“Whatever,” Luka said, throwing the unopened envelope into the trash. He walked back into the living room to find his wonderful wife and six month old baby.
Miruku was a lovely woman. She cared so much for everyone around her, especially her husband and child. Luka knew he was lucky to have her.
Henri, the daughter of the two, was an absolute bundle of joy. From the moment they brought her home she was laughing and giggling.
Miruku was usually a very slim lady, but since the pregnancy she packed on a few pounds. If Luka was honest… he didn’t really mind it. In fact, he kind of liked it a lot. He had a secret hope she’d stay the weight she was at, even get a little bigger. But he knew she wanted to get back to her slim body, and of course he would force her to gain weight for him. But those pregnant boobs did make him have butterflies in his stomach.
—
Months Pass.
Henri is now eight months old.
Luka stands by the coffee machine, waiting for the long process of the machine to empty out a gross and bitter coffee that he’d drink with shame.
“Afternoon, Luka,” a familiar voice said to him. He sighed,
“Afternoon, Melisa,” he replied, turning his head to see the bane of his existence. Melisa Coyle.
“Haven’t seen you around the office much the last week, you been sick?” She asked, reaching over and grabbing a cup.
The problem with Melisa was nothing to do with her personality, work ethic, anything like that. It was simply the fact that she had gigantic breasts and loved to show them off,
“No I’ve been around, just working,” Luka replied in a dry way, trying to make her get bored of him and go elsewhere. He stared right into her eyes but could still see the gaping cleavage between her shirt,
“Right. Well how’s your daughter?”
“Good,”
“How old’s she now?”
“Eight months,”
“Wow… I can’t believe how quick that’s been. But time flies, huh,” she said. Luka gave a half-chuckle, he grabbed his coffee, wanting this conversation to end as quickly as possible, “I mean I had my son feeding until he was around three years old! How embarrassing…”
Luka could’ve almost gone bright red, but he couldn’t even be bothered to do that. But of course, that’s all he’s going to be thinking about for the rest of the day. Melisa and her breasts, filled with milk…
“Nice catching up,” Luka said before turning away and leaving as quick as he could.
He headed towards his desk, but instead diverted for the bathroom.
Another co-worker left the bathroom right as Luka walked in. He entered, quickly looked around to see if anyone else was in there.
He was alone.
He locked the door and let out a deep sigh, wiping his hands over his face. He knew for a fact he was rock solid down below, and he hated it.
It was something about Melisa’s breasts that just turned him on so much and that made him so frustrated,
“God dammit,” he groaned to himself as he slid down the wall, onto the floor, “why do they have to make me so…”
He looked into the light on the ceiling,
“If I could do anything about them and how much they piss me off, I would,” he said to the light as if it were a higher power.
Slip.
Luka looked down, seeing a piece of paper slide from underneath one of the toilet stalls,
“Shit! Sorry!” He said, standing up quickly, “didn’t mean to talk to myself like that,” he chuckled. He walked over to the door… it was slightly ajar. He leaned in closer before just poking it a tiny bit. The door started opening. He pushed harder, and the door opened all the way. No one was in there,
“Huh?” He said. He walked past all the doors, opening each and every one. No one.
He walked back to the piece of paper and grabbed it,
‘Good Afternoon, Mr. Luka Decieto,
For the last two months I have been trying to get a hold of you, and yet each time you manage to ignore me.
Rather impressive to be so absolutely dismissive.
However, despite a poor first impression, I still have high hopes for you.
You are one of few of whom have been selected for the Daily Wish. For the next month, you will receive a single wish per day to use as you… wish!
Each day, at 12 o’clock midnight, you will be able to make a single wish. Then you must wait until the next day to use your next.
I wish you the best, and don’t ignore my attempts to communicate with you,
Yours,
Rose’
“What kind of bullshit is this,” Luka said, scrunching up the paper and throwing it in the trash.
This kind of stupid joke is the reason Luka hated school, and he wasn’t dealing with it in a work environment! He unlocked the door and left, grumpy.
—
Luka sat at his desk with his coffee, staring at his boring computer screen as he did his boring job. He was practically counting the seconds before he could go home.
And then, because the day just had to piss him off more, Melisa walked past his desk.
Her breast bouncing up and down as she walked. She turned her head and smiled at him. He awkwardly smiled back. And as she left, he dropped his head into his hands. He started to whisper to himself,
“You know what, I wish…