Chapter 15: Make Believe

A soft thing brushed on my left cheek, urging me to wake up. I turned to my right and caught sight of Glace propping her head up on the bed using her arm. She gave me a heart stopping smile. "Good morning wife," she greeted.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I was caught mesmerized by what she said for a few seconds. "Good morning baby," I managed to say. It rolled out of my tongue naturally. As if I was always meant to call her that. She scooted closer and nuzzled my hair with her nose. My body relaxed when she touched my back and stroked it gently.

"What does my pretty wife want for breakfast?"

"I should ask you the same thing Glace. I'm going to cook for you."

"I refuse," she said with a hint of smile in her voice. "I'm the one who's going to take care of you baby." I pushed her playfully from me and saw her pout. "Why don't we cook together then?" I asked. She thought about it for a while but agreed nonetheless.

When she removed the comforter from her body and rolled out of bed, I caught sight of her in her blue cotton undies. Oh God this never gets old. She produced a black hair tie from the bedside table and put her hair in a ponytail, exposing her toned tummy while her arms are up.

"If you like it, you can touch it," she smirked. I groaned inwardly and covered my face with a pillow. Peeping Tom much? She walked to my side of the bed. "You know some couples take a bath together. Wanna?"

I considered her offer. After a few seconds I removed the pillow from my face, as well as the comforter and slid out of bed. Her mouth opened slightly when I gave her a look and purposefully walked to the bathroom. If she wanted to play that game then I was more than willing to participate. Your turn Glace. What are you going to do?

I stripped my hoodie, jeans, and underwear and entered the Jacuzzi. She didn't follow me. After I finished bathing and got dressed, I opened the door widely only to find her sitting on the floor just outside the bathroom. "What are you doing there?" I asked. "I thought you wanted to bathe together?"

She looked up shyly to my face, a blush beginning to creep on her cheeks and ears. She was too adorable. "I changed my mind," she said. "I wanted to give you privacy." Aww... Glace didn't want to take advantage of the situation. What a sweetheart.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Hurry up and bathe slowpoke. I'm going to start cooking and wait for you in the kitchen." When she nodded in agreement, I walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen.

I was already frying the eggs when she came down. She wore a tank top, dark blue skinny jeans, and dessert boots that looked really sexy on her. She surprised me by going behind me and snaking her arms around my body. She whispered, "I can get used to this sight baby. Careful Dulce or I may lock you here with me."

My ears turned pink. "Wh-what else do you want to eat?" I stammered.

She released me from her grip. "Don't worry about that. I'll prepare the sandwich." She walked gracefully to the pantry and took out the ingredients she needed. While I was frying the bacon, I saw her slicing the tomatoes.

What we were doing was pretty simple. There was nothing out of the ordinary with preparing breakfast together. It was completely mundane. But somehow, I found it appealing. We really looked like a couple in love. A couple making breakfast for each other. God I wanted to marry her for real. Doing this every single day would be heaven.

Once we finished cooking and preparing, we sat side-by-side next to the kitchen table. Her eyes twinkled when she took a bite of the food. I know. I was looking straight at her instead of focusing on my own plate. "Want me to feed you?" she asked playfully.

"No. I can do that." I took a bite from my own sandwich and chewed slowly. "What do you want to do today baby?" There was that word again. I felt warm and fuzzy just by saying it.

"I want to cuddle with you, watch sappy movies, and watch you all day long. But that won't work," she said. "So instead, I'll take you somewhere. Don't worry, I'll bring you home before nightfall or Andrea will kill me."

"Why can't we just stay here? I like to watch movies too."

Actually, I want to ogle at your face the whole day Glace, I thought. But I didn't say that out loud. I might sound like a crazy fan girl.

She took a sip from her orange juice. "We can't stay here Dulce. It's too tempting. I'm having a hard time keeping my hands to myself and I'm usually not that kind of person."

Oh. . . Did that mean she wanted to? My face heated up just from thinking about it.

When we finished eating and washed the dishes, Glace dragged me back to her room. Her walk-in closet to be exact. She convinced me to wear a navy blue breasted pea coat for our trip. While she was placing an ivory colored scarf around my neck, she murmured, "It's chilly outside. I don't want my wife to catch a cold."

Don't worry Glace, I thought. Your sweetness made me warm.

