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marleyybluu · 7 months

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husband!Rio x f!black!OC ( Toni - no relation to Miss Braxton.)

Word count: 3.2k

Content warning: 18+, smut out the ass, riding, fingering, p in v, creampie, use of the word cock sorry oops, baby-making boogie, doubts about marriage, doubts about kids, fluff, Rio being in love, lot of switching between his names, allusion to food play if you squint hard enough (?). lmk if I missed any.

A/N: this was orginally for... someone else iykyk mind your business, but I switched last minute. Also I gave Rio a middle name lol

(Not my gif, found off Pinterest. but FUCK ME he looks good)

They'd been married for four years. They enjoyed their marital life, going on various trips, spending their money all willy-nilly since it was just the two of them, having parties at their house every holiday but something was missing. At least for Toni. She always wanted to be a mother, children invaded her heart and soul her whole life. Her sisters had children that she loved to babysit, she was even in the delivery room a few times. She'd become a teacher for the sole purpose of spending her days with young ones, making a difference in their lives and loving them wholeheartedly as much as she could.

But it seemed like Rio wasn't in the same boat. Which was stupid because they made sure to have this discussion before they got married and he was on board one hundred percent, Toni wanted to make her husband a father, she wanted to see him cradle a little blanket in his arms, she wanted to see him snuggling next to the chubbiest cheeks and she wanted to see his face light up at their first word but, again, he seemed to not want it for himself.

It was frustrating.

She'd let the four years pass, it was a good time window, they had time to get their lives together and buy a house, fully furnish it, settle into a decent neighbourhood and buy an SUV to fit the little family they dreamed of.

Toni even made sure to let him know when she was ovulating, the perfect opportunity to try and make a child, but he'd shrivel up and disappear when she brought it up. Then she'd spend her nights quietly doubting his interest in kids, his interest in her.

They hadn't spoken in four days, the aftermath of their first real argument, the vibes in the house were heavy and sometimes a bit awkward. She even started staying late at work to avoid him even longer.

They weren't all that selfish, they still said good morning and good night but that was about it. Little to her knowledge it was killing Rio. He hated the silent treatment from her, she was his girl they talked all the time, this had been the best relationship he'd ever been in, he didn't want to fuck it up but it felt like he already did.

He tried sneaking his way back into her heart by leaving little love notes, cooking her favourite meals and turning on her favourite shows in hopes she'd join him on the couch but all he got was the cold shoulder and he understood. He fucked up big time.

"I'm ovulating." She stated plainly. Rio just blinked and shrugged. She groaned. "Christopher, I can't do this anymore, I'm dropping hints that I want to start trying and you... you ignore me."

"I'm not ready."

"When will you be? Because I am."

He chuckled nervously. "Come on, Toni, we cannot be parents. We'll fuck it up."

The look on her face sent his heart into the pit of his stomach, her eyes glossy with tears coming in, and a harsh; "Fuck you, Christopher!" To follow suit. It stung hearing those words, if she ever said them it was more so in a playful manner but this time she had rage, anger behind her words and rightfully so. But tonight he was determined to make amends, he could not keep living like this.

It was Friday, and Toni decided she'd come home a little earlier. Rio sat up quickly at the sound of her car door slamming and the keys on her keychain jingling as she sifted for the house key. The door opened and he tried his best to keep his cool. "Hi, darlin." He greeted.

"Hey." She said in the most monotone voice he'd ever heard. "Hungry?" He asked. "Nah, I'm cool."

Toni slipped off her shoes and crept up the stairs to their room, she placed her purse on a chair nearby and sighed, just ready to shower and lay down for the rest of the weekend. She walked past their bathroom intending to head to her Vanity but a red spot on the floor caught her eye, and then another... and another. But they weren't spots, they were rose petals, a trail of them leading up to the tub that was already filled with water, the smell of her lavender bath bomb invading her senses. On the counter were a few lit candles and her little speaker so she could play music.

She swallowed her smile and headed back to the room to collect her clothes for the night. Meanwhile, Rio was finishing the final touches on his persuasive dinner downstairs. He made Macaroni just the way she taught him, some rice and chicken, even topped it off with a red velvet cake... okay so he bought the cake but it was the thought that counted right?

He set up the table for both of them to eat together, he set up the forks and knives on the table with a small vase of her favourite flower, pink Dahlia's. His palms were suddenly sweaty, tonight was make or break. If he didn't fix things tonight he had no idea where they would stand after.

