[BL] My enemy became my husband

Chapter 11

Back to present:

The next day the photographer was already called and Bartholomew couldn't stay in place. He came to our room with five boxes and put all of them on the bed with a satisfied smile:

"I couldn't decide which one to buy so I bought all of them. Let's see what you would look like in them."

I opened the boxes with a frown:

"Do I need to try all of these on?

-Of course. Otherwise how will we know which one suits you best?"

I looked up at Bartholomew ready to argue but he looked so happy that I couldn't say anything and just went to the bathroom to try on the first outfit. As soon as I was ready I came out to show Bartholomew and the latter's eyes started shining. He looked my body all over and even walked around me a few times with a huge smile:

"You look absolutely stunning. This color looks perfect on you.

-Then this one it is.

-No. Maybe one of the other's would look even better on you. You have to try all of them on.

-But..."

Once again I couldn't say anything and that frustrated me but seeing Bartholomew so happy forced me to walk back into the bathroom and try on the next outfit. Once ready, I came out again and Bartholomew had the exact same reaction as the first time. And that was the same for every outfit I tried on. He couldn't stop complimenting me and that made me shy:

"My wife is the most beautiful person on this Earth.

-Don't call me that.

-Why not? Only a few weeks and you will be Aed Virion.

-You didn't seduce me yet."

Bartholomew laughed:

"That's because my kitten is so shy that I have to take things slow so as not to scare him away."

I rolled my eyes and tried moving on.

"So which outfit should we choose? I think all of them are good.

-Then let's take pictures in all of them."

Of course Bartholomew wasn't taking no for an answer and I wasn't expecting him to have prepared matching outfits for all the outfits that he bought for me. It took us two hours and the photographer took thousands of pictures of us on Bartholomew's demand. He didn't let me stand feering that I would get tired and would bring me a chair or hold me in his arms bridal style and then held me just with one arm, raising me higher than his head.

The photographer needed a few days for the touching up but Bartholomew still wanted to see what the pictures looked like so he got a copy of them and he spent the following days just staring at them when he wasn't with me. I noticed because every time I came out of the bathroom he would be smiling at the screen before turning to me and turning the screen off. He had a childish smile on his lips while looking at the pictures and I found him adorable. How couldn't I? That grown up man looked as if he had gotten everything he ever asked for. He was so adorable that I got curious about the pictures myself and asked him to see them.

I walked up to him and sat down on his tight, waiting for Bartholomew to show me the pictures but for some reason he didn't move. I looked at him wondering what was wrong and when I saw his face he looked completely bewildered for some reason:

"What is it?

-You sat in my lap."

I suddenly realized what I had done and was ready to stand up but Bartholomew was quicker and he surrounded my waist of his arms, hugging me with all his might: