I watch my wife undress from my spot in bed as the morning sky turns a light pink and orange.
It couldn't have been later than seven thirty in the morning.
"You're off today?" She asks as she examines her closet in her bra and panties. "I could've swore you works an early shift today."
"Bobby and I traded shifts because he has a date tomorrow," I say rolling onto my stomach with a huff. "So I'm enjoying bed."
"I can see that," she laughs. "Blue or purple?"
"Blue," I mutter into my pillow.
"You didn't even look," she says pushing my side.
"You have always looked better in blue," I grunt but turn my head anyways. "I still choose blue. You happy?"
"I am," she says hanging up the purple dress again before undoing the belt and zipper.
She lies …show more content…
I eventually find it and zip it up slowly, pressing a kiss to her back every few inches as I do.
"I do actually have to get to work," she says grabbing her belt and walking away from the belt as she fastens it around her waist. "Boots or heels?"
"I'm not a shoe person," I laugh and then look over her with a smile. "Sorry."
"I'll just wear my leather boots. I need to break them in anyway," she says walking back toward the bed. "I look good, right?"
"You always look good," I say looking up at her as she leans over my head. "But today, you look perfect."
"Are you sure this doesn't make my hips look too wide?" She says referencing to the belt that tightens the dress around her waist and helps show off her hips.
"No. You look perfect," I say touching the corner of her mouth to wipe away some leftover toothpaste. "Now go to work. I'll see you for lunch."
Melinda kisses me goodbye before leaving the room, and I roll back over and try to get a few more hours of …show more content…
The sad feminine voice of my mother told me something. That my father passed away from congestive heart failure.
It was unexpected to say the least. My mother cries softly into the phone; I don't.
I don't do anything, actually. I cradle the phone to my ear for hours, staring blankly at the wall, unable to hear the obnoxious beeping that signals the disconnect. This is how Melinda finds me when she comes home for lunch.
"My father is dead," I tell her blankly when I feel her sit beside me.
She gently pulls the phone from my grasp and sets it on the hook, squeezes my hand gently and pulls me close.
"I'm sorry," she whispers in my ear; I shake her head.
"He died a long time ago to me," I mutter softly.
"Jim..." She sighs.
"Do you se-" I begin to reply.
"No," she answers blankly. "What are the plans?"
"I haven't seen him since I was sixteen, Melinda." I say softly. "He hated me since I was born."
"I know..." She says softly, her head on my shoulder. "You don't owe him a thing. We can always just stay here and resume our lives."
"My mother would never forgive me if I did that. His wake is the day after tomorrow." I reply.
"I thin-" She starts to say.
"I think we should go," I
It couldn't have been later than seven thirty in the morning.
"You're off today?" She asks as she examines her closet in her bra and panties. "I could've swore you works an early shift today."
"Bobby and I traded shifts because he has a date tomorrow," I say rolling onto my stomach with a huff. "So I'm enjoying bed."
"I can see that," she laughs. "Blue or purple?"
"Blue," I mutter into my pillow.
"You didn't even look," she says pushing my side.
"You have always looked better in blue," I grunt but turn my head anyways. "I still choose blue. You happy?"
"I am," she says hanging up the purple dress again before undoing the belt and zipper.
She lies …show more content…
I eventually find it and zip it up slowly, pressing a kiss to her back every few inches as I do.
"I do actually have to get to work," she says grabbing her belt and walking away from the belt as she fastens it around her waist. "Boots or heels?"
"I'm not a shoe person," I laugh and then look over her with a smile. "Sorry."
"I'll just wear my leather boots. I need to break them in anyway," she says walking back toward the bed. "I look good, right?"
"You always look good," I say looking up at her as she leans over my head. "But today, you look perfect."
"Are you sure this doesn't make my hips look too wide?" She says referencing to the belt that tightens the dress around her waist and helps show off her hips.
"No. You look perfect," I say touching the corner of her mouth to wipe away some leftover toothpaste. "Now go to work. I'll see you for lunch."
Melinda kisses me goodbye before leaving the room, and I roll back over and try to get a few more hours of …show more content…
The sad feminine voice of my mother told me something. That my father passed away from congestive heart failure.
It was unexpected to say the least. My mother cries softly into the phone; I don't.
I don't do anything, actually. I cradle the phone to my ear for hours, staring blankly at the wall, unable to hear the obnoxious beeping that signals the disconnect. This is how Melinda finds me when she comes home for lunch.
"My father is dead," I tell her blankly when I feel her sit beside me.
She gently pulls the phone from my grasp and sets it on the hook, squeezes my hand gently and pulls me close.
"I'm sorry," she whispers in my ear; I shake her head.
"He died a long time ago to me," I mutter softly.
"Jim..." She sighs.
"Do you se-" I begin to reply.
"No," she answers blankly. "What are the plans?"
"I haven't seen him since I was sixteen, Melinda." I say softly. "He hated me since I was born."
"I know..." She says softly, her head on my shoulder. "You don't owe him a thing. We can always just stay here and resume our lives."
"My mother would never forgive me if I did that. His wake is the day after tomorrow." I reply.
"I thin-" She starts to say.
"I think we should go," I