Almost an hour later, Toni decided she'd close the distance between them only because she was hungry. Her feet pressed against the carpeted stairs as she descended onto the main floor, the living room was empty, Rio left whatever he was watching on pause. Her head whipped over to the kitchen smelling a lovely fragrance, she followed the trail and stopped in her tracks at the opening to the kitchen. She watched as Rio scrambled to plate their food, she tilted her head and smiled lightly, her eyes slowly forming into hearts. Oh, how she loved him.

"Do you want help?" She asked making her presence known, Rio shook his head. "Just sit and be pretty." She giggled. "I have no problem doing that."

She sat around the table, her eyes landing on the Dahlia's, her smile widened. "You got these for me?"

"Of course," He replied walking with two plates in his hand like a waiter, he put hers down first and then his. "Any drink requests?" He asked. She motioned her finger in a 'come here' motion, his eyebrows knitting with confusion but following her non-verbal instruction, she cupped his face pulling him even closer until their lips, moulding into one. She'd been wanting to kiss him for days, she didn't know if she could ever hold a grudge this long again.

The kiss was quick, just a little show of appreciation. She could see a light shade of pink take over his cheekbones. "Do we have any wine?"

"Went and got two new bottles." He says matter of factly. Toni pecked his lips again before sending him off for her drink. He grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle. "You're going to drink wine?" She asked in utter confusion. He couldn't stand wine, his famous line was 'I don't know how you drink this shit.'

He shrugged sitting down. "I can drink wine."

"Christopher... baby you hate wine."

"I can learn to like it."

She knew he was doing everything to soften her up, but the look on his face when he took a first sip was priceless. "Go and get a beer, leave me and my wine alone." He chuckled and quickly grabbed a bottle from the fridge.

The two sat and actually conversed for the first time in four days. It was nice. They talked without missing a beat, he was making her smile and laugh, she told him about the kids at work and the twinkle in her eye at the smallest mention of them was beautiful. She truly loved her students, they made her day every day with the silly stuff they'd say to her. He was in love with how motherly she could be toward everyone, how forgiving she was of anyone and especially of him. He didn't deserve her and he'd made it known numerous times and in the same amount she'd reassured him that he was just for her.

In the middle of her ramble, she noticed the way he was staring at her and suddenly she became shy. "What?" She asked. "I love you, mama."

"I love you too, Christopher."

He shook his head vigorously. "No, I love you more than you could ever imagine, Toni. And I am so so sorry for what I said."

She sighed. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. You will be an amazing mom to our kids and I couldn't picture anyone else having them, shit I couldn't even picture having a family until you came, it wasn't in the cards for me." He confessed. "My whole life has changed and I'm forever grateful for it. I want it to keep changing."

She tugged on her bottom lip, trying her best to swallow her tears. "When I saw how my words affected you, baby, my heart broke. I never want to be the reason you're sad. Never. I've missed you these few days. I need you back. I'm sorry."

Toni was speechless, her lips parted to say something but how do you respond to the sweetest apology ever?

Her eyes darted between his pretty brown ones, she stood up and walked over to him, swinging her leg over his she planted herself comfortably on his lap. His hands instantly rested on her hips. She didn't say anything, just leaned down and kissed him and he could swear that on her lips he could taste his past, his present and his future and she was there for every step, for every second. He wouldn't dare say such foolishness to her again.

Toni could feel a little poke through his sweats, she quietly moaned into his mouth, his hands exploring her warm chestnut skin under her shirt, his fingers trickling down her back. His lips moved to her chin and down to her neck to the spot he knew oh so well, his facial hair tickling her skin only adding to the sensation and a ray of goosebumps formed on her skin. "Christopher...mmm." Was all she could mutter, her hips involuntarily moving back and forth desperately searching for friction to soothe the aching of her clit. He got the message though, firmly splaying his hands under her ample ass, he stood up and she wrapped her legs around him.

He was halfway out of the kitchen when he realized; "Wait, I got you a red velvet cake."

Toni laughed, and she kissed his forehead, god he was so cute. "Boy, forget the cake. Take me upstairs and you can eat a different cake."

Rio raised his eyebrows, didn't have to tell him twice. "That's why I married yo ass girl."

She gladly hung off of him while he carried her up the stairs and once they made it to the room he dropped her on the bed, her sweet laughter filled the room. He settled between her legs, peppering her with kisses and affection. "I can't wait to see you, walking around here with a little belly, carrying around our love." He twitched at the thought and she noticed. A small surprised look on her face. "Is the thought of me pregnant... turning you on?"

"No." He quickly denied it. "Christopher Javier Martínez, yes it does." She teased reaching in between them to cup his hardening erection. "Mm, so you want to fill me up? Hm?" Her voice was so smooth and silky yet seductive, her lips pressing against his only for a moment. "You want to see me carrying your baby around? How swollen and plump my breasts are gonna get? Practically spilling over my tops."