She matched my style by wearing a black cashmere trench coat over her tank top. It looked sexy on her. Scratch that. EVERYTHING looked sexy on her. I grabbed the red scarf she produced from one of the drawers and pulled her to me. "Come here baby," I said while placing the scarf around her. "I don't want you to catch a cold too." That made her blush.

Before we left the room, she took a cap which I recognized as the one she wore in the café where I first saw her, and large sunglasses. It was no doubt her disguise for the day. It seemed that we were going to go somewhere crowded or at least a place where someone could recognize her.

She grasped my hand as we walked out of the house and into the garage. I glanced around and saw her assortment of cars. She settled on the blue Mustang. "Let's take this one Dulce. The paparazzi doesn't know of its existence," she smirked.

She followed me to the front passenger side and opened the door for me. "After you wifey," she said with a cute smile that made me giggle.

Once we were already on the road, she asked me several questions. "So what's your favorite song Dulce?" she started.

"Anything," I replied. "But I hate country music. I mean no offense if you like it, or if you have a singer friend who makes that type of sounds, but God it's irritating."

She laughed low while staring at the road. "Don't worry. I hate country music too. And I do know a female who only sings country songs for her albums." She shrugged and asked the next question. "What about your favorite movie?"

"That would be The Swan Princess," I said. She turned her head to me momentarily before concentrating back on the road. "That's a Disney film right?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I mean how can you not like that Glace? They became friends when they were young and fell in love when they grew older. It was simply the sweetest thing I've ever seen," I gushed.

"You have your own Swan Princess story, but you forgot about it," she murmured.

"What was that again?" I asked.

"Nothing," she mumbled.

"How about you? What's your favorite movie Glace?"

"That would be Cast Away," she said while scratching her chin. "Aside from the fact that Tom Hanks' acting was superb there, the ending kind of reminds me of something. You know when the lead character came back to his girlfriend, she was already in love with someone else. What the hell right? The poor guy was lost at sea and he didn't even get the love of his life."

"That's just sad," I agreed. "What about Romance films? Give me your favorite. A legit one this time."

"Hmmm... I like 50 First Dates. I cried like a baby when the girl forgot Adam Sandler's character the next day. The movie was too awesome," she sighed.

"Would you do that?" I asked. "I mean, if your girlfriend forgot you, would you make the effort to help her remember?"

She glanced at me for a brief moment. "Every damn second Dulce," she said with a smile. "Even if she hurts me by acting like she didn't know me. I'd court her so she'd fall in love with me every single day. Without fail," she added.

I stared out the window thinking of a suitable reply. Honestly, she couldn't be more perfect. But you know what was even better? I knew for a fact that she makes mistakes like me and I loved that about her. I loved her. Period. That was why I needed to tell her in that moment. No more excuses this time.

I opened my mouth. "I looo. . ."

I lurched forward in my seat when she stopped the car abruptly. The words I was going to say were instantly forgotten. Another vehicle cut as off and nearly hit us on the road. Fudge! I thought we were goners. Glace turned to me quickly. "Are you okay baby?" Her voice dripped of concern.

"Yeah. Are you?" She nodded and started driving again. Because of that incident, both of us remained silent. We were too shaken up to speak.

When we reached our destination, Glace tied her hair and wore her disguise. She smiled endearingly at me, showing her pearly whites. If nobody took a good look at her, she was barely recognizable.

"Where are we baby? What are we doing here?" I asked.

She went to the trunk of the car and produced two sets of ice skate shoes. "I haven't skated in a while," she said sheepishly. "I want to try it with you. If you don't know how, you can always take my hands or cling to me."

I glanced at the white shoes. "I know how to skate so don't worry. But it never snows here. Where will we find ice?"

"I read somewhere that they had an outdoor skating rink here. It's man-made of course and made for the holidays."

That got me excited. "Let's go!" I said while controlling the urge to jump up and down. She grabbed my hand and ushered me to the booth where we had to pay for the admission. After changing into our skate shoes, Glace pushed me softly to the ice.

Like her, it has been I while since I did this. I nearly slipped but she held me on both arms to help me establish my balance. Once we got the hang of it, the two of us whizzed past the others and skated hand-in-hand. From the distance, we could see the tall buildings and it made for a really romantic backdrop.

