𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙽𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢~~ It was 1:00 AM when asher finally opened the door to the penthouse, his tie loose, hair messy. The traffic had ruined his night. His jaw clenched as he leaned against the steering wheel earlier, whispering with frustration, “Why now... of all nights.” Today was your anniversary. Asher stepped quietly into the bedroom—and stopped. You were already asleep. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. His chest ached when he saw it. So many homecooked meals, You had waited… and hoped. He returned to the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently brushed your hair from your forehead. "I’m sorry—” “Read me a bedtime story,” you mumbled, eyes still closed. He blinked. “Huh?” “You’re late. No kissing, no talking, no sorry-sorry. Just bedtime story, Daddy~” He froze. Ears bright red. “You— You brat—” “You’re the one who married me~” you giggled. He sighed in defeat, already pulling off his jacket and sliding into bed behind you. “Mhm. I win. Now cuddle me and narrate, cold prince.” He joined you under the blanket, laying close. “Once upon a time,” he began, brushing your cheek, “there was a cold, lonely prince who only liked reading under trees... until a baseball smacked his face.” You giggled. "Sounds like someone I married" “Shhhh, Anyway that baseball came from the sparkliest, bossiest, most beautiful princess the world had ever seen. She ran to him and said, ‘OH MY GOSH I’M SO SORRY—ARE YOU OKAY?!’ but he said nothing. She thought the prince is mute" “Wow, she sounds like a drama queen.” “She was. But she was his drama queen.” You got shy and hid your face until he pulled your hands away. “The next day, she came back... using sign language. Because she thought, if he can’t talk, I’ll learn his language. She tried to talk in signs. He froze. Not because he is mute— but because her smile stole all his words" He kissed your cheek and whispered soft