I look at the beautiful person laying next to me. She was gorgeous. Long brown hair, deep, dark brown eyes, perfect skin and a figure to die for. She was amazing and best of all, she was mine. She was my girl-friend and I was madly in love with her, as I had been for the past few years, even when married.
I realized when I loved her the moment that she had offered me advice on my failing marriage. I had somehow sensed that she loved me and the pain that came with trying to make me happy with someone else. She'd tried to make me happy despite the pain it would cause her. I realized how much I loved her then, and had made no attempt to fix my failing marriage. I looked down at her, lying comfortably in my arms and wondered what I had done right to get such a beautiful woman to love me so unconditionally.
I gently rolled over and took her into my arms. She sighed contentedly and snuggled closer into my firm embrace. Softly, I bent down and brought my lips to hers. She once again sighed and returned the kiss, just as softly. Before I knew it, we were both awake and very active. I rolled her under me as our tongues fought for dominance and our hands caressed each other's bodies before ending in a flurry of excitement.
When I slowly pulled out of her, I felt her snuggle further into my embrace.
"I love you," she whispered quietly.
"I love you too," I replied before we both fell asleep once more.
A few hours later I was awakened by the sound of my telephone ringing.
"Stabler," I answered.
"Elliot. It's Kathy. I need to talk to you about the kids."
"When? Where?" I asked, getting nervous.
"The house, in an hour."
"Okay."
I hung up and turned to the woman lying next to me that had woken up during the conversation.
"What's up, El?"
"Kathy. She needs to talk about the kids. An hour, in Queens. I need to get ready."
She nodded and we both left the bed. I headed to the shower while she headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
"Honey," she called about 15 minutes later, "Breakfast's ready!"
"Coming," I called in return.
I quickly clothed myself and hurried out to the kitchen, savoring the wonderful smell that came from the plates.
We ate quickly and before I left I kissed her relishing in the feeling of her soft lips against mine.
"Love you," I said to her before I left.
"Love you too!" she called after me.
I met my wife at my old house in Queens. Feeling extremely strange, I rung the bell and waited for the door to open. When it did, my ex-wife invited me inside, leading me to the lounge room.
"What's up?" I asked, waiting anxiously for the news.
"I'm moving to California and since I have sole custody, the kids are coming with me. I just thought I would let you know." My ex-wife told me, looking at her hands and not my face.
"Kath. What! Why?" I stuttered, "How am I supposed to see them?"
"Move with us. Come to California, we can start over."
"But Kathy, I can't just leave my job, my friends, Olivia."
"Ah," she sighed angrily, "It always comes down to the slut."
"Don't call her that!" I replied angrily.
"I'll call her whatever I want. You have to make a choice. Either your kids or Olivia." She paused, "We leave in three days."
With that statement, she led me out the door, while I stared into space. How was I supposed to choose. My kids or the love of my life?