Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"I'm not angry at you, but that doesn't mean I don't mind,"

said Carlos as he pulled Debbie into his arms. "So you need to make me happy."

"Okay. How about I sing a song for you?" She put her phone aside and cradled his neck.

"What? 'Pray for You' again?" Carlos asked through gritted teeth.

Debbie stuck out her tongue and made a face. "No, no, no! I don't want to be buried alive again. Grave mold is a bad look for me."

Her reaction amused Carlos, who pinched her nose and ordered playfully, "Then sing."

Debbie rested her head on his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat. "This is my favorite song. Hope you'll enjoy it."

"Uh-huh."

Carlos moved the slider on the dimmer, and instantly the room was cloaked in darkness. The neon lights of the city came in through the window, bathing everything in the room in a curious cast of blue. Tucked in his arms, Debbie looked him in the eye and started to sing. "I've seen the world, done it all, had my cake now. Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now. Hot summer nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild. The crazy days, city lights, the way you'd play with me like a child. Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful..."

Carlos had long known that Debbie was a good singer. She seemed to have magic in her voice; his restless mind cooled down when she started singing. That was why he liked to hear her soaring vocals. She was able to hit some intense parts, and there were times when her voice went positively stratospheric. She was gifted, and he was a lucky man.

And singing had an effect on her as well. When she hit those emotional parts, her eyes would start tearing up. She was able to feel what she was doing, give it some punch from deep in her lungs and enthrall an audience. "Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will. Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please let me bring my man. When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in. Father tell me if you can. Oh that grace, oh that body, oh that face makes me wanna party. He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds..."

His eyes were as deep as the ocean; she couldn't help but lose herself in them.

She finished off with a beautiful line. "Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?" As she crooned, her voice was low and angelic, as tender as a baby's skin, and as soft as new fallen snow. She relaxed finally, done with her rendition of Lana Del Rey's "Young and Beautiful". After a moment's pause, she added, "Will you?"

She was so nervous waiting for his answer.

Carlos lowered his head, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered in her ear, "Yes, I will."

to surrender to sleep. They were buzzing with all the pleasant emotions the song and Carlos' words had stirred in them. It was so wonderful that

of the quilt, her schoolmates had already eaten their breakfast and left for

were still closed. Carlos made her sit on his lap, helped her pull on

senses. She looked at her messy hair in the mirror, and then turned to Carlos, who was already in

I'm good. When did you get up? I had no clue.

for 3 hours already." He answered

splashed some water on her face, and took over her toothbrush. "Don't

I'll wait in the dining

time before he started working—it was 10:05 a.m.

brushing her teeth and washing her face, Debbie began her morning skin care routine. First, a skin toner to get rid of excess dirt, traces of oil and makeup, and correct and balance the pH of her skin. She also didn't want acne. Then, an antioxidant serum to neutralize

up in the dining room, it was

'She said she would be quick, but it still

rushed, how long would it have been?' He closed the lid on his laptop and walked up to his wife,

and asked, "You

sat opposite her, picked up a boiled egg, and began to peel it. Watching him was fascinating, because he was so good at it. He rolled the egg on the table to form

stood up from her seat,

tummy and complained, "I thought you were eating too, but I pigged out on this." All he had done was

taken a

"Full?" he asked.

sweater and showed him her big belly. "People might think I'm pregnant," she

cleaned his hands with a wet napkin and stood next to her.

If you get me pregnant, I won't forgive you!" Debbie

raised her fists and beat his chest repeatedly. "You didn't use any condoms. Nor did I

asked with dark eyes, "You don't want to

before. Why is he asking me again?' she mused. After some consideration, she answered, "You got me wrong. If I were pregnant, I would give