"Toni." He groaned. She giggled but her taunting was cut short when he reached into her (well, his) boxers, his fingers teasing her slit, her wetness coating him. Her back arched as he quickly dipped his fingers inside her heat and back out. "Stop playin' with me." She moaned. "Why?"

Her shirt slid up her torso and past her breasts exposing her erect nipples, his mouth quickly latching onto one, his tongue swirling around her pretty brown areolas, so delicious. His free hand massaged her other one, his thumb and index fingers playing with her nipple. Her back arched and her legs squirm under him.

"Christopher, baby, please." She whined. He chuckled and something about was kind of sinister like his intent was to tease her all night until she begged for what she wanted. He popped her nipple out of his mouth, planting a kiss on it before moving on to the next, his hips grinding into hers pressing his clothed cock on her needy clit. "Yes... oh, I need more, please." She gasped.

He kissed between the valley of her breasts, down her torso and finally reaching his destination above the band of her underwear, he tugs them off in almost a hungry manner, his mouth attaching to her pussy like a magnet. His tongue going to work on her clit, his thumb caressing the rest of her slit. Toni's entire body shivered, her legs slowly closing around his head, he used his free hand to smack her inner thigh, she squealed and spread them out, holding the under of her thighs for support.

Her eyes glided to the back of her head, she squirmed, her back arching just a little bit. "Oh... y-yeah." Her toes cracked while pleasure coursed through her veins. Rio hummed against her sensitive nub, his own hips losing themselves as he hunched against the mattress with neediness. Her thighs trembled as they partially rested on his shoulders. She moaned and whined, whimpered and croaked as he devoured her existence.

"fuck, baby, I'm so close." She warned with her jaw slacked as the hairs on her arm stood, her body stiffened, her nails scratched at his scalp with appreciation and love as he carried her through the tantalizing loops of her orgasm.

She was dripping down his beard and he smiled against her thigh, his teeth gently biting on the flesh. "Oh!... Mr. Martinez." She giggled. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing on her chin. "I'm so glad I married you." She hummed running her nails over his skin. "Hm, I love you, ma." He cooed pressing a kiss to her nose. Rio slid off his sweats and boxers, dick sliding between her soaking folds. Her hand reached between them wrapping her fingers around his well-sized shaft.

Their lips connect as she guides him inside her soft walls. She gasped and softly moaned as he eased his way in until she was stuffed. Toni wrapped her legs around his waist. "You good?" Just checking. She nodded, too full to speak. His lips occupied her neck, her mind in the clouds as he fucked her stupid. Mutters and mumbles of "fuck me! Yes!" Or "right there!" As he skillfully worked his hips. He held her close, his face buried in the curve of her neck. His thrusts were hard and slow, he was making her feel every inch, every bit of stretch he provided.

Her high creeping its way into her bones, her moans became louder as he consistently tapped against her g-spot. There was no way he was about to make her nut again in such a short amount of time. He could feel her juicy walls contracting around him, hugging him so tight. "You're so wet for me, huh, my pretty baby?"

Toni's jaw slacked while he talked to her, nibbling on her ear. "So fucking wet, can feel it dripping down my balls, fuck."

She whined. "I can't- shit! shit! ooooh!"

He chuckles as he pulls out, regrettably at that. Toni cried out, her climax so close yet so far. Rio fell onto the bed, slapping her thigh he said, "Get on top."

She sucked her teeth, in no mood to be on top, still irritated from being denied her needs. Rio pinched her and she yelped. "Ow! You dick!" She laughed slapping his arm. "Hurry up and get on this dick." He urged pulling her arm to help her over. She swung her leg across his body, perching herself on his lap like earlier. His dick resting perfectly against one of her cheeks. She looked down at him and he was so fucking pretty. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, her eyes landing on that notorious Eagle tattoo on his throat then down over the rest that he had scattered on his body, she moaned at that alone.

She leaned forward, raising her hips and skillfully lining him up with her entrance, no hands needed. She watched as his rosy lips parted slightly and a small crease in between his eyebrows formed when they came together. "Fuuuuck." He dragged out feeling his dick be re-enveloped in her velvety walls. Toni moved her hips back and forth with one goal in mind, to get herself off. She used her knees as leverage to lift her hips up and back down, her ass jiggling when colliding with his thighs. With her lip between her teeth, her head tossed back she got to work on him.

Rio's hands gladly squeezed at her sides, her moans filling the room once again. "You're so fucking pretty on top of me, mama." He encouraged, but he truly meant it, she looked like a fucking angel. "Oh god, oh god... fuck yes, Rio!" He felt himself twitch, his wife rarely called him by his street name, she only did it when she wanted to tease him, loved to do it when they were around others.

