Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 50

SEB

It's almost dinner when we arrive at the beach house. I show her the rest of the house, and the last one I take her to is the second-floor terrace.

"Oh, my god. It's beautiful here. I mean, it's paradise. How did you even find this place? Who's crazy selling this beautiful beach house?" 

I wrap my arms around her. "I take it that you like this." 

She leans her body on me. "I love this. I wish I could stay there for more than just a weekend. Thank you for taking me here." 

I kiss her neck. "Baby, I wouldn't be here without you. You brought me here, my love. You're the reason why I'm here with the woman I wanna spend my life with. Remember the client I told you from overseas?" 

She nods. "He owned this beach house. He sold his house when he moved to Canada after marrying a Canadian. I thought you'd like it. This is yours, baby." I fish out the key from my pocket and hand it to her. 

She faces me, her gorgeous eyes widen. "What do you mean this is mine, Sebastian?"

"Advance happy birthday, Abbygail Hughes." I kiss her lips, and her smile widens before she throws herself to me.

"You bought me a beach house for my birthday? Who does that?" She laughs. I cup her face. Jesus, my woman is so emotional lately.

"Thank you, babe. You love me that much, huh?" 

I wipe her tears. "You have no idea how much I love you, haven't you? I told you I would give you the world because you're my life Abbygail. I'm happy when you are. My only duty as your husband, best friend, and a lover is to make you happy." 

She hugs me again. "Thank you. I love you so much if even you won't shower me with gifts like this. I still love you."

After dinner, we decide to call it a night. But the night won't end without pussy eating and cock sucking and a few orgasms. I wake up in the middle of the night to find Abby's not in our bed. As paranoid as I am, I get up and search for Abby, only to find her in the kitchen, eating ice cream from the tub. She's been craving for ice cream, and never a day ends without me noticing her eating ice cream in any flavor.

She doesn't notice me watching her from the door. When she's done, she puts the tub back to the freezer and puts the spoon in the dishwasher. When she sees me in the door, she startles with her hand pressed against her chest.

"You left me alone for ice cream? You're eating a lot of ice cream these days. I wonder why are you still not gaining an ounce of fat." 

She drinks water then comes to me.

"Sorry, babe. I woke up to pee, then my stomach grumbled. So I found ice cream, then the rest you saw it. How long have you been watching me?" 

I hug her, cup her ass, carry her back to our room. I place her on to our bed like a China doll. "I take back what I said earlier. You gained weight, baby. You're heavier than before." 

She scowls. "Are you telling me now that I'm fat?" 

I smile. "Abbygail, either you're fat or thin, nothing's gonna change my love for you. You're still the most beautiful, sexy, and hot woman I've ever seen. Eat whatever you want as long as it won't poison you." 

She lies down in my arms and wraps her legs around mine. "Night, babe." 

I look down at her. "Really, ice cream makes you sleepy?"

She sighs. "Hmmm." Then she sleeps. Strange.

I wake up to the sound of puke, and Abby is not in bed. Fuck! 

That must be the ice cream she ate last night. I run to the bathroom and find her on the toilet bowl. I hold her hair away from her face, and she gestures her hand that she's fine. I take a glass, fill with water, and give it to her.

When she's done puking, she washes her face, gargles, and brushes her teeth. She looks not well, then she goes back to bed.

"I'm fine, babe. That must be the ice cream I ate last night." 

I touch her forehead, thank God, she is not hot. "Can I get you something to drink?" 

She shakes her head.

"Do you want me to call a doctor?" 

She freezes before shakes her head. "Babe, I said I'm fine." She lies down on her side and sleeps again. 

Abby sleeps almost half of the day. I'm preparing lunch when she emerges in the kitchen.

"Good timing, my love. Lunch is almost ready. Sit in there and just be pretty. How do you feel?" 

She comes to me and hugs me from my back. "I'm sorry. I slept for too long. I'll do the cleaning after lunch, okay? I'm a bad wife. Can't feed her husband." 

I chuckle. "You'll burn down the whole kitchen. No, thank you. How are you feeling, by the way?" 

She's still on my back. "I'm feeling great. What's the plan for today?"