Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Grace’s P. O. V.

It’s been a few days since Steve has been forcing me to do a live chat on Instagram, but I have been delaying it. Finally, today I’ve decided to do this. I settle down on the sofa, setting the phone on the tripod in front of me.

Steve takes my hand in his and squeezes it slightly. “You can do this, Wifey. Don’t be nervous. Your followers will accept you with open arms. Trust me.” As he reassures me, I smile at him before resting my head on his chest, silently thanking him for supporting me.

After kissing my hair, he stands up. “Now Wifey, you go live. I’m just coming after taking a quick shower.” As I nod, he leans in and kisses my lips. “All the best, Wifey. I know you’re going to rock it like always.”

I smile at him before turning my attention towards my phone as he leaves to take the shower.

“You can do this, Grace. It’s just a live chat. Just be yourself.” I murmur to myself and take a deep breath before finally tapping on the phone screen.

Three, two, one, and I’m live on Instagram. The screen fills with shocked expressions and hearts as my followers start tuning in. I take a moment to compose myself before speaking to the camera.

“Hey everyone, it’s been a long while since I’ve come Live on Instagram. I just want to start by saying I’m sorry for disappearing without explanation.” I pause, feeling a lump form in my throat as I gather my thoughts.

“Guys, I want to admit something. I left social media because of my past mistakes. I was afraid to come back, afraid of facing judgment and criticism. But my husband, Steve, encouraged me to follow my passion again, and with his support, here I am.” I smile, feeling a wave of gratitude towards Steve for being there with me.

As I continue speaking, I can see their comments filled with expressions of surprise and admiration. It’s both humbling and overwhelming to see their reaction.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opens, and Steve steps out, dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. As I look at him, my heart skips a beat at the sight of him. Why does this man always look so hot that I feel like breaking all the buttons of his shirt and kissing every inch of his skin? Why?

Focus on Instagram Live, Grace!

He gives me a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with pride. Without saying a word, he walks over to me and places a gentle kiss on my cheek, shocking both me and my followers.

Fuck! Steve is full of surprises. I just stare at him in disbelief; the person who wasn’t ready to take even a photo with me for my Instagram post in the past. He just kissed me when millions of people were watching us. I feel like I’m dreaming with open eyes.

As I look into his eyes, I see nothing but love and support. I always wonder, what did I do to get this man?

Chuckling at my expression, he gives me a playful wink before heading towards the balcony. I watch him go, feeling a surge of affection towards him for believing in me and pushing me to be my best self.

As I turn back to the camera, I feel grateful for Steve’s unwavering support and encouragement. With him by my side, I know I can overcome any obstacle and pursue my dreams fearlessly.

I notice the comments flooding in with love and support.

“You both look so cute together.”

“Wow! Best couple.”

“I missed you both.”

I smile at the screen, feeling overwhelmed by the outpouring of love from my followers. “Thank you, guys, for all the love and support. It means the world to me.”

Connecting with my followers is what I truly love, and I missed it. I’m glad Steve pushed me to do this.

Then, a follower asks about our separation, and I pause, thinking how much to reveal. “I know many of you are curious about my personal life, and I appreciate your interest,” I begin, choosing my words carefully. “But some things are private, and I hope you can understand that. What I can tell you is that Steve and I are living happily together now, with our two little bundles of joy.”

I hope my response satisfies their curiosity without revealing too much.

As the comments continue pouring in, my followers express their eagerness to catch a glimpse of our twins.

“Please give us a glimpse of them. We’re dying to see them.”

“They’ll be cute, like their parents. We wanna see them.”

I chuckle at their enthusiasm. “Okay, okay. Let me show the twins to you,” I respond, flipping the camera to reveal the sleeping twins. “They’re asleep right now, but when they wake up, I’ll definitely share a photo of them with you all.”

Just then, there’s a knock at the door, and I see Steve returning from the balcony. He opens the door and turns towards me with a tray of breakfast in his hand.

“Wifey, the breakfast is here,” he announces, approaching me with a warm smile.

“Give me a sec, Steve. Let me say bye to them,” I reply, turning back to the camera.

