person he saw, like I meant too much to him but he did not mind it one bit, like he never wants to look away. “Dinner?”, I asked, we hadn’t gone out much together, only the other time I asked to see his office and his occasional night drives with me to the outskirts of the city. The frenzy of people that struggled to see him was almost too much to handle. Many people struggled to take pictures with him, asking questions and trying to make their way past his very heavy security. When it was only me, it would be just a couple of photos, but my husband? It was safe to say I married a celebrity, I had now come to understand the use of the plentiful security we had to have while going outside, especially for him. “Yes. I think it’s time we introduced you formally to the world, If you’re ready of course