7.

My husband's house was just as gorgeous as he was.

It was a two storey building, cobbled driveway with a high fence wrapped around the building. The house itself was white, large windows on the second and bottom floor, black panels framing said windows. Tiny orange dotted light, wrapped around the house and I just knew that the interior was going to be as gorgeous as the exterior.

Wren led me up to the door, with his hand on the small of my back. He had a keypad but the door also had a lock too.

"Why?" the word left my mouth, his back was to me so even if I had signed he wouldn't have seen me.

"My siblings aren't the best people." he paused to sign and then he pushed the door open. I had met his sister and I know based on our meeting that maybe she wasn't that nice. I wondered how many siblings he has.

Immediately I walked into the house, I was wrapped in warmth. I took off my jacket and handed it to him, he signed for me to hold on. He pressed a panel on the wall and a long slim cut out storage space slid out. He hung our jackets and lightly pushed it closed.

Wren's house was so gorgeous.

I feel like I have said that before.

The interior walls were alternating black and white walls, potted plants, a samsung wall tv. The same tiny gold lights were scattered along the ceiling. He had his designs on the walls and I really liked how they looked. I had seen enough of his art to know what his work looked like.

"Want to relax here or join me in the kitchen?" he signed, his two fingers crossed in a k, his thumb pressed against his fore finger.

"Kitchen, please."

The kitchen was sleek and huge. It seemed like a place Wren used all the time. Black mare counter, white cabinets and a huge fridge, twice the size of anything I had ever seen. I knew he cooked occasionally but I didn't know he liked it.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Sweet red wine, if you've got any." I signed.

"A sweet drink for my sweet Bailey." he signed, chuckling. My cheeks heated up and I didn't even know how to react. We had confessed our feelings for each other and had made our way to his home where he was about to make me dinner. We still hadn't spoken much about it but it was awkward nor was I pressed to know. I liked knowing he liked me.

There was a large door leading to a pantry and Wren walked out with a bottle of perfectly chilled red wine. He grabbed two glasses, poured it and gently slid it over to me.

After taking a sip of my wine, I switched on my speech to text on my phone.

"So what are you making me?"

"I came home earlier and made shrimp ceviche, it's in the fridge. I can also make you something light, I've got bread, cream cheese, Persian cucumbers and citrus cured smoked salmon. I can make you a sandwich."

My mouth was watering thinking about it. "Would it be bad if I want to eat everything?"

"Anything you want. I'll make you anything you want." he said and I giggled.

"What's the main course though?" I asked, fingers moving swiftly.

"Chicken masala and rice."

It was so much fun watching Wren cook. He told me to just sit and relax. I  watched him grab a saucepan and fill it with two cups of water. We talked and I signed, when his back was to me, I spoke. Time goes until suddenly he's stirring in tomato sauce and chicken stock, seasoning with salt and pepper to taste. He stirred in heavy cream.

"That looks very good." I said, stumbling over the g.

"Thank you. I hope you like it." he said.

He plates the food with a sprinkle of cilantro on it. He had also taken out the shrimp ceviche and showed up with another bottle of wine. The food was wonderful and I made sure to let him know. He promised to make the salmon sandwich for me another day. For dessert, he pulls out two ben and jerry's ice cream from the freezer. I was so full that I had a little food baby but I really liked the ice cream he had gotten.

"The best day." I signed.

"The best date." he signed and I smiled. I was so happy that I was getting a little light headed thinking about everything.

"Oh, is this a date?"

"I don't cook for people. You're the first person I have ever brought home." Wren signed and I blinked at him. "I like you. I like you a lot and I want a relationship with you." he added, the tips of his ears burning red. He looked very adorable. I wanted a relationship with him as well. Maybe even marriage.

I already called him my husband.

"This is the best date ever." I told him, smiling softly. "Let's date."

"Yes!" Wren cheered and I cackled, my hand resting on the table. I have never seen him this happy and I liked it. I made him smile like this.

I stayed for a bit more, helped him rinse the plates and put it in the dishwasher. I didn't drink any more wine and instead grabbed a bottle of water. I sent Desmond a quick text telling him I would soon be on my way home.

I stayed with Wren for thirty more minutes, the two of us sitting on his plush soft grey couch and just talking. Our fingers moved swiftly as we signed. Occasionally Wren would speak and I would read his lip.

His lips. What he would taste like.

I wonder how they would feel. They would be soft.

When it was time to go, I really didn't want to. I wanted to stay with my husband. To stay with Wren so we could talk more but it was our first date though. There would be more to come, if I can do anything about it.

I had already ordered an uber and it was waiting outside.

Wren gets my coat and helps me slip it on. He led me out of the house, slipping his hand into mine as we made our way down the driveway to the gates where the uber was waiting.

"Text me when you get home, okay?" he said and I nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Of course. Lunch is on me. I'll make you something." he signed and I grinned.

