It's my first fanfic. I have nothing to do and found myself crazily typing words. This Timéa drought is making me nuts.
So, here...lemme share this craziness with you. Your comments are all welcome. Like what I've said..it's my first...so please bear with me. Thanks.
He could hear his wife singing her favorite song in the shower. Tone deaf as she is..she's definitely killing it…well, in his ears it's a symphony he will never get tired of listening. He adores everything about her…the BEST of her and as equally as the WORST of her. Her best that keeps him falling in love with her deeply every single day…and her worst… definitely spices up their marriage so he's counting it still as her best. No worst. For him..she's perfect.
He couldn't imagine himself breathing without his wife beside him. She's his everything…a big part of his existence.
"She's mine..all mine!" he smiled.
Just as he's about to get up, her phone on the nightstand flickered…iMessage from Mike B. Since it's not encrypted, he opened and read the text.
"See you later, Liz!" with a heart emoji.
He sat up and leaned on the headboard staring at the message.
"Liz?!" Mike B's calling his wife Liz!? He grunted, feeling annoyed. Only him calls her Liz and only when they're intimately connected, when they're one..when they're making love. No one calls her Liz…and no one can call her Liz except him. Only him.
"Hey, Babe! Someone called?" she appeared by the bathroom door in her robe drying her hair with a towel.
"Hey! Umm..yes..ummm no..just a message." he coldly answered.
"From whom?" she went back to the bathroom to hang the towel.
"Mike B!" he uttered with a sound of annoyance.
"Oh, he probably wants to remind me about our lunch in the office today. We'll be discussing the possibility of promoting Blake as my policy adviser. What did he exactly say?" she said quite loudly, now applying moisturizer.
She didn't hear a reply. "Babe? What did he say?" peeping by the bathroom door.
He looked at her then on the phone then back at her…"See you later…. Liz!" Emphasizing on "LIZ" and tossing the phone back onto the bedside table.
Elizabeth crumpled her forehead…surprised,
"What's wrong?"
He headed to the shower, passed by her and said,
"Nothing…" stopped and looked at her…"LIZ!"
As she descended from the stairs, Alison greeted her…"Wow, Mom! Anything special today? Meeting a prince from the U.K.? You look great. Totally a mod-pro!"
"Thanks, Noodle!" kissing her daughter on the cheek. "See…how's that from a modern fashionista who lives in our house and who happens to be our daughter?!" looking and smiling at Henry. She flirtatiously went near him for a kiss.
"Well…we're paying for that! I gotta go. Bye!" he exited leaving everyone's mouth in agape.
"Geeeezz..what's with Dad?! Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" Stevie blurted out.
On her way to the office, Elizabeth sent message to Henry, "Hey…you didn't save coffee for me and… YOU DIDN'T KISS ME!"
He replied instantly, "Your lunch date might be generous enough to grab some for you…"
"Whaaaaat?" she said in a loud voice. Matt turned to her and gave her a concerned look, "Everything ok, Ma'am?"
"Oh..yeah..everything's ok, Matt!" she gave him a smirk.
Henry's been preoccupied. It's lunch time. His mind was wondering with what's happening in his wife's office.
There's a faculty meeting at noon. The Department Head's discussing the schedule for the next semester and he couldn't concentrate. The picture of his wife sitting beside Mike B on the couch having lunch… exchanging pleasantries…is playing in his head. He could hear Barnow's voice calling his wife "Liz" and Elizabeth sweetly chuckling to acknowledge him. A slight touching of their hands while he graciously serves her food.
"Damn it, Henry. It's just lunch." he quite loudly said.
"Dr. McCord, is there a problem?" the Dept. Head asked.
"Oh, nothing. Sorry." he apologized.
As soon as the meeting ended, he dialed the number.
"Secretary McCord's office." Blake answered.
"Hmmmmm, Blake…I just want to know if my wife had her lunch already. Planning to send her favorite Greasy Chinese take out. She was craving for it last night." he's surprised with what he spontaneously said.
"Dr. McCord…Yes, she's having lunch now with Mike B. And such a luck…Mr. Barnow brought her favorite Chinese take out. You want me to transfer you in her office? They're having lunch there." Blake politely narrated.
"Oh really? Never mind…will just call her later. Thanks, Blake." he can feel his ears turning red.
He's never been jealous. He knows his wife well. Theirs is the most secured relationship he knows that ever existed. Mike B is a PR man so it's just normal that he comes and goes into his wife's office. And an occasional lunch is also normal. But..darn…Mike B. called his wife..Liz and sent her a heart emoji?!
He arrived quite late that evening. The house was quiet and dim signifying that the kids had gone to bed already. With the DS outside, he knew that Elizabeth's already home and probably reading some policies on the bed while waiting for him.
As he entered their bedroom, he saw his wife sprawled out on her side of the bed asleep. She's wearing his marine shirt and a lacy underwear. The sight of her never ending legs turned him on. "Those are mine…all mine."
He stared at her wife adoring every inch of her body. He felt his bulging from under his pants. He headed to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and removed his clothes leaving only his boxers. He climbed onto the bed. Kissed his wife on the shoulder…"Hey, Baby!"
Elizabeth groaned…'Hmmmm…" turned onto her side away from him.. back asleep.
He snaked his hand under her shirt, cupping her breast while lightly biting her earlobe.
"Henry, not tonight! Not in the mood!" she pulled his hand away from her chest.
He sighed. He didn't want to insist. "Good night, babe."
"Night." her throaty response.
"I love you." he sweetly whispered in her ear.
Waiting for her response…nothing….then quiet snores filled the room.
He lied back on his side of the bed…"Damn it! Did she just say NO to me?!"