Once the two children were lulled to sleep together, Victor picked Monica up and put her on the bed. He leaned over her, their noses touching...
"You seem to be having fun... but it feels like you've been neglecting your husband for a while..."
"Hey..." Monica wanted to retort. This man was accusing her unjustly. They were intimate nearly every night. How was that suppose to be neglecting him?
However, her protest was silenced by Victor's kiss.
Subsequently, the sound of tearing pajamas echoed from the bedroom...
Victor, even at thirty-four, she was more infatuated with his muscular physique. Especially, his habit of kissing her neck, it was an addiction she foresaw never conquering in this lifetime...
"No matter what you do, I will be standing behind you. Even if the sky falls, I will be here to hold it up for you!"
These were the words Victor whispered into Monica's ear before they fell asleep.
