"She must be heartbroken ,I can't believe he cheated on her," Denise told her husband.
"Understandable though," Frank replied. "When you're used to have that connection with someone else and it's gone that's one thing, but when you expect to get it back and it doesn't come, that can be pretty tough to take."
"How can you say that? He cheated on her, period!"
"Yeah and I didn't say I agreed with it, I said I understood it," he corrected. "Besides I'd think you'd be on Roland's side in this given how buddy buddy you are with that new crowd of yours."
"I am friends with him, but that doesn't mean I think he's right," she said. "What is your problem?"
"Don't have one," he said sitting on the couch, kicking off his shoes and putting his legs up on the table. Denise knew why he did it but she hated it.
"You're mad at me," she sighed.
"No, I'm not mad at anyone, I'm leaving in few days and I want to watch some television."
She sat beside of him and snuggled to him, she didn't want to fight especially when he put his feet up, she knew that meant he was sore, she hated when he put his feet on the table but she let it go for now.
"You're going to watch the ballgame?" he asked surprised at her actions.
She nodded.
He shrugged, "Okay." This was weird.
She laid her head on his shoulder and just sat there, the truth was she was scared, if it could happen to Roland and Joan, it could happen to them too.
They sat like that an hour then he finally asked, "You feeling okay?"
"Yeah,why?"
"You only do this when you're sick or afraid and afraid doesn't work."
"No, I'm okay, just tired," she lied, she was afraid but didn't know how to tell him.
"Go on to bed I'll be there soon," Frank replied and kissed her hair.
The hesitation in her movement away from him alone told him something wasn't right, this wasn't like Denise at all.
"I'll come now. Let's get you to bed, you can't feel well."
"I feel fine honey, promise," she said quietly.
"Then why are you acting funny?"
"I'm not."
"You are," he snapped. 'If you hate being here so much go!"
This was what she'd feared, it was happening to her now and she was terrified. She looked at him and started sobbing, hoping he'd change his mind, she didn't want to leave, she didn't want it to be over.
"Denise, what the Hell?" he asked.
"Nothing Frank, just forget it!" she said through tears and left the room.
Now Frank was beyond confused and very worried, he sighed and went after her, he found her in their room sitting on the bed sobbing, she was looking at her wedding ring.
He knelt in front of her, "Okay, what's going on Dee? You missing the baby or the boy?"
"No, Frank I'm scared," she sniffled.
"Scared?" he asked. "Of what baby? I'm here."
"Losing you,I f it can happen to them, it could happen to us and when you said to go..."she cried.
"I meant tonight," he clarified.
"I don't want to leave."
"You always want to," he said quietly.
Now she understood. "Oh, Frank honey, I'm sorry."
He held her close, "I like you have friends, but I'm leaving in four days."
"I know," she said. "I'm sorry I haven't been here but for these four days it's just me and you, okay?"
He smiled, "I'd never do that to you. I love you too much."
She nodded and held on to him tighter.
"Let's go to bed," he replied and kissed her.
She nodded and crawled into bed and waited for him.
He locked up the house and joined her in bed. He pulled her close, the rolled on top of her.
She laughed and kissed him. The rest was too intimate to describe.
