Martha's p.o.v
My heart was beating rapidly and my eyes were glued to the clock on the wall.
10 pm and none of them were back home yet.
Were they in trouble?. Because it wasn't like Pablo not to call whenever he was held back, be it at work or somewhere else.
I stood up from the bed and walked back and forth.
They both left early saying that they had something they wanted to pick up. But why did they forget to tell me what time they were coming back home? Both their phones were turned off, I couldn't help but feel worried.
When I heard the living room door open. I stood up and rushed there quickly.
"Honey, I'm home," Lucas called loudly while he closed the door behind him.
I approached him and quickly wrapped my arms around his shoulders in relief.
"Now that's a wifely welcome." H
