Title: No Regrets
Author: Jasmine Shigeru
Pairing: Tommy and Kim; Kim and OC
Summary: Kimberly is a married woman to a man she loves. She lives a comfortable life and comfortable job. One day, she meets an old love and she begins to stray. Then her husband's routine changes. Guilt and boredom surround her and her life changes in big ways.
Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers nor do I wish I do. This is just for my entertainment and whoever wishes to read it. I am not making any profit from this and do not care to for that matter.
Rating: T
One
I remember the day I met my husband. It was raining, pouring and we both ran into a corner coffee shop to get out of the downpour. I had slipped and had fallen into him and he had caught me. It was funny because I'm a gymnast. The balance beam was one of my favorite daily exercises. So, losing my balance was a rarity.
It was the storybook meet cute. I said I was sorry and he said it was nothing. I remember biting my lip and tucking my hair behind my ear.
Lee was so handsome I thought. Not that he wasn't still handsome. I just remembered how handsome he was then. His black hair was matted down, not even touching his eyebrows. He had bright blue eyes with tiny specks of green. Water dripped down his slightly upturned nose. His top lip a bit smaller than his full bottom lip. He had a square jaw and ears that weren't too small or too big. When he smiled at me his teeth were perfect, white and straight.
"Hi, I'm Lincoln Donalds," he said holding out his hand for me to shake. "You can call me Lee."
"Hi, I'm Kimberly Hart," I said shaking his hand. "And you can call me Kim."
From then on we were inseparable. We were quick friends, then quick lovers. We were married less than a year of meeting.
Our life was so perfect. We had an apartment but were saving for a house. We had two dogs, a Shiba Inu, Onna and a pug, named Winston. Both fixed. He went to work at his father's law firm and I worked as a secretary at a big office. We had many friends. Our neighbors knew us well and were friendly. Our families got along.
We were the perfect couple. We hardly ever fought. I loved my husband. I truly did. But our life was so perfect. Too perfect.
We did the same things. We talked to the same people. Every day, we left home at the same times and returned. Lee would kiss me and say I love you and I would say it back. We would cook dinner together. We fed and walked the dogs together. We went to bed at the same time only to wake up and do the same things all over again.
Lee never saw anything wrong with our life and for 3 years neither did I.
It took 3 years for me to realize that my life was at a standstill when I married Lee at 21 (he was 24 at the time). It began again 5 months after I turned 24.
For 3 years, I woke up to the sleeping face of my husband. Like every morning, I rose from the bed and Lee rolled over to face the other side. My side was by the window.
I walked to the bathroom to do my usual routine. Every morning I would finish my shower and Lee would wake. I exit the bathroom and Lee would enter. I dressed and padded to the kitchen. I made breakfast. Lee, fully dressed would feed the dogs. We sat in silence as we ate. Once done, we brushed our teeth.
Then, we kissed. We left our apartment and we walked to our cars. Kissing again, we said 'I love you'. I drove to work, a boring administration job of filing, copying, and answering phone calls.
I shared my lunch with two other co-workers, Lucy Franks and Karah Ross. We talked about our lives, our husbands, and for Lucy, her children as well. Then, back to work.
Once work was done, I would go to the gym for an hour. Then, home. I cleaned the house. Mostly dusting and vacuuming. I walked the dogs. I showered. I changed into comfortable clothes and waited for Lee to come home.
Once Lee was home, he would change from his business suit to his own comfy clothes. We made dinner together.
After dinner, Lee and I would sit and watch our evening shows before bed. We would brush our teeth and put on our pajamas. We climbed into bed, kissed and facing each other, we went to sleep.
The next day, our routine would begin again. The only exceptions were Wednesday was laundry day and Saturday was sex night and once a month, Friday was date night.
My life was perfect, perfectly boring.
END OF CH. 1