Arthur's POV
I looked at the clock. 2:15 am. I stared at my beautiful wife, asleep beside me. She was turned slightly away from me, her bare back moving up and down slowly as she breathed. As I drove home yesterday, Joan was on my mind, but more than usual. Things had been getting better between us, and I loved her more than anything in the world. When she thought I was having an affair a few weeks ago, my heart almost broke. I was terrible at exposing my emotions behind my tough, man-in-charge exterior, but the thought of losing Joan nearly killed me. She was everything to me. Without her….. I don't know what I would do.
I was married before I met Joan, and even when we began seeing each other. I'm not proud of it, but I was not in a happy marriage. It was headed for divorce anyway. I'm just glad my ex-wife never really found out about Joan. She had her suspicions, but I never confirmed or denied them.
But tonight had been wonderful. We hadn't been so intimate, so emotionally and physically close in so long, but it felt like these past few months of arguments, separate cars to work, and silent nights have never happened. Now I just needed a way to truly express my love to Joan, to show her how important she was to me. I thought for hours and hours. At 5:03, I decided it would be best to get some sleep, but then shot that idea down in favor of bringing Joan breakfast in bed. It was Saturday, and that was usually the day we stayed home, sometimes going to the CIA in the afternoon. I read a file I had brought home yesterday, prepared to read before Joan wonderfully surprised me. I made a few notes, and at 6:30, got out of bed and headed to the kitchen.
As I walked around to Joan side of the bed, I saw a faint smile on her lips. I leaned over, unable to resist kissing her softly on the lips. She slept on, and I left the room with a smile to match hers.