He groaned spanking her. She smiled, a hazy look in her eyes. "What's my name, mama?"

Toni cried out, her head falling forward as she bounced out her orgasm. "Fu-fuuuck, Rio!"

"Squeezing this dick so fuckin' tight, come on..." He sat up hooking his arm around her waist, his tongue darting out to the underside of her breast, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. Toni sang out his name, her back arched and her eyes rolled. He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, her body going limp. "Shit! Oh... Toni, I'm comin' baby." He growled through gritted teeth, he pressed his forehead against her sternum and she softly smiled feeling his warm seed spread inside her. "Fuck... that feels so good." She giggled, she was cock drunk. He kissed her glistening skin.

They stayed like that for a moment, she kissed the top of his head, her hands on his shoulders as she slowly pushed him onto his back again, she climbed off of him and sighed in satisfaction. "You want something to drink?" He asked, she shook her head. "Nah, you gotta hydrate ma. I'm making sure I put a baby in you tonight." He laughed lightly smacking her thigh. Her cheeks warmed as a smile fell onto her face.

She watched as Rio, naked and all, left the room to go downstairs. "Bring the cake too!"Toni shouted, he could just hear the smirk in her voice.

"You are so nasty!" He yelled back.

"You love it though!"

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kilesplaysthings · 1 year

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A Day in the Life of a House Husband

Here we go! I said I would write it, and here it is. Domestic!Rio is such a cute idea so I had fun with this. I went way too overboard with this tbh what with my obsession with pre-modern domestic work. I'm currently intrigued with it, reading a book at how cooking and cleaning evolved through history lol so sorry if this seems to drag, but I'm quite pleased with it haha As always, I hope people enjoy this and thanks for reading!

7:00 am

The morning dawned bright and shining for the young newlywed couple. It was Monday, the start of a new week. While they would easily have chosen to stay cuddled in bed together, they knew full well that money didn’t earn itself. Like every other day before they were married, they would have to get up and get to work.

“I’m heading to the bookstore, Rio!” Emma said as she slipped on her shoes by the front door.

Rio turned her way as he finished drying their breakfast dishes. Emma’s lacy apron covered his shirt and trousers so the soapy water wouldn’t soak them.

“Have a nice day, darling!” He called out in response.

Surprisingly, she trotted back over to him. “Will I see you for lunch?” She asked.

He grinned, his sky-blue eyes shining. “Of course! I’ll pack the most delicious food for us!” He assured her as he bent down closer to her.

Emma giggled, knowing exactly what he wanted. With a grin of her own, she leaned up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Good bye till then!” She said.

“Yes, I’ll see you later.”

And with that, Emma left for a day’s work at the bookstore. Even though they were married now, Rio made it perfectly clear that there was no reason she had to give up her job she loved so much. They had decided that there would be days that he would go to work with her and there would be days that he stayed home to look after the house. Between the two of them, he was the better cook and after serving as an attendant it was obvious he also was a meticulous cleaner – both things bookwork Emma didn’t exactly excel at. Not only that, but there was really only one worker needed at the bookstore for most of the time, the owner had told them. Emma, with her vast knowledge of book learning and quick thinking with numbers usually was more than capable of managing the store’s book keeping and stock by herself. As such, the owner didn’t mind if Rio only worked parttime and their little system worked just fine even now that they were married.

With Emma gone and the dishes now dried and put away, it was time to start the day with cleaning the house. Even though this wasn’t exactly a paying job, Rio would be quite busy, which he liked.

“Right then!” He exclaimed with his hands on his hips. He glanced over to see their cat Ginger sitting in the nearby windowsill by their small dining table. The orange tabby’s golden eyes stared sleepily back at him as he basked in the warm sunlight.

“Time to get to work!” He told the cat. He emptied the dirty dishwater into a slop bucket and carted it outside to dispose of onto the lawn. Heading back inside, he took off the apron, hung it on a hook in the kitchen closet and began the chores of the day.

Their house wasn’t very big but Monday was the busiest day of the week; he liked to get a lot of chores done earlier in the week rather than later. He would tidy up the house, scrub a lot of the iron ware, do the washing and go to the grocers. There was also the routinely dusting and sweeping that he liked to do every day. He decided to start with their bedroom.

The bedding didn’t need to be cleaned this week. He had changed the sheets and mattress cover already the week before. All he had to do was ensure they were tucked into the mattress and smoothed out neatly. He fluffed the pillows (making Emma’s extra fluffy) and placed them neatly back in their place. Discarded clothes and night garments were picked up and placed in a basket to add to the rest of the washing that would be done later. Then, with extra precision, he ensured that Emma’s brush and toiletries were placed neatly on her vanity table – a nice wedding present from one of the princes that wasn’t too lavish or useless.

