Hes My Husband's

Surprise

Today was Sunday, but either way Dea felt that her Sunday was empty. How not? When she woke up at 6 a.m., her handsome husband was no longer in her sight.

Looks like Dava left very early this morning without saying anything to Dea.

Dea sighed as she went down the stairs after going through her routine in the bathroom. Dea intends to make her own breakfast today, the apartment looks empty and deserted without her spoiled husband present. Until his eyes caught a small note attached to the refrigerator door.

Dea pulled the note, the corner of her lips lifted reading the contents of the note. It was like Dea was screaming loudly but He did not do it, it did not matter if He wanted to but He was ashamed to do that ridiculous thing.

'Wifey, sorry I didn't wake you. I don't want to disturb your restful sleep and I'm sorry I couldn't greet you first. I'll prepare your breakfast Enjoy your breakfast, I'll be back at one in the afternoon. I miss you ILY D£D'

Dea scrunched her forehead while trying to decipher 'D£D' at the end of the note from her husband. It never seemed to use such initials except when I said L with a finger while at school that time.

Quickly Dea opened the door of her refrigerator, Dea frowned.

Not the food He saw, but a little note again. Dea took and reread the sticky note from her husband, Dava.

'Sorry I won't tell you right away where your breakfast is, look at the dinner table!'

Dea turned her body towards the dining table, not even realizing that at the dinner table there was a fresh red rose as well as a glass of chocolate milk to her tribe. Do not forget the red note, the same as the previous note. Dea smiles happily by inhaling in the scent of the rose Dava gave her for the first time and in the morning. Dea will be happy to get through the morning this time.

'You like the roses? I hope so, I don't know you yet even though we've been through this for a year. Make sure you finish the milk!'

Go back to our room, on the nightstand next to my bed your breakfast is!'

Dea gave a small laugh reading the first word Dava used. Yes Dea is very fond of roses, especially red roses, Dea cheeks feel heated when feeling the pounding also changes Dava's attitude to him.

Dea inhaled the scent of the very fragrant rose once again, not forgetting to spend a glass of milk as asked Dava. Don't want to disappoint her handsome husband who has done all this for her.

Dea climbed the stairs still clutching a rose, the corner of her lips unceasingly pulled upwards. His heart felt racing, that's what Dea felt every near or thought of Dava. Her husband was full of mystery, difficult to guess and approached when Dea had just admired the tall figure.

Dea turned her bedroom door knob around with an unusually fast heartbeat, the first time she had received the mysterious attention of Dava. And Dava managed to catapult Dea into free flight in the clear sky this morning.

Dea set her foot on the nightstand of her husband's bed, and Dea sat on the edge of the bed. Dea almost cried, not because of her breakfast but what Dava did for her that made Dea very moved. Dea picked up a red note attached to the breakfast plate Dava had prepared for her.

'Eat me please Queen Dea, ILY D£D'

Dea hugged the notes written by Dava, Dea stared at her breakfast. The first breakfast she made, Dea almost escaped tears if she did not remember the order to eat Dava-style fried rice with decorations that showed a smile and a sauce with a picture of the heart on her plate, again 'D£D' no Dava missed.

Dea does not know the meaning of the inns used Dava, Dea will ask her later when Davanya comes back from somewhere her husband went this early on their Sunday which they should have passed together as their special time.

"When did he cook?" asked Dea after tasting her husband's cooking again and again.

Dea finished her breakfast quickly because she wanted to contact Dava immediately. Dea picked up her phone on the nightstand after not a single piece of rice was left on her plate.

The first ring is not answered, the two are the same. Dea started to lose her worry. Dea kept trying, until her sixth call when Dea was about to close her phone. The voice across greeted his listening senses.

"How's breakfast, honey?" dea's cheeks heated up to hear her husband's soft voice from across, let alone the call they used to make now. Although often heard but still Dea's heart did not stop shaking when the call of love was thrown from the thick lips Dava who was very kissable.

"Darling you're still in court?" dava asks because there is no answer from his wife, Dea is aghast as Dava's voice interrupts his daydreams over Dava's affectionate call to him.

"Ah yes, thank you for breakfast." replied Dea wave, sounding the ruckus across. It seems Dava knows the behavior of Dea who always makes Dava feel at home even though just staring full face Dea alone.

"Thank you only?" Dea raised one eyebrow with Dava's question, then what else? inner asked.

"So I have to pay?" and if Dava was near Dea, Dava would happily kiss and would not let go of Dea all day. Sunday will be fun, right? Just two with Dea in their apartment.

"Yes sure, nothing's free, honey. You know that, right?" Dea snorted bitterly, Dea even though it had already soared high because of Dava's attention this time. Then what the fuck is this? Dea involuntarily snorted.

"So how much do I have to pay?" dea asked loudly, actually Dava wanted to laugh but quickly he could bear to hear Dea's tinge to him for the first time even though Dava had done worse than this, Dea was still her gentle and loving girl.

Never once did Dea shout or fight her, all she did was avoid anything Dava disliked.

"One day I'll ask you myself, take a break. bye wifey ILY." the connection was cut off just before Dea replied.

Dea sighed resignedly and then laid her body in bed with a hugging cell phone flowers and notes from Dava.

"ILY hubby" she said to her quiet room, but her name was also Dea. He still smiled despite any crap on his handsome husband, not want to bother also what payment Dava would ask him.

Even Dea's curiosity about where her husband was going vanished instantly when Dea could hear her husband's baritone voice, even though she was only a dozen years old just like him.

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Madison,03/07/20