Taming My Arrogant Husband

Six Months Later

Sophia's POV:

"Oh, my God!"

I closed my eyes, grabbing the railings of the stairs as I felt the pain growing from my lower abdomen followed by an unexplained type of pain from my lower back.

"Oh, God...!"

Tears are now forming around my eyes. I wanted to scream but the pain was consuming my strength which prevents me from opening my mouth.

I couldn't find anyone in the living room. Daniel was in his study room, as I told him earlier that I was fine and that I'll just call him when I need something. He hasn't been going to the office since he knew I'm pregnant, instead, he asked Andrew and Denise to bring him all the documents that need his signature and approval. He also became overprotective even over little things... well, it's not that I complained, honestly, I like that side of him.

I tried to get my phone out of my pocket as I slowly taking the steps down the stairs. But I was just in the middle of dialing my husband's number when suddenly our eyes meet. He's frowning at the end of the stairs but noticing that I was in pain, quickly ran to my side.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" His voice laced with worry as he held my hand.

I wanted to answer his question but I think the pain doesn't want me to speak as I felt it stronger every passing minute.

"Hey, you're in pain! What the hell! Are you okay?"

"Oh, God! You're seeing me in pain and then you're asking me if I'm okay?"

"Ohh---"

"We have to go to the hospital right now."

"Huh? Why? Are you---"

"I think your child wants to come out."

"What?" He asked me in shock, his eyes widened.

"I said your baby wants to get out of my tummy! We have to go to the hospital right now!" I screamed loudly as he remained standing and motionless.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit! Let's go!" I guess panic arises in him as he gets startled. His eyes doubled in size and were about to lift me but I remembered something important that I had left in our room.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"You have to get the bag."

"Which bag?"

"The one that has all our baby's stuff, diaper and everything! It's in the drawer---ahhgg!" But I was interrupted by another series of pains that surged down my body.

"Aghh---Goddamnit! Forget that fucking bag! I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" And without any second, he bent over and lifted me by his arms.

I gasped in surprise but eventually hold on to his neck as he quickly walked down the stairs.

"Sweetheart, we have to bring the bag to the hospital. All my records were there, including our baby's stuff."

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'll ask Nanay Emily to bring it to the hospital!"

I closed my eyes and remained quiet as I felt the pain again, while in my mind there's a fuss swirling about how much DEL of pain a human body could endure, compare to the pain felt by a woman who gives birth.

'A human body can only endure up to 45 'DEL' (Unit) of pain, while a woman giving birth feels up to 57 DEL of pain which is equal to 20 bones getting fractured.'

But....there have been medical personnel who claim that it's not true - incorrect - wrong - false - erroneous.

They say there is no unit for pain and it's impossible to quantify it even with the technology we have today. Pain can't be measured as each individual's tolerance varies according to their level of experience and each person's experience is unique.

Yes, a human body is capable of extraordinary feats and many people can withstand extraordinary amounts of pain but there are also people who can't withstand pain.

But no matter what they say, there is no amount of pain that can win against the mother's love and care for her children.

"Agh! Fucking shit!"

"Why? What happened?" I asked him confused after he placed me on the passenger seat.

"I forgot the fucking key!"

I inhaled deeply. If we were just in a different situation, I swear I would have laughed at him. But thank God as before he could even step back into the house, Ben and two of his men came driving in my car. They immediately helped us get into the car. We were in the back seat and I witnessed how worried my husband was while holding my hand. He also kissed my head continuously every time I squeezed his arm. He never once complained as he knows I am in pain.

"Ohh.. little kid, have mercy on your mommy, please." He muttered repeatedly until we reached the emergency room and took me directly to the delivery room.

30 years later... Sophia's POV:

"Hey! Mr. Kelley, will you stop doing that!" I whispered-yelled....half annoyed---half excited when I found my husband staring at me while I was in front of my makeup stand and I was applying cream on my face.

He's lying in bed, his head leaning against the headboard and has a book on his hands, which was previously on his lap. Maybe he thought I wasn't aware of what he was doing but little did he know I could see it out from the corner of my eyes.

"Huh? Stop doing what? I'm not doing anything, sweetheart. I wasn't even moving." He tried to pretend innocent, but he couldn't hide the smile that formed on his lips, no matter how he tried. "Yeah, you're not doing anything but your eyes were moving! I can't concentrate on applying my cream!" I turned to him with a frown.

Putting down the book, he laughed at me that echoed in the four corners of our room.

"How did you know I'm staring at you if you're too busy putting something on your face?"

I held my chin up and faced him with a raised eyebrow.