He opened the window to air the room out and noticed Ginger getting comfortable on the bed.

“Thank you for waiting until after I was done for once,” he said to the cat who merely yawned in response. Seeing the cat falling asleep gave Rio hope that he wouldn’t bug him too much while he was cleaning.

Once he swept and dusted the bedroom, the small sitting room at the front of the house was next. He again opened the windows to air the room out. He would be dusting here as well, so it was important to have the windows open so the room wouldn’t get too stuffy. A dust feather in hand and a kerchief tied around his lower face, he got to work dusting the mantlepiece and the wooden bookshelf that were the focal pieces of the little room (once again, another wedding gift, from Chevalier of all people). It always astonished him how much dust could gather even in a small space with only a few items spread about.

Next came the fireplace. Using a coal scooper, he scraped the fireplace clean so he could polish the grates. The soot and ashes were placed in a separate basket to recycle along with the other rubbish around the house. As he finished, who would appear but little Ginger, brushing against him in a greeting.

“Hey you. Are you done sleeping already?”

The cat responded with a meow.

“Know what I’m doing? I’m getting ready to polish the grates with this!” He brandished a small bowl of black stuff and three scrub brushes.

“Blacking polish! Mix some graphite powder with lampblack and water, and here we are! It’ll make our fireplace shine!”

The cat sniffed it and walked away, not caring for the smell.

Humming an airy tune, Rio began scrubbing. First, he used a roughly bristled brush to get the iron clean from any excess soot and ash. Next, he used a smoother brush to apply the blacking polish, and finally he used the finest brush of the three to get the iron shining.

8:00

Rio continued his humming as he took some dried tea leaves and sprinkled them on the rug in the sitting room. It would help the rugs smell nice before he swept. Going into the kitchen, he placed his blacking polish on a counter and removed his kerchief. The kitchen didn’t really need dusting but he opened the windows to keep the room airy for his later cooking. Hanging above the sink were many dried flowers and herbs, which he liked to grind into a sweet-smelling powder. He would place them in small bags and spread them around the house to keep it smelling lovely. Emma quite liked the smells they gave off so he was happy to keep applying them daily.

Taking a wiry broom from the kitchen closet, he did his sweeping. Both front and kitchen doors were opened so he could sweep the dust and dirt away outside. Ginger trotted outside once the kitchen door was open so he could go play in the garden and chase squirrels. Once the floors were swept satisfactorily, he grabbed the mats and beat them outside with a wooden paddle so as to get all of the dirt and dust off of them.

All the while, he kept humming and singing to himself. He would hear lots of different songs when he would go to the main square of town to shop or socialize and one in particular kept popping up in his head:

Oh she is my dear, my darlin one

Her eyes are sparklin, full of fun

No other, no other

Can match the likes of her.

She is my dear, my darlin one,

My smiling and beguiling one.

I love the ground she walks upon,

My darling country girl.

The song made him think of Emma and he couldn’t help smiling. Putting the paddle and brush away, he decided to give the stove a good polish before moving onto the biggest chore of the day: the washing.

He pumped a good amount of water into a metal tub and placed it on the stove which he would heat up. As he waited for the water to boil, he used a pocket knife to slice some soap into chips to add to the water. He had made the soap himself, getting advice from one of the local housewives on how to mix ash and fat, setting it in salt to use instead of spending a good amount of money for store-bought soap.

The water was soon hot enough and he set the tub, along with a separate tub of water for rinsing, outside to be ready to wash their clothes. Since there was only the two of them, the laundry never piled up too much, but the cleaning process was still rigorous. He had to make sure their clothes were spotless, after all.

8:30

Emma’s clothes were a particular chore in and of themselves when it came to the laundry. Since some of her clothing had lace, he had to pick apart the seams so as not to damage the materials. He would sew them back together later once dried. Once they were ready, he began the washing.

First went the soap chips, worked into the water to make a good amount of suds. Then in went the clothing. He took a larger paddle and stirred them around, soaking them into the soapy water. The paddle was forked so he could lift the clothes up and dump them into the rinsing tub. A wash board was then used so he could give their clothes a good scrub. This process was repeated a good couple of times. It was back breaking work, something he was glad to do with his strength in Emma’s place.

9:30

The washing was finally done an hour later. Rio was relieved that it was a sunny day, as he could spread the clothes out to dry on the clotheslines. It wasn’t long before all of the weekly laundry was pinned on the lines and hanging out to dry.