"I'm going to put on more weight if you keep feeding me like this." I signed, laughing just a bit.

"You'd still be as beautiful as you are now, Bailey." Wren signed. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to my cheek and then another to my forehead.

"Wren. . ."

"Time to go home, lovely."

The entire ride home, I could not stop smiling. I shared my trip with Desmond so he'd know where I was. I leaned my head against the window, smiling like a loon as I thought about the whole evening. It was so wonderful. So good.

When I had gotten home, I sent Des and Wren a text, telling them I was home. I took a quick shower and changed into a soft white shirt and plaid pajama pants.

From my husband: good night, lovely

To my husband: good night, Wren.

-

Work was slow and I just wanted it to be lunch time already.

Today had to be the slowest day ever.

For today, I had on a grey soft turtleneck and a cream knit oversized sweater. My hair falling into my face in a fringe. Wren and I have been texting all day, starting with a good morning text at seven this morning.

The lights flash red just as the door to the store was pushed open and a man walked in. He was tall and looked a lot like . . .  Wren. Nooooo.

Desmond appeared by my side and I sighed. I already knew Desmond was going to ask the customary, Hi. How may we help you today?

This man. This man was tall, his hair was pitch black and cut low, he looked just like Wren but I wanted to know what he was going to say. So I subtly turned on the speech to text function on my laptop.

"You can't be Bailey." the man said, sneering at Desmond. He turned his gaze towards me and I almost shivered by how cold his eyes were.

"How may we help you?" I asked, trying to appear and be confident.

"Lena said you were mute. She's never wrong." the man said as he walked forward. I read the words on the tablet and I mentally sighed.

Desmond pressed closer to my side and I saw his lips move but it was too fast to catch what he said. However, Wren's sibling frowned and then the sneer appeared on his face again.

"If you don't need anything, please leave my store." I said, blankly staring at the man in front of me.

"This is interesting. My sociopath of a brother has found a boyfriend who is. . .deaf." He burst into laughter and man am I glad I couldn't hear it.

I stared at the word on the screen and frowned. Sociopath. No.  Wren was not a sociopath.

"The freak that doesn't laugh, or smile. The freak who never enjoys anything, the lying bastard. He does not like you, do not let him deceive you. I want to say he pity's you but I don't think the freak even feels pity."

The store hadn't been empty and I could see some head peeking out between the shelves to stare at the scene. The lights flash red as the door to the store was pulled open and Wren walked in. He was dressed in an all black outfit, black sweater, black long coat, black jeans and black beanie. His face hardens when he sees his sibling.

"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour. Everyone was dying to meet your new lover. He must be quite the lay. When you fuck does he even moan?" I frowned at the words  on my screen and was literally about to tell this very rude man to get out of my store when the man tried to reach for Wren, who grabbed the man's hand, twisting it and pressing it tight to his sibling's back.

He tells Desmond something and in the blink of an eye, Desmond was pulling the door open and Wren literally threw his brother out of the store. I took a deep breath but I was too irritated to calm down. I got away from the counter, pushing the nearest door open and heading out into the cold.

What the fuck was happening?

Should I expect more siblings?

Was Wren really a sociopath?

I mean, he was not the most reactive person I know but that doesn't make him a sociopath and he didn't have or exhibit any of the traits so . . . What the fuck was happening?

I kept pacing, rubbing my hand up and down my arm. I was out of it that I didn't notice the presence near me until I was tapped lightly on the shoulder. Wren took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulder.

"I am so sorry about Mark. I didn't know he was going to come here as well. I am sorry about my siblings harassing you. You don't deserve that. Please do not listen to anything he has said. He is a mean person." Wren signed, his fingers moving quickly.

"This is my place of work. It's one of my safe places and so far your siblings have come here to insult me twice. How many do you have? Should I expect more people?"

"I have just a brother and sister, Lena and Mark. No one else will show up, I swear to you. I am so sorry about them."

"You were right though." I signed, sighing. "Your siblings are really not the best people. Can I ask what is going on?"

Wren sighed. "My dad is the owner of a big fashion company and he wants me to take over the business and not my elder siblings. He likes the fact that I was able to build my company up and make it successful. He thinks I would do the same to his. The shareholder's meeting is coming up and my dad is going to make the announcement even though I have told him countless times that I do not want to run his company. Mark and Lena think they deserve to and frankly, I do not want to fight or interact with them if it isn't necessary."

Oh my god.

This happened in real life? I always saw situations like this in telenovlas. I didn't know what to do or how to react.

I let out a sigh and kicked a stone. Wren moved closer, one of his hand resting on my arm and the other cupping my face and lifting it up so I could look at him, his thumb stroking my cheek. "I am so sorry, Bailey."

—

Wren really doesn't have the best siblings.

Poor Bailey 🥺

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