Thomas

I'm 26 years old, married to Thomas, he's 30, he's tall, pumped up, keeps his word if he promises to do something, he's an ordinary office worker, but he wants to become the director of his own company or something that has nothing to do with the mafia or crime. I work as a clothing designer and sew clothes. I have my own studio and I work there more often. Thomas earns a normal income, just like Thomas. I met him by chance. I was carrying bags from a store and fell, and Thomas was right there. He helped me. The spark went sour. We exchanged numbers and started calling until the night, romance and hugs. Then we started dating. A few years later, he proposed marriage, and I accepted. We had a normal wedding, no fancy clothes, just then. Thomas and I rented an apartment and we live there. We were sorry, but he came first to apologize. We hadn't even discussed having children yet, but our parents already wanted to. babysit grandchildren