But his list of chores wasn’t done yet. Next came his favorite part, the gardening. Yes, he and Emma had grown a small garden behind their house and he always enjoyed caring for it. Most of the garden was herbs and flowers, but he did grow a couple of vegetables. He had been inspired by, again, neighboring housewives who introduced him to the art of canning vegetables. It saved time and money, both very necessary, especially in the winter months.

“Oh look! The primroses are blooming nicely!” He said to Ginger, who was lounging in the tree they had in their garden.

“Hmm..” He studied the other flowers. “Might need to work on the chrysanthemums..”

Trowel and shears in hand, he spent the next hour or so making sure their garden stayed fresh and blooming. He filled a small watering can to keep the plants healthy and made sure to weed out anything intrusive to their plants.

“Tomatoes are getting nice and red,” he remarked under his breath. “Strawberries are looking good too. Perhaps I’ll pick some for our lunch!”

10:45

“All right, let me do this and then I’ll get lunch ready,” he told himself. He washed his face and hands free of the dirt. A bundle of flowers sat on the counter and he used scissors to trim the stems.

“Emma will love these!” He said happily. Soon he had two or three vases filled with water and bouquets of primroses, chrysanthemums, daisies, and, of course, roses were placed about the house for her to see when she came home.

With that pleasant chore done, he was ready to prepare the lunch. He thought some sandwiches and a salad would be fitting. That meant baking bread and fetching some vegetables and salted meat from the cellar. Preserving food could be difficult, so he had taken it upon himself to dig a root cellar behind their house. The cellar was dug deep into the ground where the earth stayed cooler and was a great way to keep food from spoiling. There was an ice man who sold ice in town, but that could get expensive and Rio only set money aside for ice once in a while.

First came the bread, since baking it would take a while. Like a good home maker, he kept all his ingredients stored neatly in jars tucked away in the small kitchen closet. Bowls and other cooking utensils were placed on easy-to-reach shelves or hung from hooks. Their kitchen wasn’t anything grand like in the palace, but Rio kept it neat and uncluttered the best he could.

He soon had the dough made and placed on a wooden tray. He just had to wait for it to rise and then into the stove it would go. He stoked the fire with a pair of tongs to make sure he would get a good blaze going for the bread. With that ready to go, he went out to the root cellar to get the rest of the food needed for sandwiches.

“The pork’s about finished. I’ll use up that for the sandwiches and get more when I go shopping,” he decided as he descended into the cellar. Rio kept the little room relatively dark to ensure the room kept an even, chill temperature.

The stored meat was placed on stone slabs, wrapped in paper packaging and coated with salt. The vegetable and fruit jars were on wooden shelves. Various other foodstuffs were stored in crates that had ice packed in the bottom. There was also ceramic jars of butter and milk stored here.

Gathering everything he needed (including some strawberries which he picked from the garden), he headed back into the house and began chopping up vegetables for a salad. It was crucial to eat greens as much, if not more so, as it was to eat meat. He had to make sure his Emma stayed healthy.

He gave a little poke to the squishy dough and decided it was time to put it into the stove oven. He slid the wooden tray in and shut the iron door.

11:30

The salad now finished, he packed it with the strawberries and placed both into a large basket. It would serve a double purpose since he would store his purchases from the grocers in there once he and Emma were done eating lunch together. The aroma drifting around the kitchen told him the bread was just about ready too. Out it came, a little black around the edges, but nice and fluffy-white inside.

The bread gave a satisfying crunching sound when he sliced it for the sandwiches. A slice of meat and cheese, with a leaf of lettuce, and he had four little sandwiches ready to be packed. What with the smell of the bread and the sight of the meat and cheese, Rio’s mouth was beginning to water.

“Add my delicious dressing for the salad and we’re all set!” He proclaimed. He held a small jar of brown liquid that was a homemade dressing he had learned to make not too long ago. It was an oil and vinegar concoction with spices added to give it more taste.

“I hope Emma’s hungry! I know I am!” He told Ginger, who had come back inside at this point. He hauled the basket up over one arm and went to the front door to slip his shoes on.

“See you later, Ginger! Watch the house for me,” he told the cat. The orange tabby trilled at him before sitting down in one of their chairs.

Rio closed the door behind him and made his way to the town center square. He took one last glance behind him to make sure the laundry was still hanging on the lines. They were firmly clipped in place. With that worry put to ease, he was ready to go meet Emma for lunch.

“Good morning Rio!” One of the nearby ladies greeted him. She was in her front yard trimming some rose bushes.

“Good morning Mrs. Rosseau! Your roses are looking marvelous!” He complimented her brightly. A gentle breeze stirred his golden hair as he walked.

“Why thank you. I think they’re quite a lovely color myself. Are you going out to meet Emma?”

