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Considering the weather and my track record with driving in bad weather—I was better off in the passenger’s seat instead of behind the wheel—he probably should have called to make sure I hadn’t wrecked the car or driven off into a ditch.
At this point, a call wouldn’t have mattered much anyway.
I wasn’t going to remove my hands from the steering wheel until I pulled the car off the road, into the driveway, and into the garage, where I’d finally turn it off.
It took me about ten minutes to drive the remaining two miles to our home, and when I finally arrived, I let out a huge sigh of relief.
I got out, opened the hatch, and pulled out a few bags. I was hoping that Tom wasn’t in the shower or in the middle of eating, so he could come and help carry the rest of the bags inside.
As soon as I opened the door, I yelled for him.
“Tom!”
No answer.
I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t hear it running from where I was, but it would be just my luck that he’d be in the shower.
I made my way toward the kitchen, and the minute I walked in, something caught my eye. The house had an open floor plan, so I could see right out into the great room, where Tom was sitting on the couch with his feet propped up and a video game controller in his hands.
“Tom!” I called out.
He pressed a couple of buttons on the controller before his head snapped in my direction. “Hey. You’re back.”
“I’m back,” I confirmed. “There are still some bags in the car that need to be brought in.”
“Alright. When you finish, would you be able to bring me a beer?”
I blinked my eyes in surprise. “Bring you a beer?” I countered.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Anger moved through me instantly, and I had to work hard just to keep my breathing under control.
After taking a deep breath, I told myself that I didn’t want a fight. I had been hoping for a fun-filled weekend with my husband, so I needed to be calm.
“I was hoping you’d be able to help me bring in the rest of the bags,” I shared, wondering why I even needed to say that to him.
“Aw, man, Dakota, I’m in the middle of this game right now with a couple of the guys,” he replied. “We’ve got a bit of a battle going on here. You know, we figured with the snowstorm, it was the perfect time to set something up, so we’d have something to do.”
He made plans.
My husband made plans to play video games during the snowstorm.
“How long is this battle going to take?” I questioned him.
Tom shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably a couple of hours. I’ll stop when dinner is ready, though.”
At this point, I was close to telling him he needed to figure out his own dinner, but I held myself back. I figured a different tactic might work.
“I was thinking that we could do something together, since the storm is probably going to keep us here all weekend,” I revealed. “With this being our first Christmas together, I thought this would be the perfect time to start an annual tradition of baking Christmas cookies. I even bought ingredients for some extra special ones.”
“But I promised the guys I’d play this weekend,” he returned.
Right.
The guys.
Because they were more important than my husband and I getting the chance to spend some time together with one another.
