Is My Wife With You?
The funny thing about perspectives is how the same question can mean completely different things depending on who’s hearing it.
For some people, it’s enough to trigger panic. Jealousy. Moral debates. Existential crisis pa minsan.
For others, it feels more like being seated at a six-course dinner. The kind where the table is already set beautifully and you just know something good is coming next.
As for me on this Sunday morning?
I was sitting comfortably on a chair near the foot of the bed, enjoying the rare silence after a long yoni session. The room smelled faintly of massage oil, vanilla candles, and the remains of expensive perfume stubbornly clinging to the sheets.
She was asleep beside me. Peaceful. Completely knocked out after several waves of release that left her too exhausted to even finish the glass of water I handed her earlier.
I picked up my phone with the deliberate slowness of tired hands and sent an update.
Me: She’s all good, bruh. Tulog lang. Napagod haha. Maybe give her an hour or two to recharge. I’ll let her know you checked in.
A few seconds later, my phone buzzed.
Mr. R: Nice. Mother’s Day naman. Let the queen enjoy her day haha. Later pa dinner namin. I had flowers sent there already. Send ko sa yo rider details. ;)
I chuckled quietly.
Me: Smooth. Plus points ka nanaman. Sige, I’ll put them beside the bed para paggising niya, yun agad makikita niya.
Then I added:
Naalala ko yung Spotify playlist mo last year. Yung pinaplay mo pag gigising na siya after session. I still have it saved somewhere.
His reply came almost instantly.
Mr. Robins: Tangina hahaha you still remember that? Legend.
I smiled longer than I expected after reading that.
Funny enough, moments like this used to hurt.
There was a time when seeing this kind of softness between people would’ve wrecked me a little. Especially knowing she and I once almost became something real outside setups like this.
Almost.
But life has a weird way of evolving relationships into forms you never imagined. Less ownership. Less pretending. More honesty.
And strangely… more peace.
So yes.
At this exact moment, she’s here with me — curled up in soft sheets, sleeping like someone who feels completely safe.
And later tonight, she’ll be in his arms at dinner, smiling at flowers he remembered to send before she woke up.
Honestly?
I think that’s beautiful in its own unconventional way.