TOTALLY spaced on the update. Sorry...busy ass day.

Chapter Thirteen

Revelations and Reconnections

Now with you standing in front of me I wonder if you still agree with that therapist's suggestion.

You've been miserable, the kids have been miserable, and they are thinking about firing my ass at work.

And I own the fucking company.

For the last six months, I've had to watch helplessly as you run by.

Never stopping, never looking at me except for those cheeky little glimpses.

You're my wife, but instead of you coming home to me, you've been going home to God knows who.

It hurts baby…it hurts so bad, and not just the ache in my cock.

I miss you.

I keep your shirt under the pillow so I can smell you.

I hate that you're not making a mess in the bathroom, leaving your girly shit all over the place, tossing your shoes in a heap by the front door.

I miss you.

Fuck, I'm leaking.

And it is not my cock this time.

I slid my hands to your face, holding you gently as I take a moment to memorize your face. It's been so long, too long. I missed you more than you could possibly comprehend.

You don't take your eyes off mine as I walk you backward through the house, passing through the dining room and the foyer…right to the window where I watch you every morning.

I thank God the kids are with my parents as I spin you around so you can see the faded paint, the traces of my pain and my constant and overwhelming desire. There is no one else, just you.

The therapist told you to go because I'm a possessive, jealous motherfucker.

I love you.

This is how I love.

You know this, you've always known this. When we first got together, you loved it too. You loved watching me pound on some random asshole if he looked at you the wrong way. I would barely get you into the house before you would pounce on me, whispering about how hot it made you, seeing me go crazy. But then, you got tired of it. Tired of me asking where you were going or reminding you to take your pepper spray.

Tired of me following you when you went for a run.

*()*()*

I should have trusted you. But it isn't that I didn't trust you.

I just worry. The world is a scary, dangerous place, and you are so gentle and sweet. You're too trusting and if anything happened to you…if you were taken from me, I'd be lost.

But what frightens me most is someone tempting you away. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman and I'm a decent looking guy with anger issues.

You're my life, baby.

Without you…I'm worthless. You're my heart, my soul, my reason for living. So excuse me if I went above and beyond to try and keep you safe.

But if you want me to change, I'll change. I will do anything to get you back.

Every single day when I watched you run past our house I thought of you with another man...being another man's wife...and it killed me.

You are my wife.

Till death do us part.

See you tomorrow!