Hart to Hart

Busy Hart

Part One


Jonathan woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. The industrialists sighed in distress he missed his wife. It's been a week since he laid eyes on her, while she's been busy with her articles he wasn't doing any better himself. Being swamped at work he found himself not even able to stop in the kitchen for breakfast. No one said being married would be easy, but Jonathan didn't think it would be this hard either.

Jonathan sat up and looked over at the guest room door. He noticed the light was on due to the illuminated outline from the door frame. As he moved closer his ears picked up the sound of a typewriter. He pulled away from the door and looked over at the clock, squinting in the dark it read five-thirty in the morning. Jonathan knew he couldn't sleep anymore so he took a cold shower and slipped into his gray business suit.

After styling his hair Jonathan looked over at the guest room once more. He wanted to walk over to that door open it and sweep his wife up into his arms, but he merely sighed and walked down stairs.

Jonathan expected to see Freeway by the door but he was surprised to see a sleepy Max instead.

"Mr. H." Max said seriously.

"I know Max…I know." Jonathan said in a defeated tone.

Max closed the door behind Mr. Hart and sighed sadly. The place was quiet with only the bell from the typewriter and a bark from Freeway to keep him company. Max shook his head as he walked back into the living room. He sat back down on the couch with a bowl of oatmeal as he turned on the TV.

"Whatever is going on between you two I hope you both figure it out soon." Max said before enjoying a spoonful of sugary oats.