My Dreamy Old Husband

Michael let his armor down the moment Carmen told him sweetly, “Here, Daddy, I’ll blow on the mosquito bites for you.” He had planned to sneak out at midnight so that he could secretly return all her newfound pets to their rightful owners, but he was so moved by his daughter’s warm gestures that he found himself relenting instead.

Michael certainly had not expected Carmen to bring a lamb into the courtyard while he was doing the dishes.

“Daddy, can I—”

Michael faltered and screamed inwardly, No, you can’t. You can’t!

Once again, Michael was at a loss for words.

By the end of the day, two baby lambs were added to Carmen’s collection of farm animals and Michael let out a dry sob as he heard the lambs bleating in the yard.

But the moment he turned to see his little girl snuggled up against him, he felt all his resentment and frustration dissipate into nothing.

It had been a long day. Flipping over, Michael pulled his sweetheart into his arms and fell asleep shortly after.

At midnight, a few people showed up outside of Michael’s house.

“Alright; Dan has already led the guards away. Wait for me here. I’ll be back before you know it!” Sophia instructed quietly as she went over to where Dimon and the others were standing. There was a large bag slung over her shoulder.

Dimon watched as she dashed over to the courtyard, looking clumsy with the heavy bag in tow.

Sophia had scoped out the landscape during the day and had taken note of the camera that was positioned by the front entrance. She avoided it and headed over to a hidden part of the courtyard, where she knew the dog hole would be.

When she came upon this dog hole during her stake out earlier that day, Sophia had made sure that she would be able to squeeze through it without being captured by the camera.

Dimon watched as Sophia found the hole and crawled through it. Once she had managed that, she reached out an arm and said, “Dimon, give me the bag.”

Cringing, he handed the bag over to her.

forced Michael into crawling through a dog hole

since, seeing as Sophia was now

infiltrated the courtyard, Sophia slung the bag over her shoulder

the one in the courtyard. She carefully

instead of using refrigerators, the villagers

had been stored into the cellar. There was nothing left but a quarter of a lotus root, a couple of eggs, tomatoes, and a

cooked that corn… I’ll

She made sure that it still cast its light into the cellar while she rummaged through her bag and

a packet of cigarettes and chewing gum. Then, she lowered a sealed

they would be fresh

massive bag that had been filled with food items was now deflated as Sophia emptied its contents into the cellar. As she did so, she felt relieved knowing that Michael and

with her own task that she hadn’t even noticed when, at some point, a figure appeared behind her. He stayed hidden in the shadows as

as she happily piled junk

up the cellar,

she laid a packet of pig feed on top of the stockpile. Upon seeing that, Michael was

by the cellar. She was a study in enigma, like a rare flower whose heady perfume aroused Michael in

sense of urgency seized him and there was a deep hunger within him that he could no longer keep

that moment, he could feel the blood coursing through his body in heated passion and he only had one thing on

testosterone-driven, Michael grabbed Sophia and pinned her against

someone suddenly swept her up and

her ear, his breath stirring her hair in

relaxed upon realizing

she called out gently, reaching her arms around his broad

stature, she could only cling onto Michael by reaching around

her cheeks and earlobes. Sophia could feel

all the firewood after cooking and the heat of the stove had since died down, so he knew it wouldn’t