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Damian
“No,”I said sternly as Stella stood in front of me. A few days had passed since the intense weekend, and we were slowly falling into a new pattern. I didn’t cross paths with her much during the weekdays because I left for work before sunrise and was home late after the sun fell for the day.
Stella was in her art mode, too. When she was in the zone of creation, she was locked in tight, and I didn’t see a need to interrupt her from her masterpieces. That was what they were, too—masterpieces. I’d never seen art like hers in my life. Maybe I was biased because she was my wife, but hell, she was the best creator I’d ever seen.
She didn’t know it, but I was sending clients her way. When I’d sell a property, I’d also slide them her card so they could buy commission pieces for her. She’d probably hate the idea that I was doing it, but I didn’t care.
The world deserved to see her creations on a grand scheme.
Anyway.
That had nothing to do with anything that was happening that very minute.
Stella stood in front of me, now only using one crutch to get around, grinning like a goofy person. “Come on, Damian! We definitely have to do this.”
“Again, no,” I said. “There’s no way in hell we are doing this.”
“Please?” she begged. “It’s Friday night, and we’re both finally home at the same time. I’m bored, and you’re bored, so it only makes sense for us to hang out and do something.”
“I’m fine with hanging out with you and doing something as long as it’s not that something.”
She pushed out her bottom lip in the biggest pout and whimpered as she dangled the keys in front of my face. “Pleaseeee?”
I hated her for being so damn cute. It made it hard for me to hold my unbothered personality. Because every time she pouted my way, all I wanted to do was give her whatever the hell she wanted.
“Don’t do that,” I warned.
“Do what?”
Be so perfect.
I rolled my eyes. “Are you even trained to teach people to drive?”
She sighed. “You don’t need to be trained to teach people how to drive, Damian. That’s not a thing.”
“Uh, pretty sure that’s a thing.”
“Stop being dramatic. This is going to be great. Come on. Please. I really want to spend some time with you.”
That did me in. She confessed wanting to spend time with me, and my frozen heart began to defrost like a solid chicken breast in the microwave. I was rubbery as all get out for this woman.
“We’ll stay on the property,” I told her.
The moment she realized she broke me down enough to agree with the plan, she did a little wiggly jig.
Add that cuteness to the list of shit I loved about Stella.
I liked how lately it seemed that when we looked at one another, smiles were the default.
“I like this,” she confessed. “I like watching you be soft.”
I wanted to say something more. I wanted to tell her that she made me into a puddle, that she messed up my emotions and made me feel things I didn’t want to feel, things I didn’t even know could be felt, but instead, I shrugged and grabbed the keys from her hands.
“Let’s hit the open road. Also known as the driveway,” I said.
We went outside, and well…I was a terrible driver.