But Steve surprises me yet again. “No need. You’re interacting with your followers after a year. You continue this, I’m here to feed you,” he says, settling down beside me with the tray of breakfast.

I look at him in disbelief, touched by his gesture. As he starts feeding me, I feel overwhelmed by his love and care. And I can see my followers going crazy in the comments.

“OMG, relationship goals!”

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“Today is our lucky day to witness this.”

“Guys, this is my husband who is always ready to spoil me with his love and care. I’m so lucky to have him,” I announce, entwining my tiny finger with his and bringing his hand closer to my lips before kissing it.

Steve leans in closer to the camera, his eyes filled with honesty. “Hey, everyone. I just wanted to express how fortunate I am to have Grace by my side.”

I smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. He’ll certainly bring tears of joy into my eyes.

“Guys, I think that’s enough for today. I’ll catch you in the next live session.” I hurriedly end the Instagram live because my man is driving me crazy with his unlimited love.

As soon as I finish, I jump into Steve’s lap, startling him. I pepper his face with kisses, unable to contain my happiness.

“Fuck! Steve.” I give him a tight hug. “It’s hard to believe you’re the same person who was so hesitant to even show a glimpse of yourself to my followers.”

“Back then, it used to frustrate me that you weren’t true to your followers.” He replies, his voice filled with affection, and his hand clasps my chin. “But now I’m here with you always because you’re genuine, my wifey.”

One day, this man will kill me with his love, for sure.

“Aww… Steve, why are you so sweet? I wanna eat you up.” I ask, continuing to shower him with kisses.

“If the reward of coming to live with you on Instagram is this, count me in for this every morning.” He lets out a chuckle before clasping my face. “Anyway, I’m so happy because finally, I can see that you’re truly happy. You were happy before, but I knew something was missing.” He caresses my hair with affection as he continues, “It’s so good to see the old spark in your eyes, Grace. Please never stop following your passion.”

“Never, baby,” I reply before capturing his lips in a tender kiss.

***

At night, I sigh and sit on the bed after finally putting the twins to sleep in the crib. Today, all day, they kept me busy.

Steve, who is working on the laptop, sitting on the sofa, glances at me, noticing my sigh. “Wifey, are you okay?”

I respond, “Yeah! Just a bit exhausted. When will you get free? I just want to lie down in your arms.”

“In five minutes, I’ll be all yours, Love.” He answers, and I smile at him.

He engrosses himself at work, and I sit comfortably on the bed to use Instagram. Back to all days, scrolling Instagram, checking how people are responding to my morning live sessions. It feels good.

As I scroll through my Instagram feed, I notice several reels that my fans have created from the small moments of me and Steve during the live sessions.

“Wow!” I squeal with delight as I watch each one, feeling overwhelmed by the love and support of my followers.

“What are you watching? You look so happy.” Steve’s words catch my attention and I shift my gaze to him with a wide smile.

As he closes his laptop, staring at me with curious eyes, I respond, “Us.”

“Us?” His brows narrow in confusion as he stands.

“Just come into my arms first, baby. Then I’ll explain.” As I open my arm, Steve grins before rushing into my arms.

“It feels so good to hold you.” He whispers, his voice filled with warmth as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his scent. This is my actual home. My exhaustion vanishes away as soon as I come into his arms.

“It feels good to be held by you too, Steve,” I murmur, my voice muffled against his shirt.

We pull apart and comfortably lie down on the bed, cuddling each other.

“Now, tell me what you were watching made you so happy.” He questions, curiosity evident in his eyes.

“My fans are making reels of our moments from the live session,” I tell him, showing him the screen filled with short videos capturing our laughter, our kisses, and our genuine interactions.

Steve’s eyes light up with excitement as he watches the reels alongside me. “Wow, these are incredible!” he exclaims, his gaze flicking between the screen and me.

I squeal. “We look so adorable together.”

He nods in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I never thought we would end up like this,” He whispers against my lips, clasping my face before capturing my lips in a soft kiss.

Every time his lips meet mine, I just forget about the rest of the world.