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His apology made my insides go warm. James was too good of man to be dealing with a bitch like me.
"It's alright, I avoided you too. I'm actually kinda hungry."
He laughed, took me under his protective arm and kissed the top of my head. Almost instinctively, I hugged his waist and felt that perfect fit between our bodies. We were like two pieces of a puzzle.
I microwaved some leftovers from his roasted chicken dinner, and I ate while he talked about his friends, people in our lives that I didn’t remember. First there was Zachary, jackass extraordinaire, followed by his fiancée, London, who apparently was the sweetest woman in the fucking world. Should I be worried by how highly my husband spoke of her?
He also told me about another couple, Wendy and Jessica. Bottom line was, we loved them all and this Jessica chick steals our food all the time. Sounded like fun if you asked me.
"You'll meet them soon. I'll rush that consult to calm my nerves and then we can start acting more, umm, normal." So, sex and having friends over was our normal? Because I could work with that.
"You think I can't handle a home visit. Seriously, James, how would that hurt me?"
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck unsure of how to go from here. I thought he was trying to avoid another heated moment.
"I just don't want to put pressure on you right now. Don't you enjoy this time out?"
I should, shouldn't I?
"Of course, I do, I just wish I wouldn't feel so useless. I can't even do groceries because I don't know how to get to the store, and you don't wanna show me. James, we both know I'm not one to sit on my ass and do nothing. I wanna be able to take our girl to the park, talk to people, paint again. And I want to redo this boring house. At least take me to a flower shop so I can buy peonies to brighten up this place."
He laughed with joy.
"You really hate this place, huh?"
"No, it's elegant and beautiful. But imagine how good it would look with a splash of red, some gold here and there. I promise to not do anything that would clash with the original color scheme."
Maybe I'd paint an entire wall in Chelsea's room. Unicorns would be cute.
"Tear the wallpaper down for all I care. It's your house too."
"And how am I supposed to do that? I don't know where the home store is, plus I don't know where my credit card is."
He froze. Turned into a statue right in front of me.
"Right."
"James, are you ok?"
"Yeah, umm, yeah. I lost your wallet when I carried you into the hospital. I just realized I forgot to call the bank and cancel the credit cards on your name."
"That's very irresponsible, Dr. organized." I said with all the sarcasm I was capable of and shook my head. The bank would have probably called if we were being robbed.
"I'll do that first thing in the morning. Also, maybe you should keep the baby monitor tonight. I have to make a quick trip to the hospital in the morning and clear one of my patients. I don't think I'll be home before lunch."
"Sure, I can do that." I hoped. I knew this was the whole point of my big speech this morning, but my palms started to feel sweaty. Tomorrow I'd be here with a baby I barely knew in a monochromatic house that was still a mystery to me. I thought James could feel the tension in my words.
"Don't worry. I'll leave everything on hand for you, and I'll also leave detailed post-its."
"You know, James Sullivan, I don't know much about you, but I always had a feeling you were a post-it kinda guy."
"This feels like an insult."
I got up and walked around the kitchen island and leaned down to kiss his lips softly, just to feel the man taste and whisper above his lips:
"It's not. I know at least three kinky things we can do with post-its."
He growled in a low tone, and I could see he was trying to control himself. I wished for a different result, so one of my hands went in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.
