A day with her - I

Adrian felt her hands on him, patting him and trying to bring him out of stupor that he had been in.

He took a hold of his wife's hand and held them tightly. His wife. His.

She was here, by his side and it was all real.

"Tell me," His Joy urged. "You went into the whole thinking process in your mind. I have been trying to bring you back from work for a very long time. Please do not keep me waiting anymore! Tell me."

She was always curious about something. After the sheltered life that she had been living, and with the aim of marriage as the ultimate goal, Joyce had grown significantly, and now never heard back from asking him questions.

There was a time when she would not even look him in the eye and here they were.

"Tell you what?" He knew exactly what she was talking about, but it was his fun in messing with her and making her cheeks grow red in anger or shyness.

He loved making her frustrated, be it in bed or on the table.