The Cherished Wife

"Charles!"

"Enough, Mom. I don't have time for this. It's getting late, and I need to grab dinner." Charles ended the call and noticed Noelle gripping his hand tightly. He quirked an eyebrow and asked in a gentle voice, "What's up?"

Noelle shook her head. "Are you and your mother not getting along?" With the way Charles had just spoken to his mother, it was obvious things were strained. Noelle felt a twinge of sadness. "Is there some kind of misunderstanding between you two?"

"No, not at all!" Charles patted Noelle's head with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. Didn't they say dinner's ready? Come on, let's eat!"

Charles clearly wanted to avoid the subject, and Noelle, sensing this, could only agree. "Alright, I'll get your plate ready!"

said, watching Noelle walk away. There was a shadow of something more in

was off today. His mood had been soured by that call from his mother, Clarisse. She did not know the specifics of what was

then back to Charles, she could not

Charles seemed to be working through his frustrations, and Noelle found herself caught in the crossfire. It was then she realized how intense men could be when

of bed with the sun barely up, every muscle in her back screaming and her waist stiff as a board. It felt like her body had gone through a blender. And there he was, Charles, the reason for her agony, leaning casually against the door with

going to be late

a mix of anger and morning grogginess.

one hand while the other circled Noelle's waist. He planted a kiss on her forehead, chuckling. "Come on, up and at 'em. Breakfast is waiting." Noelle shoved him back, her hands up like a fierce little kitten. "Did you not hear me? Guest room. Tonight. I'm not messing around,