My eyes read through an email on my phone when I looked up and noticed the light was green, and my foot jerked onto the gas pedal as I threw my phone onto the passenger seat. A car behind me changed lanes, being impatient of my slow behavior. I couldn't blame them though - it was getting late and we had all just gotten off work; I wasn't in a very joyous mood myself either. It wasn't because of work – though that was rather bland today – but rather…it was Sara. I discovered something in our room several days ago that I just couldn't get off my mind, but I didn't know how to bring it up to her.

I turned left onto a two lane road, winding along a levee that had large trees toppling over the sides. No one was behind me, but I could see a car in the distance driving in the opposite direction.

I let out a sigh, not wanting to go home, but at the same time really just wanting to figure everything out. Sara seemed to have finally calmed down about the whole Stacy dilemma, and I felt like we were finally getting back on track in our relationship….but after finding what I found, I just felt like there was a wall up between us now that I couldn't break down, at least – only a wall on my side.

It's funny because Sara hadn't mentioned Stacy in a long time, but that was exactly why I was thinking so much about them. Sara finally seemed to have gotten over their relationship and all of their fighting, or maybe she just felt like she shouldn't talk about Stacy anymore. Either way, I knew she was still hurting.

Sara also had been having all of the stress from their latest album release – Heartthrob – and I'm pretty sure that was one of the reasons Stacy and her called it quits. I never really did find out who called it off first, but all I knew was that Sara seemed more crushed about it than Stacy did.

I suddenly realized that my mind was rambling into topics that didn't have anything to do with my current stress, and that brought my right back to the beginning: my discovery. My mind became almost furious again like I was back at the stop light, and my hands gripped tight onto the steering wheel.

How dare she? After all this time, why didn't she ever stop and think about what I felt, and what I wanted?

I just felt like when she got back together with me, she was just falling backwards and needed someone to catch her. She didn't really want me back – hell, I bet she wasn't even over Stacy.

I sucked in my lips, trying to relax and focus on driving. I made a note that I would be turning soon onto my street, making sure that I was pulled together to walk through the door. Checking the time on the car clock, I knew that Sara would be home by now. I let out another shuddered sigh as I remembered that knock on the door five months ago from a crying Sara, begging me for her help and to take her back. And I remembered that long evening of me holding her on the couch, and the moment I finally got to kiss her again.

I had wanted that for so long.

The tires bumped up on the driveway of our house, and my back pressed against the seat as I rolled up the small hill, pulling into my parking position. I turned the car off and pulled up the emergency brake.

God damnit.

I closed my eyes for a moment before walking into the house, looking around for Sara. "I'm home." I said loudly into the house. There was a pause, but then I heard Sara call from our bedroom, "Just a minute!"

I placed my notes and binder portfolio down onto the table near the door, and then walked into the kitchen to find something to drink. The house felt rather cold, for some reason. After digging out a half drunken bottle of sparkling wine, and then retrieving a glass from the cabinet, I turned around to see a set dinner table.

It was set for two, with lit candles in the center. On each plate were different items: One plate had a small steak, green beans, and mash potatoes, while the other plate had a green salad, un-cobbed corn, and sliced carrots. The first plate was mine, I knew right away.

I stood there with my bottle of wine and glass when Sara walked in, smile gleaming across her face.

"Hey beautiful! I'm glad you're home!" She waltzed up to me and kissed my cheek, and then gestured towards the table.

"I already made dinner – I figured you wouldn't want to do anything after work today!"

How did she know today was a hard office day? I didn't call or anything. Maybe it was just the look on my face…

I remembered then what I was holding.

…or maybe the bottle of wine in my hand.

I looked over at her perky cheeks, and I just couldn't help but smile at her.

"Thanks babe.." I smiled out.

Sara looked down at the bottle in my hand, "Oh! Wine! That's right – good thinking." She took the bottle and glass from my hands, and then went to retrieve a glass for herself. She rushed by me to go to the table, and as she passed, I smelled a hint of berries. Sara set down the glasses and poured us both equal amounts of the wine, and then sat down in front of the plate that I had correctly suspected to be hers. I slowly sat down as well, looking down at the still warm food on my plate.

How could I bring it up now? Look what she has done for me – I can't ruin this for her.

I had to, sadly, forget about the awful discovery I had made now and just focus on tonight. Sara had done so much for me and I'd hate to ruin this evening. Sara picked up her glass and held it out to me, and as did I. We tapped our glasses together and took a sip, and then commenced a dinner that tasted oh so wonderful, but wasn't swallowed all too easily.