I haven’t fully processed that. That she’s going to be staying here, maybe not sleeping over, but spending a significant portion of her time in my house.
Not like I’ll be here.
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Chapter 36
Gabrielle’s POV
This job is not so bad. I’ve only had it for about four to five days. I thought it was going to be stressful. Honestly, the first day was, but Lincoln stayed true to his word. He honestly is hardly ever home. I didn’t feel so good about staying over at his house, even though it is very nice here.
It’s Friday now. Usually the setup we have at the moment is that I go home when Lincoln gets in.
That Monday he came home at around 9:00 p.m., the day I came in and started working, when Sarah, that bitch, showed up. The next day he came in around 11:30. What was interesting is that he texted me and told me that he was going to be late, probably getting home around midnight, so I could tuck in Morris and head home if I wanted, and he could order me a shuttle ride.
He tried to convince me to stay, but no way in hell I’m staying over at his house.
At least not until I get things in order. And also because I want to be a little stubborn, if I’m being honest.
But my stubbornness is even starting to get to me, because going home that late at night while bone tired is exhausting.
It’s so hilarious because this job is not any different than how it was when I was a housewife. Yes, I had my remote job at home, but Lincoln was right. It was a much easier job, and I had the freedom to do whatever I needed to do.
Cook for him.
Clean.
Take care of Walnut.
Basically, I did whatever I wanted.
And what it really was, was cleaning up any mess either of us made.
And just like that, the memories, like chocolate chips, sprinkle over the canvas of dough in my heart.
It was one of the days Lincoln was running late.
“Baby where’s my other shoe! God damn it I’m going to be late. Why did you let me oversleep?!” Lincoln said to me frantically as he hopped around the house trying desperately to put his clothes on as he searched for his other shoe.
I remember how I was trying hard not to laugh. “Baby I didn’t tell you to go back to sleep.”
“Yeah well I told you I needed to get out of bed and you decided to be a damn succubus and pull me back in.”
“You came so hard too. Then you went right back to sleep. That was not my fault. But that was pretty hot,” I smiled, my heart tingling at the memory.
“Babe please I’m being serious.”
“Just admit it was hot. I literally put you back to sleep.”
“I was already tired and I’m late please oh my fucking god,” Lincoln said, getting frustrated, putting his back up against the living room wall of our old house and placing his face in his hands. “I’m going to lose my job. I’m going to lose my job over some pussy.”
“Excuse me mister,” I said in mock outrage. “This isn’t just some pussy for your information. This is your wife’s pussy and even if you did lose your job, which you won’t, because you’re too important…” I said, straightening up his shirt and buttoning the top button. “I’ll always be here no matter what.”
“Yeah women always say that.”
“I was here for you when you had nothing, Link. And I’ll be here no matter what. Come hell or high water. I married you, not your money,” I said, cradling his face with my hands as he looked down at me, still with a hint of frenetic panic in his eyes.
“Now breathe,” I said. Lincoln followed my instructions, closed his eyes for half a second and took a breath. Probably at that moment he thought he was really going to lose his job. “Look behind you. Under your bag.”