"Ohh...sweetheart, it's been thirty years and I've already memorized the sound of your snore and the smell of your fart, not to mention how many times you pee every night, so don't ask me how did I know you're staring at me. I have two eyes and I could see you from its corner!

The laugh he gave me by this time was louder than he had expressed earlier, but I continued to put on my cream and pretended not to be affected by his laugh. A few seconds later, I noticed him standing and went to where I sit.

Our eyes met through the mirror and it was when I realized how many years have passed by and I still have the same feeling I have for him 30 years ago. The man who stood by me in those 30 years... who became my happy pill, my strength and my inspiration.

The one who made a promise to love me and me alone until his last breath. And thank God to the heaven above as He guided him and let him fulfilled that promise.

"Look who's staring, Mrs. Kelley." He said having a mischievous grin on his lips.

I gulped.

"I just realized how handsome you are today, sweetheart." I winked at him and he laughed again.

"Really?" He put his hands on my shoulders.

"Yup."

"Only today?" I nodded. "Whoa! I can't believe you! We've been married more than 30 years but you just have found how handsome I am today?"

I giggled when he started massaging the blade of my shoulders. It sends shivers down my core which slowly drowns my body into the pool of lusts. I bit my lower lip to suppress the moan that wanted to escape my throat.

"What are you doing?" I asked in confusion as he bent over and laid his chin on my head. His hands continued moving down to my arms.

"Tell me, sweetheart, when do you find me the most handsome? Is it every morning when I wake up, while we were having lunch or dinner? Uhmm... do you also find me sexy in bed?"

I gulped looking him straight in the eye. What the heck! Where the hell are those questions going?

"May I know why you ask them suddenly, Mister? Don't tell me you're insecure with your body right now?"

"Of course, not! I just want to know if what I was thinking was right..." I raised an eyebrow. "...that in these 30 years of being your husband, I can feel how you melt with my touch. And take note, I've always caught you drooling over this body."

"Oh, goodness!" I couldn't help rolling

my eyes. I already imagined him saying those things...again! Well, he always does and let me tell you, that's his favorite dialogue. I bit my lip to stifle my laugh. If there's one thing that hasn't changed in him, it's his being so arrogant that he turned out to be a narcissist over time.

"Come on, Sophia Kelley, don't deny it. I know how you always wanted to touch me and if I didn't know, you just always restrained yourself because you're afraid that the kids might be caught you." "Hahaha! Get your hands off me, Daniel Kelley!" I removed his hands that's now massaging my breasts. "Don't you dare change the truth!"

"I'm not, sweetheart. I was just stating the truth." He said with a wink.

"Hey, you're just describing yourself and not me!"

I stood up to face him...but as always happened, my height levelled only on his chin, so I still had to look up or tiptoed so that our eyes could be on the same level.

"It was you who couldn't keep his hands in his pockets and couldn't wait for your children to sleep! You're such a pervert that you have always taken advantage of me every time we were in a public place and even inside the car when your children weren't paying attention! So now tell me, from the two of us, who can't keep his penis on his pants?"

"Whoa!" instead of answering my question, he pulled me by my waist. It's too late for me to realize what would happen next as my back has already hit the softness of the bed. He held my hands on the side, his knees were placed in between my legs while he positioned himself on top of me, giving me half of his weights.

"Tsk.tsk.tsk. Nothing has changed, sweetheart." He said his eyes moving from my eyes, down to my nose and to my lips.

"What do you mean nothing has changed?" I still asked even though inside of me, I already knew the answer. Nothing has changed in the way we feel towards each other. We still have those sparks that quickly ignites every time we were together even after 30 long years of being married.

"Nah. Don't mind it. I just want you to know that I love you. I loved you more than anything else and will continue to love you and our children until we grow old."

"Tsk.tsk." I sighed, cupping his cheeks the moment he let go of my wrists. "You know what, even though I feel confused as to why you got so dramatic this morning, I'm happy."

"You do?"

"Hmm." I nodded smiling. "I love you too, sweetheart, and I think even eternity is not enough to compare to the love I have for you."

Flashing me his melting smile, I waited for the next move he will make. And just like the old times, I don't have to ask the questions 'what' and 'why' as my heart already knew what was playing in his head.

Let me tell you one thing--- I don't want to close my eyes while waiting for his lips to touch mine. I want to see him close his eyes and feel the emotions that we both have at the same time.

But before his lips could even reach mine...

...the door to our room swung open...

"Holy Christ! Mom, Dad!"

We both gasped in shock and turned to the door only to see our youngest daughter, Sabrina covering her eyes with her hands.

"Argh! Don't you know how to knock?" Daniel scolded her playfully.

