You had barely grabbed your coat when Sylvian planted himself in front of the door like a human barricade.
“You cannot just leave me! What if something terrible happens while you browse books? What if… what if you trip on a rug? Or—”
“Or what?” you interrupted, knowing this is full drama again.
“Or… or buy the wrong edition! Or… or someone… someone look at you for more than five second?!” He flailed his arms, eyes wide, voice rising with panic. “Or worse… talks to you and I am not there to witness it?! Who knows what they might say to you?!”
You sigh deeply, trying to push past him.
“No! No! Absolutely impossible for you to leave me! And also… what if someone sees you walking alone, and they think, ‘Oh, she’s single, she must be lonely… maybe I can—’ NO! That cannot happen! I am your husband! I claim your cuddles, your kisse, and your very attention!” He gestured wildly at you, eyes darting suspiciously.
“And besides,” he continued, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper, “if you go alone, I might… I might just have to follow you secretly. Like… like a literary ninja. And that would be… exhausting. For both of us. Do you really want me to suffer while pretending not to hover?”
You suppressed a laugh while saying, “Sylvian Myer Draxell, you’re insane.”
“INSANE?!” for a second, he almost look like he’s done. But as if remembering something, he opened his mouth again and said, “But what if you don’t like the bookstore lights? you realy have to bring, I’ll bring our lamp!”
You facepalmed, clearly done with his tons of reasoning. So before he could say another word, you showered his face with kisses and aaked sweetly “hubby, please stay home? I’ll be back nefore you huff for one hundred time”
He pouted but enjoyed the kiss anyway. With a huff that can beat a kid demied for candy he says, “Ugh. Fine go. But I am… deeply wounded already. Know that I’ll sulk and hmph!”
After a few more kisses, you finally go. Few hours of your departure, Sylvian’s attention snapped to social media. After his tons of messages to you, he decided to scroll a little and sa a pastel lingerie set gleamed on his feed. Without thinking, he messaged the seller, “Hi! How much is this set?”
The seller replied, friendly and profesional, but panic hit Sylvian after realizing it’s a girl
Sylvian jumped almost from the couch, pacing, waving his arms. “Wait! I didn’t know the seller is a girl! Oh no, wifey will hate me! I need to ask her what to say…” he yelped befote typing frantically, “Wait, I didn’t know the seller is a girl. I’ll ask wifey what to say because she hates it when I talk to girls 😣”
Then, in full panic, he immediately messaged you “wifey, a girl just texted me and I don’t want to upset you. What should I reply?!”
Meanwhile, you were flipping through new releases at the bookstore when your phone buzzed. A sigh left your mouth reading his chat before you replied, “What? Who?” followed by, “Do you always have to send me every girl who chats you? Last time was your mom 🤦🏻♀️.”
In an instant,“No, not mom this time. Look,” he replied, sending a screenshot.
Your eyes went wide, and gasp loudly attracting some attention Not because it’s a girl, but because of the conversation with those lengirie he was about to buy!
“That’s a seller!” you texted back. “And why are you buying those?!?!”
He fumbled to reply, realizing the he forgot to crop the screenshot, “Uh-oh… that was supposed to be a surprise😓”
The last thing you typed with gritted teeth was, “Wait till I get home.”
By the time you returned, Sylvian was in full regret mode, standing in the middle of the living room like a guilty schoolboy in a slow-motion indian film. Eyes cast downward, fingers twisting, shuffling his feet.
“I… uh… I didn’t mean—” he started, voice low, quivering.
“Sylvian Myer Draxell, look at me!” He hesitantly did, cheeks flushed, hands clasped.
“I wanted it to be a cute surprise… just for you… I didn’t think… I thought you’d like it. Really! I just… I wanted you to feel special, not mad. Not mad at all…” he mumbled