The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Since the day Hector moved out, Magnus had been over the moon. Every day, he'd come home from the office early, grinning from ear to ear, eager to snuggle up with Natalia. With little Jonas often out, the lovebirds had the nest to themselves. On this particular Saturday, Magnus returned home to the sound of Jonas" voice and remembered it was the weekend. As he stepped into the living room and saw the cozy scene of mother and son chatting on the couch, his heart melted into a warm puddle. Jonas turned and sprang up with a shout, "Daddy!" Magnus set his briefcase down and bent over to scoop up his boy, who was now nearly as tall as his waist. "Aren't you too big to be carried by me?" Magnus teased, a smile in his voice. "I'll still be your baby when I'm thirty," Jonas declared, as Magnus plopped him down on the couch. With a serious face, Jonas looked up at Magnus. "Dad, didn't you promise me a year ago that you'd give me a little brother or sister? I've been waiting a whole year. Where are they?" He stared intently at Magnus, his little eyes brimming with a mix of scorn and challenge as if to say, “You really aren't cutting it, are you?” Magnus was at a loss for words, glancing over at Natalia, whose cheeks were quickly turning pink. "What do you know? Your brother or sister can see how tall you are, and they're worried. They think that when they're born, you won't be tall enough to protect them. So, you see, you need to grow taller. That's the real issue!" Magnus replied with a straight face. "Hmph, Daddy, that's just an excuse. Admit it, you just can't make it happen." Jonas stood up, pointing at Magnus. "And tonight, I'm sleeping with Mommy!" "Why's that?" Magnus asked, puzzled. "Because | gave you Mommy to make a brother or sister for me, but since you haven't, | want Mommy back!" Jonas said, hands on his hips. Magnus looked at his clever little adversary, fighting the urge to throttle him. "You can't call me incapable! Look how tall | am," Jonas continued, jumping into Natalia's lap and planting a defiant kiss on her cheek, eyeing Magnus with triumph. Magnus watched the smug little guy, feeling his blood boil. He wanted to toss him out right then and there, but seeing Natalia's smiling eyes, he held back. He glared at his son, his lips curling into a cunning smile. After dinner, which the maid had prepared before leaving them to their family time, Magnus called out to Jonas, "Let's go work off that meal, son. It's not good to sit right after eating." "Sure, daddy! Where are we going?" Jonas asked, looking up at him. "To the gym." They walked to the home gym. "Buddy, if you can do two hundred push-ups tonight, you can sleep with Mommy," Magnus said with a smirk. "That's easy. I'll have them done in no time," Jonas boasted, eager to prove his dad wrong. But after fifty push-ups, Jonas was gasping. "Daddy, | need a break." "No breaks. You can't quit after just a quarter. I'm disappointed,” Magnus said, standing on the treadmill, watching Jonas push through. When Jonas hit one hundred, he collapsed, panting, "You're being unfair!" Magnus smirked at his sweaty son. "Endurance is what makes a man. If you can't handle this, how can you be my son, huh?" Speechless, Jonas lay there, cursing his own foolishness. Yet, he closed his eyes and pressed on. At one hundred fifty, Jonas was too exhausted to move and fell asleep right there on the floor. Natalia came in, cradling him with concern. "Baby, what happened?" she asked, shooting Magnus a fierce look. "It wasn't me. It was his idea," Magnus said, raising his hands in defense. After tucking Jonas into bed, Natalia curled up beside him, but within minutes, she was swept away into another set of arms and laid in a colder embrace. Opening her eyes, she saw Magnus, with a stern face, carrying her to the next room. "What are you doing?" She asked, confused. "You're my woman. You shouldn't be sleeping with that little rascal,” he said as he kicked open the bedroom door, laid her on the bed, and hovered over her. "But you promised Jonas..." Natalia started.

Magnus cut her off with a passionate kiss, then pulled back to say, "That little guy doubted my ahjlity to give | Shire. proc him ng. Besides, after all those push-ups, he won't wake up before nine. Honey, we need to get serious about the baby-making project!" Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. Natalia sighed. So this was all a ploy to tire Jonas out, to fulfill his own desires — Magnus was so shameless. As Magnus expertly slipped off Natalia's straps and his lips traced her skin, she melted beneath him, and the room filled with their union's warmth and sweetness.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The next morning, Jonas did indeed sleep until nine, waking up without an ounce of stre thy esi omy He got dressed and went downstairs, finding Magnus leisurely reading the newspaper on the couch. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. "Did Mommy sleep with me last night?" Jonas asked, eyeing his father with suspicion. He remembered falling for his dad's sneaky plan the evening before. What a naughty daddy! "Of course, your mom snuggled up with you all night, and kicked me out to the spare room. You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" Magnus replied, his dark eyes glinting with a teasing edge. "But when | woke up, Mommy wasn't there." Jonas mumbled, scratching his head in confusion.

"That's because it's already nine in the morning, sport. Your mom's been up for hours. Look she'pouteide!!! WEjering id dds. Go ask her if you don't believe me," Magnus said, nodding toward the figure in the garden just beyond the patio doors. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. Jonas dashed off to find his mother, and as he did, the corners of Magnus’ mouth curled into an ever-deepening smile. He had managed to dupe Jonas successfully, and of course, Natalia, his wife, wouldn't dare reveal that she hadn't actually spent the night in Jonas’ embrace. All day long, Jonas basked in the blissful belief that he had indeed slept with his mommy. His little heart was swollen with joy.