He beamed. “I certainly am! I packed a lunch for us!” He held up the basket to illustrate.

“How thoughtful you are,” She simpered, placing a hand on her cheek. “Oh, I know! How about a rose to give to her? I’ll let you pick one!”

His eyes shone even more. “Will you? Truly?”

She giggled, older housewife though she was. “Of course! Tell me which one you like.”

Rio looked at the several blooming flowers. They varied from pale pinks to deeper shades that rivaled the loveliest peony.

“How about that one?” He pointed to a rose that was quite the vibrant pink. It reminded him of Emma’s rosy cheeks when she blushed for him.

“I had a feeling you would choose that.” The lady smiled and with a snip of her scissors, the rose was his.

“Thank you, Madame.”

“It’s my pleasure, Rio. Drop by sometime with Emma. We’ll fix a nice dinner for you two.”

“I will be happy to! I’m sure Emma will also! Have a good day!”

And so, his walk continued. Rio was quite the favorite with the neighboring housewives. They invited him to all sorts of gatherings, from teas to walks in the nearby park. He didn’t mind it. Older folk always had words of wisdom to give and the ladies gave him insight on how to run a house and also on how to be a good husband to Emma.

Speaking of which…

“Oh, hello Rio!” Another lady called as he walked down the lane. She was in her lawn as well, but was standing over what looked to be a broken wheelbarrow.

“Mrs. Moreau! Good morning! What are you up to?” He asked.

“Oh this old thing is giving me trouble again. This time the wheel’s come off.”

He frowned. “Is there something I could do to help?” He wondered.

“Depends. Are you good with tools?”

He smiled a little. “I think so. I can at least lend a hand.”

The older lady nodded and gestured for him to come over. “I can use all the help I can get. I really should invest in a new one. This old thing is getting rusty too.”

“We’ll see what we can do. If your husband owns a wrench, that would help.” He set the basket down on the front steps of the house before following her to a shed in the back.

12:05

“Thank you so much, young man. It looks almost good as new!” Mrs. Moreau patted Rio on the back while they stared proudly at the now erect wheelbarrow.

“We just need to get rid of that rust and it will be!” He told her.

“Quite right. You know what to do?” She asked.

He decisively nodded. They went into her kitchen.

“Take a cup of vinegar, a fourth cup of lime juice, and a half cup of salt; then mix it all together and there you have it! Rust remover!” Rio exclaimed as he handed the lady the bowl of their concoction.

“Just so! You’re getting the hang of this ‘house wife’ business.” She winked at him.

“I do my best!” He said proudly.

“And as a reward, here.” She took a round dish off of her windowsill. “I just baked this elderberry pie. Share it with Emma.”

“Why thank you, Mrs. Moreau! Are you sure - ”

“I will take no arguments. You’ve earned it by always helping us ladies out.”

He smiled. “Thank you, Madame. Have a good rest of your day, all right?”

“You too, dearie. Be on your way now!”

Rio didn’t need to be told twice. He carefully placed the pie in the basket and resumed his walk. He had a feeling he was running late so he tried to walk a little faster.

“Rio! Rio!”

Another barrier now stood in his way. Two children came running up to him as he got nearer to the town square. A boy and a girl, they approached him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Hello Marie, Jean. What are you two up to?”

“Can you help us?” The boy named Jean pleaded. “We were flying a kite and it’s caught in a tree!” He pointed to one of the trees that were planted along the road leading to town. A red paper kite was stuck on some of the higher branches.

He tried his best not to heave an audible sigh in front of the children. After all, he couldn’t just leave them after they came to him for help.

“Very well. I’ll have it down in no time!” He again set the basket down and clambered up the tree. The kite was stuck on a rather high branch, so it took him a couple of minutes to reach it.

“Almost… Got it!” He exclaimed as he tugged it free of the branches. He looked down to see the two hopeful faces of the kids below him. “Here! Catch!” He told them as he tossed the kite down.

The two children caught it together and gave him some of the biggest smiles he’d ever seen.

“Thank you Rio!”

“You’re the best, Rio!”

“Aw, no problem guys.” He hopped down from the tree and brushed some leaves out of his hair. “Be more careful with that next time.” He advised.

“We will!” “Bye!”

Seeing how thankful the two of them were and how happy they were to have their kite back made Rio smile. But only for a moment when he realized...

“I’m gonna be late!” He exclaimed. He snatched up the basket and now made a dash for the center of town. Emma was most definitely waiting for him by now. He hoped she hadn’t been waiting for long, hungry and wasting her lunch hour.

There she was, sitting on the ledge of the big fountain that was located in the very middle of the town square. She sat with her legs crossed and a book in her lap, reading away.

