20: First half-serious talk

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• Babysitting my wife   20: First half-serious talk

  I haven't ever been to a Police Station not until after I met Noah and then I met Officer Trevor who sounded cool and was a likable person but then things clashed and he's now on top of my hated list.Precisely, I still don't hate him but I hate him for what he did. Just for that specific reason and specific timing because I am going to his house and have a delicious homemade dinner with his family.Nobody wants to miss out on food, now do they?He seemed genuine and sweet which was the reason I still was texting Trevor in the car while he was off duty for a while. He sent me his newly baby girl born photos at which I was awwing bad.Noah was skeptical about the whole exchanging of numbers that he kept glancing at me and my phone more than the road that needed his attention."Stop staring at my phone and watch out for the cars at the front," I said without looking at him dead in the eye.If his bothersome gets the best of him then we both are goin

• Babysitting my wife   19: Trevor, Nuts and Rambling Noah

  I'm so sorry guys! I took a break from writing because my mind wasn't working and I was hoping this get signed but then I lost hope in this book. But I won't stop writing it because this is my favorite story.ANYWAYS ENJOY!!___________________I would be lying if I said we were good to start the procedure of breaking our marriage.Because we were not. We sat in our chairs before the police officer who was asking about the situation we were brought out from.And let me tell you, Noah didn't consider how insulting he made me sound and went on blabbering the disadvantages to ever have me sit in their car as some crazy monkey who's banana was stolen."It's all her fault. She didn't wear her seatbelt and then put her head out the window. What was I supposed to do? She wouldn't listen to me at all." Noah stated, speaking everything in one breath.He has been blabbering about how I was irresponsible and how bratty I acted and at some point, it sta

• Babysitting my wife   18: A pull-over for my silliness

  What could be the best for us? I kept thinking about this particular question on repeat. It's not like I didn't want a divorce but it's just a thought that popped up in my mind.What if this was some kind of destiny? Could it be the collision of two different personality traits humans?"Millie put your seat belt on. How many times do I have to tell you!?" Noah scolded for the umpteenth time.Not my fault that the belt was grazing against my neck as we drove. It was hurting and I probably got bruised there but would he care to ask or whether even think about it?No, he didn't. Because he's not short and this is not his problem.That would be pretty much likely he would say in return if I would've to ever ask.So destiny or not, but we are so not good together. It has been almost a day and we were already annoyed by our presence. Why? Because I wouldn't do what he asked and he... well, he did what I asked so far.But he didn't let me hav

• Babysitting my wife   17: Nothing illegal in checking out Noah

  You know about the bad timing when two people were struggling in a situation they are wrapped into and suddenly, unexpectedly, also uninvited, the third person brings their presence in the little screen shared by those two people and interpret something else.Yeah, bad timing."Are we supposed to come tomorrow since... um, you guys are probably going to..." Meredith muttered hesitantly, gesturing to us still hugging each other.I blinked, taking in the presence of more than one person in my house that weren't thieves. Good thing.I pushed Noah away from me, reluctantly. He lost his balance to the unprepared push I gave him and fell off the bed."Hey... how did you guys get in? I'm pretty sure the door was locked." I smiled, speaking through my forced smile and behaving like that just didn't happen.The hug. It was well... welcoming but I still don't like Noah because I don't kno

• Babysitting my wife   16: Flip phones are the trend

  This whole time. I repeat, this whole time, I was lied. I didn't know a single thing about it and I was being fed lies about it even from Noah."Really? You both are still going to lie to me about this?" I gestured over to the thing that was what I was lied about."It's was for your own good." My mother said, whom I paused from going to work as my matter was more important."For my own good? Mom! This is what I love. From anything." I emphasized, widening my eyes as I spoke with compassion for it."How long will this drama go on for?" Noah asked my mom, who was least interested in spilling the truth."This ain't drama. This is you trying to get out of such a hideous act." I spatted at him, glaring at my mother.She rolled her eyes, turned around in her heels, and with the click of them, she grabbed her bag and proceeded to leave."You're such a melodramatic in the morning, Millie. I can't wait and watch you for the whole day. So, I will see

• Babysitting my wife   15: A worthy son-in-law

  I don't know what kind of situation this should be called that I was stuck in, unwillingly. The fact that my mother was just wandering around my surprisingly handsome husband and catching up with their old times, I boringly watched them while drinking plain transparent water.They were too immersed in their talk that for a second, I doubted that maybe Noah is old but he is a wizard and he's hiding his real age appearance.Nope, only I can think of such an absurd thing.My eyes were stilled on them, putting the glass on the tray while not watching my moves of what it was about to invite me into the next disaster. As predictable, I dropped the glass on the hard floor and the shattering of the glass echoed around the room, sound waves hitting against the walls and reaching to my mother's ear who was possibly going to get me punished."Crap," I muttered, staring at the glass shards that scattered remotely beyond. "My hand slipped." That's the best excuse I could