Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



After freshening up, Elysia glanced at the clock and realized it was almost 4 PM.

Her stomach was grumbling loudly with hunger.

She walked downstairs in Tarquin's shirt, and as soon as she reached the staircase, a delightful aroma hit her nose.

Her taste buds tingled with anticipation, and she quickened her pace toward the kitchen.

But upon entering, there was no sign of Tarquin, and the stove was off. Puzzled, she then heard the innocent yelps from outside.

It sounded like puppies calling out.

Driven by curiosity, Elysia stepped outside and found someone busy grilling.

The weather was pleasant, with a BBQ grill under a patio umbrella, sizzling with various skewers.

Tarquin, wearing board shorts and a white tee, expertly flipped the skewers, surrounded by a group of eager puppies drooling at the mouth.

Elysia's hunger intensified, feeling like she could devour a whole pig!

The quarrel from last night forgotten, she raced over to him, exclaiming, "That smells amazing."

Tarquin turned with a smile, his gaze unintentionally dropping to her legs.

Her legs were long, straight, and fair.

Under the guise of his shirt, they were even more striking.

His eyes narrowed with an intrigued expression.

Noticing his gaze, Elysia was about to snap at him when Tarquin suddenly shifted his attention and said to the puppies:

"Looks like the little scavenger is here, dinner time!"

He tossed some raw meat to the puppies to munch on aside and then picked up a few perfectly grilled skewers, blowing on them before handing one to Elysia,

"Take it slow, careful, it's hot."

As Elysia reached for the skewer, Tarquin playfully pulled it away, leaning in for a quick peck.

Elysia was about to scold him when he stuffed the skewer in her mouth, effectively silencing her.

She accepted the skewer and didn't forget to kick him lightly.

Tarquin's face was full of adoration, "Tastes good?"

"Mhm! Delicious!"

Tarquin's handsome face broke into a smile. He had heard that to win a woman's heart, you must first win over her stomach!

Taking good care of her appetite meant she couldn't stay away from him.

And since he had been a bit harsh on her last night, he knew he had some making up to do.

The weather was just right, not too cold or too warm.

After the barbecue, they strolled along the beach, video calling the kids and capturing beautiful scenes.

In the evening, Elysia expressed a desire to watch videos of Elijah as a toddler.

So, they curled up on the couch in the home theater, watching together.

Tarquin was a dedicated father, evident from the videos he had taken of Elijah.

He was patient and attentive, truly embodying the role of both mother and father.

He had captured Elijah's milestones, from birthdays to everyday moments.

Videos of Elijah's first attempts at eating, sitting up, calling out "Daddy," and taking his first steps...

Elysia curled up on the couch, leaning on his shoulder, alternately laughing and being moved to tears.

They watched all night but still hadn't seen everything.

She insisted on more, but Tarquin, concerned for her well-being, turned off the projector, suggesting they continue another time,

"Let's sleep now and watch more later. We have all the time in the world."

With her eyes teary, Elysia climbed onto him,

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Tarquin, leaning back on the couch with her in his arms, tenderly stroked her back,

"I'm his father. It's my duty. No need for thanks."

Elysia rested her head on his shoulder, silent for a moment before playfully biting his shoulder and neck...

Tarquin, tilting his head back against the couch, pulled her closer...

After making love twice in the home theater and once more in their bedroom, they woke up in the afternoon again.

This time, Elysia wasn't as hungry. Tarquin mentioned he had steamed some seafood for her and went downstairs to serve it, but she clung to him, not wanting to let go.

For some reason, she felt incredibly attached to him and didn't want to be apart.

Tarquin, indulgently patting her head, offered, "Shall I carry you down to eat?"