What I Never Knew I Needed

Ch. 2 - Three Years Later

Tomorrow- Shakey Graves

"But you never trusted tomorrow. Yeah, baby is that anyway to live your life?

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Dec. 5 - Three years later

"Kev, have you seen my keys? We need to leave if we want to make the reservation."

"Y/N, they are your keys babe." He replied putting emphasis on the word 'your'. "Why can you never seem to remember where you put them?"

I noticed him chuckling so I playfully smacked his arm with the back of my hand. "We've been married for three years.. Why don't you just make mental notes of where my things are? You're supposed to know me by now," I said half joking... half being very serious.

Once the keys were located, thank God, we started to pull away from our apartment located on the outskirts of Tampa. We wanted to get a place in the city but, let's be real, that shit is expensive as fuck. Kev has a good job working in the marketing department of a fairly successful company which is why we can still be near the city, but, with my job.... yeah. Don't get me wrong. Being a teacher isn't bottom of the barrel pay. But for requiring a bachelor's degree and all of the undocumented over time we put in, it's definitely not enough. I obviously became a teacher for the money and the fame which is working out so great for us.

We pull up to the restaurant we have reservations at and it's a little nicer than I expected. Good thing I overdressed. I'm wearing a long, black fitted dress with a plunging neckline and a leg slit that goes a little above my right knee. Wearing dresses is a little out of my comfort zone which is why I try not to wear them if I don't have to. However, Kev likes when I do and, honestly, i feel hot as fuck. I've always wanted to try wearing a women's suit though. Like the one Taylor Swift wore to the All Too Well short film premiere. That shit was hot and looked fucking amazing. Every time I bring a suit up though, Kev gets this weird look on his face so I don't think he would like it too much. I'm not even sure why I listen to him though. He really doesn't have a great sense of fashion. Also, he's a man.

Kev looks really nice though in his black slacks, light blue button up dress shirt and black sports coat. I must say, I'm a little desensitized to him dressing like this. When we first got together, he wore gym shorts and Nike t-shirts practically every day, so when he actually put effort into his appearance, well, it was really nice. Now, not so much. This is basically what he wears to work every day so the newness has worn off. Something in the back of my mind tells me this shouldn't be the case and it should still make me feel some type of way but...

To be honest, I've been having a nagging feeling about my marriage with Kev. He really is the greatest guy. He takes care of me when I'm sick, he does all of the dishes and his laundry, he makes sure that he always has some part of his body touching me when we sleep because he knows touch is my love language. So why do I feel like this? It makes me feel so fucking guilty when I have doubts because I know there's know reason to. I can't even blame him because he's done nothing wrong. He has been a little distant lately but I just chalked that up to stress at work. He has quotas to hit and I know that's a constant worry for him. However, I think the root of the problem is predictability. I could wake up every morning and guess how my day is going to go and be right 99.9% of the time. The spark has definitely dwindled as these three years of marriage have gone by. I'm only 25 but I feel like I shouldn't feel like this in a marriage. Especially one that's still so new. The other thing is that I realized I was —

"Y/N!"

Startled, I jumped a little at the sudden volume of the voice beside me. "What? Why did you just raise your voice we're in a nice restaurant."

"You're kidding, right? I said your name four times but you were off in your own world. Your eyebrows were furrowed too like you were thinking really hard. Care to share?"

Giving a sarcastic snort laugh in my head. He would definitely not like what I was thinking about. Nope. Not at all. Keeping that shit to my damn self.

"Oh sorry, it was nothing. Just got lost in thought thinking about my lesson plans for the rest of the week."

"Oh, gotcha. Well our table is ready, let's go get seated," he said as he grabbed my hand and lead me away from the lobby of the restaurant.

He used to be so good at telling when I was lying. I couldn't get away with anything around him. My mom even says I'm a shit liar. Did he really not notice?

Fuck.

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A/N: Second, third, fourth thoughts? I guess time will tell!

I know these chapters are short, they will get longer as the book goes on!