Well, at least she hasn’t been bored, Rio thought.

“Emma!” He called to her. The young woman’s head shot up and she beamed a great smile at him when she saw him approaching.

“There you are! I was getting worried!” Though she didn’t look too worried at all.

“I’m so sorry I’m running late. I was making good time before...”

Emma set the book aside and propped her elbows up on her knees. She set her chin in her hands as she tenderly watched him.

“Let me guess. Some of the ladies stopped you on your way and asked for your help in one thing or another.”

The young man sheepishly smiled. “Guilty as charged. I hope you haven’t been waiting very long.”

She shook her head. “Not so much. I am hungry though!” She eyed the basket.

“Say no more!” Rio eagerly set the basket down on the fountain between the two of them. He began opening it when he spotting the rose lying on top of the wrapped food.

“Oh yes, and as a reward for waiting so patiently...” He held the rose out to her. “For you, my love.”

Emma’s eyes widened and little and a small smile came over her face. “Rio...” She took the flower and held it up to her nose. A lovely blush spread over her cheeks, matching the rose’s color.

“Thank you, it’s lovely.”

“You’re most welcome.”

The two shared a smile before the sound of both of their stomachs rumbling brought them back to the present. They couldn’t help but laugh.

“Right! Food! Let’s eat!” He said and quickly brought their meal out of the basket. Napkins were spread out onto their laps and they started with the sandwiches, followed with the strawberries and salad, and ending with the pie.

“If you being a little late from helping our neighbors means we get such delicious desserts, I don’t mind you being late every day!” Emma joked as she took another bite of pie. She hummed happily as she chewed. The pie was still warm and melted in their mouths.

“It does make a good incentive!” He agreed while munching on strawberries.

1:05

The two of them had enjoyed a pleasant lunch, eating and sharing how their mornings went. All too soon, though, Emma had to go back to work. Rio offered to walk her back to the store, wanting to be with her for just a little longer. Hand in hand, they made their way to the little book shop around the corner.

“Want to share the pie with the owner?” Rio asked before Emma went back inside.

“Oh certainly! He’ll appreciate that and it will make a good afternoon snack,” she said.

He handed the rest of the dessert to her and sighed. “Well, I’ll be back this evening to walk you home.”

She smiled. “I appreciate that. Are you sure it’s not too much trouble..?”

“Of course not,” he assured her.

She frowned a little, looking down at the ground. “Well, if you say so… I know it’s a lot to ask of you, especially since you also do a lot of the house work…”

Now he was the one to frown. He stepped a little closer and gently grasped her chin to make her look back up at him. “Emma, it’s never any trouble for me. Neither is staying home to look after the house. This life with you is far greater than anything I could ever ask for. I don’t care if we live in a small house and have to do everything ourselves. I am happy; happier than before we were married and when we had to live in the palace. I wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

That mad her smile again and she wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him.

“Thank you Rio,” she whispered before giving him a sweet kiss. He was more than happy to kiss her back, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Of course. Now you’d better get back to work. I’ll be back this evening and we’ll get supper going. All right?”

She nodded and kissed his cheek once more before heading back inside. Rio let out a lovelorn sigh and shook his head. His Emma was all too sweet. He couldn’t wait for her work to be over so he could take her home.

The rest of his time in town was spent in the market place, where he picked some fresh produce and meat for supper. They had discussed what they should eat for dinner over their lunch and the consensus had been on mutton; they were able to splurge a little.

The grocers and butchers were always very friendly with Rio, as he helped them with various odd jobs occasionally. There was still the usual haggling of prices, but he was always treated fairly and made sure to always be honest with them in return. Once he was finished with his purchases, he loaded his basket up and headed back home.

2:00

Up until the time he went to get Emma, Rio would finish his chores by placing the rubbish baskets out by the front door for the rubbish men to pick up later that evening. He would then collect the now-dried laundry to fold and put away. The more perishable groceries were kept in the root cellar until he and Emma were ready to cook together.

Once everything was finished, he would take some time to relax in the sitting room and catch up on the reading he and Emma were doing together while Ginger more often than not slept on his lap. A favorite past time of theirs was to choose books to read and recommend them to each other if they enjoyed them. It made for some fun conversations in the evenings during and after supper.

Once the little clock on the mantlepiece struck five, he would shut his book and head back out to go get his wife. Their walks home were always nice, holding hands and enjoying the evening air together. He was looking forward to having her back home, cooking supper and cleaning up afterwards together.

“It’ll be a good evening, and when we’re ready, I think I’ll show her just how much I appreciate her tonight,” he said to himself with a satisfied smile.

Yes sir, he would be quite the devoted husband tonight, in every sense of the meaning.

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