Since when did Christopher have a gun on him? I have lifted his shirt before, so how did I not notice it? I found myself speechless at the thought of that.
The doctor wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and said cautiously, âI am looking for the cause of the problem, mister. Given the number of tests weâve performed, this is a lot of data to go through. From what I can tell, your wife is just a little anemic. Keep in mind that youâre the one requesting for us to run these tests, so itâs not like weâre trying to rip you off or anything! I can have the finance office refund half of the costs if youâre dissatisfied with our services!â
âReally? Thatâs it?â Both Christopher and I asked in unison.
âY-Yes⦠The data on these reports show no signs of any major issues, so you are indeed healthy, maâam.â
Seeing as the doctor was on the verge of breaking down in tears, I grabbed Christopher and took off before the doctor called the police. Pulling a gun on a doctor over an examination? I bet weâd make the headlines tomorrow for such a bizarre incident!
Christopher and I were both glad to hear that I was all right and that I wasnât suffering from any terminal illness. I still had a long life ahead of me, which would give me plenty of time to hold his hand and do the stuff we love.
Upon getting into his car, Christopher pinned me down in the back seat, and we had some pretty crazy sex. It all happened so quickly that I didnât even have the chance to refuse his advances.
Sabrina held a very grand wedding and had an incredibly long list of guests. I woke up at six in the morning and hurriedly dragged Christopher out of bed, much to his annoyance.
With one swift motion, Christopher pulled me back onto the bed and pinned me down as he went back to sleep. âWhy are you so worked up about someone elseâs wedding?â
âBut I promised Sabrina Iâd head over earlier and be her bridesmaid! Come on, get up!â I explained while pushing against him, but he refused to get up. With no other options left, I decided to throw the covers off and tickle him instead.
However, he reached out and grabbed me by the wrist before my fingers could even touch him. How he did that with his eyes closed remained a mystery to me.
âYou naughty little girl!â He pointed at his cheek and motioned for me to kiss him or he wouldnât get out of bed. I then kissed him on his forehead, his cheek, his lips, and his chin before pulling at his arm again. âThere! You happy now?â
âHmph, thatâs more like it!â Christopher then held his hands out for me to dress him as if he was some sort of king.
It was already past eight when we got into the car. Sabrina called me and threatened to kick my butt if I didnât show up as promised. Glancing at my white dress and the makeup on my face, I asked Christopher, âHow do I look as a bridesmaid? I donât want to embarrass Sabrina on her big day!â
âYou look beautiful, but I think youâre forgetting something here.â Christopher yawned and planted a kiss on my cheek as he continued, âYouâre a married woman, and bridesmaids are supposed to be unmarried ladies.â
I let out a cry in shock after a brief pause.
âChristopher and I may not have held a wedding, but we are still a married couple! What should I do if I canât become your bridesmaid, Sabby?â I asked Sabrina anxiously like a girl suffering from gamophobia.
âSo what if youâre married? I donât mind that at all!â Sabrina was pacing about in the house, asking me from time to time if she looked pretty in that wedding dress of hers. After what seemed like forever, she mustered the courage and asked, âSay, do you think Zachary will suddenly change his mind and decide to not marry me? He hasnât been answering my calls since yesterday, nor has he called me all day. I gave him a call this morning, but he hung up on me in less than a minute! Has he gotten sick of me before weâre even married?â
âHave you forgotten what you told me on the phone yesterday? You said your family has a tradition of not meeting the person youâre about to marry or itâll bring bad luck!â