It's Monday, the sun is shining in the bedroom widow of our big house. The tinted glass reflects the patterns onto the bed. I roll over and close my eyes, I feel Christians presence beside me as I feel my eyes fluttering.
"You're staring."
"I'm watching." I open my eyes and find him in all his glory not a hair out of place. I place my hand on his hair and ruffle it a bit." What are you doing?"
"Somethin'." He looks over me on my side of the bed, he looks down at me ravishing my body with his stare. My subconsciousness looks over her glasses and smiles, she's reading a book, 'Wuthering Heights'.
"We have to get up soon, the kids will be up for school in about 15 minutes."
"We have time to spare then don't we..." He gave me his devil smile and bent down, he placed a rough kiss on my lips, it was hot and romantic yet really rough. He pinned my hands above my head but I snaked them round his head, he smiled in between kisses, he fought for dominance but I was defending. There was a knock on the door. Christian sighed and pulled away. I turned over hoping that it wasn't Pheobe.
"Come in." The door creaked as it opened."Hi, Ted." I turned over.
"I just thought you should know, Elliott is downstairs, he needs mom, it's about Kate." He walked hastily out the door.
"Kate."
"Hey, she is my best friend and your sister-in-law. I have to go and see what's wrong."
"She has to ruin things though, we were about to have sex, something we haven't done in a long time and she ruins it."
"Listen, I will make it up to you tonight." I rolled over to his side on the bed and sit up.
"I'm listening."
"If you take care of the kids, whilst I take care of Kate, I will make sure we get steamy tonight."
"But I don't want to take care of the kids, I want to take care of my needs for you." I got up and walked across the room.
"It's a shame, this bag is from 'Victoria Secret'." I held the pink bag in my hand and his face lit up.
"Breakfast in five minutes." He got up and walked over to the closet.
"You know, we wouldn't even have kids or even be together if Kate would have taken that interview."
"I wouldn't date Kate."
"But what if..."
"I met you."
"But what if she took the interview, we would have never even met." My face looked blank as I tried to picture a world were Kate took the interview and I was sick...