Abigail Hayes~•~Wow.“Wowww.” Olivia echoed my thoughts. I knew George was from a rich family but that didn’t mean I wasn’t surprised to see his childhood home. It wasn’t huge but it was expensive and we hadn’t seen the inside yet.George and I had agreed to have dinner at his house. It was just a formal meeting between the parents so we didn’t have to go out or anything. Besides, if a random person found out about a meeting like this, it would make it onto the tabloids. No one wanted that kind of attention.I was grateful George was the kind of man who tried so hard not to leave digital traces of himself. It meant not many people recognized him.“Are we going to continue staring at the house or are we going to go in?” My mother asked, breaking Olivia and me from our trance.She couldn’t blame us. We liked pretty things and the house was as pretty as they came.It got us moving anyway. We walked up the decorated porch until we got to the door, but before I could ring the doorbell,

Abigail Hayes~•~George rented a hall at a hotel for a ceremony that lasted only thirty minutes. When I pointed that out to him, he said the reception was also going to be held there so I didn’t object anymore.It was the day of my wedding and I was feeling emotional for some reason. I was done with my hair and make-up. All that was left for me was to put on my dress.My hair was in a sophisticated bun with tendrils of it let loose. They framed my face perfectly and made me look more beautiful than I usually was. I looked like the perfect bride and I would have had the perfect husband if it wasn’t for the contract that bonded us together.Maybe, I should do my makeup more on regular days. I usually stuck to minimal makeup but what was currently on my face was a chef’s kiss. The artist knew how to do their job.“Are you going to put on your dress or are you going to stare at yourself forever?” Maya spoke up, interrupting my moment of self-admiration.The makeup artist and the hairdres

George Galanti~•~Abigail absolutely refused to stand up from me.Even when I told her I wanted to tie up loose ends at work, she asked me why I brought my laptop on our honeymoon and I had nothing to say to that.She had always been a small woman so she stayed curled up on me, talking about anything and everything in her life that I had missed. It was cute.If I had known that was what was going to happen after I properly made her mine, I would have done that a long time ago. She was clingy as fuck. I liked it.“When did you find out you were pregnant?” I questioned when it seemed like she had run out of things to talk about when we were only less than ninety minutes into our flights. I loved hearing her talk animatedly about things. I loved being able to see this side of her she had never shown to me before.“Uh, it was that day at Patrick’s house. All the food was making me nauseous which was why we left early.” She explained with a pout. “It was a shame I didn’t get to eat all th

Abigail Hayes ~•~“Baby, Abby.” I heard George’s muffled voice through my nap. “We’ve arrived.” He tapped me gently and I got up from the bed. After what we had done the last few hours, I was knocked out so I slept off. George had told me we were going to be arriving by dawn and it was better to sleep now if I didn’t want to be jet lagged, so I listened to him. I was tired anyway.I rubbed my hands all over my face, trying to wash off the sleep. We finally arrived at our destination, Paris. I had bugged George a lot before he finally told me where we were headed. “Can I have a glass of water? I requested. I had never been to Paris before and I didn’t want to feel tired when stepping out of the plane. “Sure,” George responded and poured water from the bottle into a glass cup. “Thanks,” I said as he handed it to me. After drinking to my satisfaction, I was ready to leave. The plane had already landed. “I’m ready to go.” I picked up my bag and we walked hand in hand to the entrance of

Abigail Hayes~•~I was certain I had taken more than a hundred pictures already and it was only our second day in Paris. We had one more night and we’d be flying to Hawaii. To say I was excited was an understatement.The previous day, we had extended our Seine River cruise because of how much I loved the view, so we didn’t have the time to visit the famous Eiffel Tower.At some point, I had to video call Maya to show her the view I was enjoying. She was jealous and demanded I keep her on the phone until we were done, which I didn’t because then, she’d be encroaching on my personal time with George.The night had ended as expected, George and I wrapped up in the sheets with him inside me. I’d heard that pregnancy intensified all hormones and I was beginning to think it was true.I was more emotional than usual. My anger and sadness were more overwhelming than they usually were and I was hornier than ever, especially after our time together on the private jet. According to George, I wa