After minutes of skating around the area, Glace lead me to the corner and we both leaned on the divider while staring at the scenic view. "I'm really happy when I'm with you," she said.

"Me too Glace." I tightened the scarf comfortably around her neck which has begun to loosen.

She moved nearer to me and spoke softly, making the small hair on my nape stand up. "I feel like Peter Pan when I'm with you Dulce. As if I'll never get old. Please come to Neverland with me where you don't have to think of anything else but happiness." She removed her sunglasses before cupping my chin in her hand and staring deeply in my eyes with those coffee colored pupils of hers that I loved.

"But how do we get there?" I found myself asking the same thing that Wendy said to Peter.

"Just take my hand and I'll show you how to fly." She puckered her lips and inched closer. I closed my eyes and felt her breath on my face.

"Excuse me miss. But do you happen to be a model or actress?" Both us froze in place. The guy started again. "Would it be okay to get your autograph?"

Glace released my chin and inhaled sharply before replacing her sunglasses over her eyes. The two of us stared at the guy who conveniently interrupted us. I wanted to push him on the ice at the moment. I was normally a sweet and innocent girl but oh my God! Just a few inches more and I would have kissed her! F.U mister, I thought bitterly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Glace denied and tried to look as nonchalant as possible. "I'm not an actress."

"I'm not talking about you," the guy said. He pointed to me. "I was referring to her. Can you give me your autograph miss? I know I must have seen you before but I forgot. If you're not an actress or model then just give me your number babe and I'll show you around."

Glace snaked her arm around me and pulled me to her side. "Stop making your moves on my wife dude," she said impatiently.

The guy stared incredulously at us. "Wife?! But you're both women!"

Glace laughed. "Duh? Ever heard of same love? Now beat it freak!" I glanced in surprise at her. She was usually so calm.

The guy didn't want to back down. "I can give you so much more babe," he said to me. Ewww! What the hell?

"No way!" I blurted. "You may look cool in front of your peers and that muscle bound body may seem hot when it comes to other girls, but I'm not interested in men. I also happen to love Glace."

The guy looked at me and Glace in total disgust before skating away. When he was far enough, I faced Glace and cupped her cheek. "He's a douche," I said.

"Dulce. . ." she trailed and inhaled deeply. "Can you repeat what you said a little while ago?" She was slightly out of breath and her body was trembling.

"He's a douche?" I asked.

"No. Before that," she said. "Repeat what you said to the guy."

I thought about it and shook my head. "Sorry, I forgot. Short term memory loss," I joked. "Anyway, let's go somewhere else. He may bring his buddies back and I don't want to get into a fight. People may recognize you."

"Okay," she said with a hint of regret in her voice.

We made our way outside the rink and back to the car. Once we reached the Mustang, we changed into our shoes and got inside the vehicle. "Where do you want to go next Dulce?"

"Can we go to a coffee shop? I'm feeling a little chilly and I want to drink something hot."

"Sure," she said before starting the car and taking us to a nearby café.

I secretly hoped that today would never end. It was one, if not my most favorite day. I loved how we talked, how we laughed at each other, how our fingers intertwined as we walked around the city. I also liked how she'd kiss me softly on the cheek when no one was looking or when she'd call me her wife. It was perfection.

Sadly, as with all happy days, it soon ended. With heavy hearts, we went back to my house. She parked the Mustang just in front of it and cut the engine. "Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you inside? I want to say hi to Andrea."

"You don't need to. You should drive straight home and rest." I leaned to her and stroked her raven hair. "Promise me that you'd go to school on Monday. The class is really worried about you. I'm also worried about you," I said gently.

She gazed at me tenderly. It was nice to see her eyes again after she removed her disguise. "I promise Dulce," she murmured. "And thank you."

"For what?"

"For being the best wife, even for a day. I know that this is just make believe but you've made me happy. I will treasure it forever."

Before I could reply, the door to my house opened and I saw my mom poke her head out. It was time for me to go and time to stop pretending to be her wife. I let out a sigh. "I'll see you on Monday okay?" I said.

She nodded and I unhooked the seatbelt before kissing her on the cheek and getting out of the car. Before the door totally closed, I heard her whisper. "Next time I will really teach you how to fly Wendy."

"My window is always open for you Peter," I whispered back.