"Of course, I know how to knock, Dad! In fact, I keep knocking outside but you're not answering, so I decided to push the door! Haist!" She stomped her foot. "Isn't it too early for your making out session? Gosh! When are you going to stop being clingy towards each other?"

Daniel and I shared a look and laughed together seeing her reaction. I patted his biceps and he gave a quick kiss on the forehead before getting off on top of me.

"You can take off your hands now." I stand up glaring at Daniel who looks disappointed on the side. "I'm sorry, baby, I promise you won't see it again."

"Argh! You always say that, Mom." She said scrunching her face.

I tried not to laugh when my husband let out a frustrated sigh. Sabrina or Sab for short is our youngest and only daughter of our three children. Our eldest son Neil is already married and has his own family, while our second son Luke seemed to have his father's attitude.

Well, I'm not saying he's as rude and arrogant as his father, but unlike Neil and Sab whose very outgoing, Luke is a complete opposite of his siblings. He likes reading books and playing his guitar rather than hanging out with his friends and meet some girls at the club or at different parties when he was studying.

He's now the current CEO of Kl corporation as Neil pursued his medical degree and now a successful heart surgeon in LA. He only had one girlfriend in college and when they broke up, he didn't pursue any girl. But don't get me wrong... he loves his siblings so much that sometimes act as the eldest among the three.

While our youngest and the cutest Sab graduated fashion designing in New York and met the man who captured her heart and will take her to the altar in the next three days. We're now preparing for her grand wedding and yesterday almost took our energies, so we ended up exhausted and woke up late this morning.

"Come here, I'll help you fix your hair." I pushed her dad to the bed and motioned her to sit in front of my makeup stand. She told me last night that Kian, her fiance will pick her up today.

"Mom..."

But the look she gave me makes me and Daniel laugh. I know that look. It's her silent plea saying....' mom, I'm old enough to fix my hair. I'm no longer a baby'... in which we always end up into light arguments.

"I know you're no longer a baby, but can you blame your Mom? It's your wedding in the next three days and of course, you'll be living with Kian, so let me do this as I will miss doing it when you're already separated with us." I said giving her a sad smile as I opened my arms, gesturing her to come to me.

"Ahh... Mom..." She let out a light chuckle but took a step forward to hug me. "Mom, we'll be just in New York and---" but I interrupted her because of shock.

"Oh, my God! You mentioned the word 'just' as if going to New York from Los Angeles takes about 10 to 15 minutes of drive!"

"Mom, your husband is rich." She winked at her father in which he returned with a laugh. "He owns three private jets that can send and pick you up in New York whenever you want, right dad?"

"Of course!" And the boss agreed that caused me to roll my eyes.

'When the father and daughter come together.'

"I can buy you a house in New York, sweetheart if you want. You just have to say a word."

"See? Dad can do everything for you, Mom. Don't you remember? He's one of the top billionaires in LA!"

"And don't forget that I'm also the most handsome, baby!" Daniel winked at me.

"I totally agree with you, Dad!"

"Uhuh! You really are my daughter!"

And they shared a high-five.

'Whew! I told you, nothing has changed, it multiplied instead.'

"Okay, that's enough! I think I don't want to know where this conversation is heading." I said glaring at them playfully. "Take care, Sab, and please tell Kian to take you home before dinner because your Aunt

Rian and Uncle Alex will join us for dinner tonight."

"Really? Will my cousins also come?"

"Uhm... I'm not sure about that. I'll ask your Aunt later."

"Okay, bye Mom, bye dad. I have to go." She kissed my cheek and his dad before walking to the door.

"Please be careful, Sabrina." Daniel and I uttered in unison.

"I will." She waved at us before disappearing from our sight.

Daniel stood up to close the door and when he turned, he had the very familiar grin between his lips.

"Finally!" He screamed and was about to take a step when we heard a loud knock outside. I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter when he throws a punch in the air.

He opened the door only to see her daughter...again.

"What?" He asked Sab, a bit frustrations tied in his voice.

"I forgot my phone." She shrugged.

He opened the door widely and let her daughter enter. And before she steps out...

"Daddy, please?"

"Please what?"

"I know Mom couldn't get pregnant anymore, but just in case, I'll remind you again... I don't want to have a little brother or sister again."

"And why not?"

"Oh, gosh! You're too old, Dad, to take care of them, duh!"

"What the---"

"Bye! I love you, guys!"

We had a different expression when we left alone. Daniel has a deep frown while I have almost died of laughter.

We're always like this. We were

blessed with three smart and independent children... Neil, Luke

and Sabrina. But am the three, Sab

turned out to be the new version of me. Yes, she's the female

version of

her father when it comes to facial features, but most of her personalities have taken from me...tough and stubborn and don't

forget the humour.