Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

ANASTASIA

"Cow pose..." I took a deep breath and arched my back downward. I closed my eyes and stayed in the position for half a minute. I released a long breath as I returned to the normal position. "Cat pose..." I murmured as I inhaled and arched my back upward. I held the position for a few seconds and ended it. Somehow, it was one of the exercises that pulled at my incisions. Panting, I crawled to the bed where I placed the notepad where Dennis jotted down the list of exercises that the doctor had prescribed.

"Nope, nu-uh," I shook my head when I saw what was next on the list.

Pelvic tilt.

The exercise I dreaded the most. Sometimes whenever Dennis was home, he'd convince me to do it and help me get in the position. And that was even once in a while.

I skipped it and went to the next exercises.

Stretches. My favorites.

I sat, back straight, on the chair to do the stretches that required me sitting.

I smiled as I reclined in the seat and rolled my ankle. Ankle rolls were my favorite. It requires no stress at all. I even once fell asleep while doing it. It was that effortless. For me, anyway.

I rolled my neck after I finished my stretches.

After I was done, I removed my workout clothes and headed to the bathroom.

For the intense workout I just had, I rewarded myself with a long soothing bath.

I took my time to pick out the comfiest clothes I owned. Well... the comfiest clothes that Dennis owned.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

There was something super special about his sleeveless shirts and boxer shorts; that special thing made them very comfortable.

After I was done, I plonked on the bed and grabbed my phone and laptop. I first had a thirty minute call with the NICU center. I saw my baby and I was told how he was doing. Then I got a little bit of lectures on some things that I should take note of when I eventually bring him home.

When the call ended, I settled down to watch a movie.

Thirty minutes into the movie, I heard Dennis' car come up the driveway.

I paused the movie and walked down the stairs to welcome him.

I pulled the door open and waited for him to reach the door.

"Hey babe," the moment he reached the door, his arm went around my waist as he pulled me in for a hug.

"He pressed his lips to mine. He pulled back. "How're you?"

I shrugged as he veered us both inside. "I'm fine. You're back early today. How was work?"

"Work was great and I'm back early because of you," he said as he pulled me in for another kiss.

When he pulled back, he raised the paper bag in his hands. "I got us takeouts for dinner."

"Aw, that's so thoughtful of you," I cooed as I looked at the bag. "What is it?"

"One of your favorites," he answered and placed a kiss on my right cheek. "Let me go freshen up then we'll eat."

"Okay," I said as I took the bags from him.

He rushed up the stairs while I headed to the kitchen and emptied the content of the takeaways into two plates. Then I headed upstairs to our room with the plates.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, only clad in the towel on his hips, I convinced him to eat with me before he went to the closet.

"Come on, Ana. I won't take long. Let me just put on a short."

"No," I whined. "Eat with me first."

He sighed, then he gingerly lowered himself opposite me on the floor beside the vanity mirror.

"Macaroni and cheese sit at the end of my favorite meals," I commented as I took a forkful of the meal, savoring the tasty food.

"Yes. But I'm certain that chicken drumsticks and corn sit at the top. I mixed them up," he answered as he picked up a drumstick and offered it to me.

After our meal, I returned to my movie while he took the plates to the kitchen, after which he headed to the closet.

A few minutes later I felt the bed dip as he climbed up the bed.

I got in a sitting position. Then he placed my legs on his while I placed the laptop in front of us.

"What's the title?" He asked after watching for a few seconds.

"Journey."

"That's it?"

I nodded.

"Hmm," he hummed. "Never heard of it before."

I hummed back something incoherent, my focus on the movie.

We quietly watched as the hero of the movie-a cold hearted beast, at least what he weirdly wanted the world to see him as-let his guard down and professed his love to the female lead.

I batted my lashes, a smile

stretching on my lips as I watched

her say to him, "We're all beasts in our own way, Ryan," then she got on her tippy toes and pressed her lips to his. That was the only invitation that Ryan needed as he swooped her in his arms and kissed her back.

I paused the movie and wiped the invisible tears on my eyes. "That's so beautiful, isn't it?"

I turned to face Dennis and found his gaze on me. His gaze was on my lips as he nodded, "You're right." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. "But we can make something more beautiful.

I giggled. "Oh yeah?"

He smirked. "Of course."

I was suddenly aware of his bare chest and his hands on my feet. His hands pressed on my feet ever so gently. I could barely feel that he was doing anything there but it soothed the subtle aches.

I watched with bated breath as he lowered his head and placed a kiss on each of my toes. Then he removed my legs from his and knelt on the bed, my legs in between his.

He slowly kissed my legs, his gaze fixed on me, as he made his way up.

"Is this beautiful enough?" He asked, his face a few inches from mine.

I smirked but my voice came out hoarse. "Try harder."

He closed the space between us and took my lips in what felt like the best kiss I'd ever had. My arms wrapped around his neck as I kissed him back.

I felt his hands on either side of my waist as he made me lay on the bed. The cat pose while on its back suddenly got easier as I arched into him, wishing that my chest was bare too.

As if he could read my thoughts, his hands deliciously creeped under my- his shirt. They trailed upward, felt my boobs for a few seconds then he briefly pulled away and helped me out of his shirt.