The girls help me organize the party they came up with, and my husband approved it the moment Sarah informed him about it. He didn't even ask; she told me herself. I love the trust that friends like Sarah and Ethan have. I wish I could have a friend like that someday, someone I can trust blindly.
Since I'm not a good hostess, they kidnap me from classes to take me shopping. Ever since we got married, Mason gave me a card with money to use for household expenses. It's not that I needed it; my parents have money. Although it was better because, since I got married, they haven't been talking to me. They didn't take it well when they heard the rumors about us getting married in secret. Especially my mother, who cares a lot about what people say. I guess you could say they've disowned me since I got married. Not my father, though. He told me that after the three years, I'll be able to take my place as the president of the company.
Mason is aware of what happened with my parents, and since Emily, Mason's mother, adores me, and I adore her, they told me not to worry about my parents. They assured me that they are happy to take that place until I can sort things out with my dear parents.
Putting that aside, everything is ready for the evening. The good thing is that the only guests, the reason for this housewarming party, are my friends and my in-laws. Thanks to them, we have this house and our baby.
Riley accompanies me home after shopping, while Sarah goes to pick up her husband to bring the things, they'll need for their weekend stay at my place. Riley came prepared when she kidnapped me.
My baby welcomes us happily, wagging his tail, and I shower him with kisses. Then he goes to Riley and does the same, wanting her to shower him with kisses too. He's such a sweetheart and a little spoiled.
“Let's tidy up inside first," my friend says, unpacking the purchases in the living room.
"Alright," I sigh.
"Just because you're getting married doesn't mean you turn into an old lady, my friend. So, change that mood," she scolds me.
While she says that, I look behind her and see my baby running out with something in his mouth. I don't say anything to Riley because if I speak, I'll burst into laughter. I watch her searching for something and not finding it. After a few minutes of searching, she looks at me and asks,
"Did you see what happened to the streamers?"
"No," I respond, trying to be serious, but failing miserably.
"Tell me what happened to the stuff," she demands, very annoyed.
"Simba, I think," I say, smiling.
"I don't find it funny at all, Simba!" she shouts, and my baby runs out of the house to the backyard.
"Don't scold my son; he doesn't know what those things are," I shout at her as I see her chasing after my dog.
"That's not an excuse. If you saw him taking the things, you should have stopped him," she says, stopping running.
"It's your fault. You didn't bring him anything, and I always give him a reward when I come back home from anywhere for being good," I say, crossing my arms.
"You can't be serious! They hired someone to keep him company while both of you aren't at home," she says, laughing.
"It's not to take care of him; it's to help me with the cleaning because I'm almost always studying or in classes. If she got attached to my baby, that's another thing," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"Whatever you say."
After that, we see what my baby left us to clean up and make the house look nice. We had to improvise most of the things. Despite that, I couldn't scold my baby for what happened. He just wants attention, that's all. Riley scolded me and told me,
"I don't even want to think about how you'll be with your children. You won't scold them for anything." Hearing her say that made me tense.
"We don't have plans for children right now. I need to finish my studies and then take over my father's company. Over the years, I think we'll address that topic," I say, looking at my baby.
"Besides, I don't think you'd want to share Simba's attention with another baby," she comments, laughing.
"Of course not. My baby needs all the attention in the world. He's very small, and I couldn't have another pet and divide my time between them. It's best for me to stay like this for a few years, so I can focus on the remainder of my degree and learn from my husband how to manage a company," I reply, smiling.
"That's a good way of thinking. You're very responsible in all your decisions, especially with the husband you have. He's absolutely delicious. I say that with all due respect, you know I wouldn't do anything to harm you. But if I were you, I'd go on a honeymoon for a month and devour him with chocolate, honey, fries, and everything," she whispers.
I can't help but burst into laughter at her words. It doesn't bother me that she says those things. I know her, and she has always told me that Mason is very attractive, and she's absolutely right. As for the rest, I can't promise her that I'll do it because despite sleeping together, he has always respected me, and I try my hardest to see him as a brother, as he told me he sees me.
I won't say it's easy because it's not. I have even dreamt about him and haven't told anyone. I think those are dreams I'll take to the grave. Unless, when we get divorced, I tell him that at some point, I had dreams about being with him. Or maybe with time, we'll become close friends, like Sarah and I are, and I'll tell him as an anecdote from my dream. He shouldn't know that there's been more than one, right?
I stop thinking about those things and focus on the present. In silence after talking only nonsense we concentrate on getting my house ready to receive visitors. I'm already looking forward to chatting with my friends, forgetting about my studies and my parents, who somehow affect the fact that I'm so easily distanced from them.