Status Updates From Married Without Benefits

I’m going to throw up. No I’m literally going to throw up. I’m throwing up.

Oh lord my heart… he just chewed and spit out my heart 😔

Slow burn? More like barely a simmer.

Obsessed with Lillian! I LOVE her personality

“I stared at her, horrified. “I’m...pregnant.”
“You mean...me?”
“No.” I exhaled, half-laughing in disbelief, half on the verge of collapse. “I mean me, Dr. Lillian Tariq is pregnant with her lying husband’s spawn.”
She blinked. “Oh.”

So now after three months of resisting u can forgive him😐

“He blinked at me—slowly, dumbly, as if his brain needed a reboot—but I kept going. “And of course she’s perfect, and beautiful—”
“You’re perfect and beautiful,” he interjected.
“—and five-foot-four, and roughly the width of a breadstick.”
“Who said I wanted that”

All I needed to know Tuh

“Wait—you were at his mom’s funeral, right? Who are you?”
“I’m the other woman Khalifa’s married to.” She let her gaze fall to the hoodie I was wearing—his hoodie—and then back up to my face. Her lips twisted, not kindly. “And you,” she said, “must be my sister wife.”

OH HELL NAH WE WAS JS HAPPY IK TS WAS BAD CUZ THERE TOO MUCH LEFT

I have been deprived of how that man dirty talks IM KNOWING HIS GAME CRAZY

“New rule,” he whispered roughly. “No clothes allowed in the loft. God, my wife is beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
I laughed quietly before his mouth found mine again—deeper this time, urgent, consuming, tongues knotting, teeth clashing. The world outside disappeared, fancy fabric fluttered to the ground, and everything I’d spent so long denying finally gave way”
It fades to black🙂

“He found the back of my dress, fingers brushing against the zipper. For a moment, he stilled, his lips at my ear. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice shaking with restraint. “Tell me to stop until I’ve begged for it. Until I’ve earned it. Because I haven’t, Lillian. I’m definitely not worthy enough to see you like this, to touch you like this.”

Oh wow

“His gaze caught mine after he was done. “Don’t ever feel like you have to make yourself smaller for me,” he said. “Or for anyone. Your height isn’t an inconvenience, Lillian—it’s breathtaking.”
His words hung in the air, charged with an unspoken promise, encouraging me to see myself through his eyes.”

🥲

“His stare swept down once, landing on my feet. “Flats?”
“They’re practical.”
He turned and disappeared down the hallway. When he came back, he was holding the heels I’d left on my bed—the ones I’d wanted to wear.
“Sit,” he said”

Ugh I actually love that she’s a lil taller because I feel like it js goes to show that he doesn’t want to make her smaller he wants her exactly as she is

“How are you supposed to take on the world on an empty stomach?”
I squinted suspiciously at the fork. “You’re bossy.”
“I’m also right,” he countered, nudging my jaw. “So open up.”
Before my brain could form another excuse, he slipped the buttery and sweet bite between my lips. He fed me another. And another.
“See?” he murmured, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “Not so bad.”

Sigh

“The message was short.
The ones you’ve missed.
Attached was a file.
I opened it, and my breath caught. It was an album—hundreds of photos, neatly dated, each one a sunset. Fiery streaks of orange over rooftops, pink haze melting into blue water, clouds blushing at the horizon. One for every day we’d been married.
He’d...taken them for me. Because he knew I hated missing sunsets.”

Ughhhh

“So I talked while he cooked. About Tina and Dr. Chen and celebrity breakups and every other inconsequential thing my brain could scrounge up. I filled the air the way I always did—words as bubble wrap, cushioning whatever might hurt if we looked at it too closely. ”
I love her. SOOOOO MUCH she doesn’t think before she speaks she always feels like she has to fill vulnerable silences or ruin them and bitch uh

“He held me like it wasn’t a choice. Like something in him had finally cracked open.
And God, I felt it. The peaceful collapse of every wall I’d constructed—carefully, methodically, brick by bitter brick—coming undone by his hands with terrifying ease.”

I love how every touch is so important and it’s not coasted over it meanssss something