She slipped quietly out of bed and slunk into her red satin robe. She opened the door slowly, allowing a small amount of light to shine into her massive bedroom. She walked through the maze of hallways in her Park Avenue mansion, stopping several times to gaze at the many family portraits that hung on the walls.
Returning to the main hallway once again, she stopped outside one of the many doors. Opening it slowly, she peeked in and saw the familiar face laying on the pillow. She smiled and whispered softly as she closed the door.
"Goodnight, Mason."
Closing the door, she walked to the opposite side of the hallway and opened another door. Searching through the darkness for the familiar mass of red hair, she noticed her sleeping on her side, nearly falling off of the bed.
She crept into the bedroom, lifting her arm off of the floor and rolling her onto her back so that she was fully on the bed once again. Kissing her forehead, she whispered.
"Goodnight, Olivia."
She walked back out to the hallway and strode to her bedroom. As she placed her hand on the doorknob, she stopped and turned back. Walking down the corridor, she stopped when she reached her husband's library. She walked to the door across from it.
Looking around her to make sure she was alone, she produced a key from inside her robe. Checking once more, she placed the key in the lock and opened the door. Turning on the lights, she shut the door behind her and sat down in the overstuffed armchair in the corner of the room.
Glancing around the room, she felt tears stinging the back of her eyes. Letting them fall, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She stood up, trying to collect herself as she walked to the door. She flipped the light off as she closed the door, whispering once again.
"Goodnight."
She closed the door, placing the key in the lock, and leaning her forehead against the door. Sniffling, she turned quickly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to the hand's owner and clung to her in a hug as she cried.
"I'm sorry, mami."
"Me too, Rosie." She said, wiping her tears. "I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight, Miss Karen."
She stopped and turned to her trusted maid, "Please don't tell Stan."
"Promise."
"Thanks, Rosie."
She walked down the hallway toward her bedroom and opened the door slowly. She softly shut it behind her as she crawled into bed beside her husband, wrapping herself in his arms. Though still half-asleep, he felt her shift beside him and leaned his head down and kissed her forehead.
"Everything okay, Kar?"
"Everything's fine, Stanley." She whispered. "Everything's fine."
She listened to his heartbeat as it lulled her to sleep, allowing her mind to drift from thoughts of the child she never had, and didn't know if she ever would.