NIGHT LIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT.

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"Miss me?"

She stood. Arms open.

"Of course, I did. You've been gone for too long." Earth got up from his office chair. Walking into her arms.

"Really? I was afraid you'd forget me, now you're all shacked up." Torfun joked undoing herself from the hug and gazed up at Earth.

"Mind if I cut in?" Came a sharp voice from the door.

"Mix!!" Earth hurriedly detangled himself from the young woman.

"Earth, who is that?" Torfun said cheekily.

"Yeah Earth, you should tell her who I am. Not that you seem to give a damn about that." Mix replied frostily.

His piercing gaze trying to mask any hurt from being detected. He steeled himself, straightening up from the leaning position against the door frame. 

"Here's your lunch."  The pink paper restaurant bag he so lovingly carried, now abruptly thrown on the floor. Skidding to a stop at the foot of the brown leather sofa, spilling its contents.

The dramatics of it, rendering Earth completely speechless.

Mix was hurt. He'd been on his feet all morning, overcoming a bout of morning sickness, attending important business meetings. Graciously collecting lunch for his busy husband as a surprise, deftly fended off a vulture masquerading as a society lady. Only to have it all thrown in his face, seeing his supposedly faithful husband, close to an unarguably – attractive - unidentified woman in his office.

The scene before Mix was nothing more than a bad movie.

Mix didn't want to think about anything else other than removing himself as quickly as possible from the scene. 

Slamming the door behind him. He turned left. Hastening to call the lift to the ground floor.

Earth was still immobile. Mix had never behaved like that around him before. Mix had always been mild mannered. Cheeky, a little moody and irritated. though he put most of that up to the uncomfortableness of the pregnancy. So far, it had been cute to see him pout over the most nonsensical of things. Or spontaneously cry over an advert.

But never in their short time together, did Mix have an outburst like this. The level of hurt and anger displayed on his face were chilling. His big brown eyes pinned him to his spot. As he witnessed a new Mix, a different Mix.

"Don't you think you should go after him?" nudged Torfun. She looked at him concerned. 

At her words he lifted out of his trance, to the realisation that his wife stormed out and left him. 

Grabbing his phone and keys from the desk he hurried after him. "Sorry Tofu, can you lock up behind me?"

"Yes! just hurry and get your man and explain. Don't worry about me."

Earth ran hotfooted after Mix. Tripping over the angrily discarded food on his way out.

Earth blasted through his Office doors, the atrium balcony balustrade breaking his speed. Looking over he had time to see the head of Mix, just passing the ground floor barriers. 

Frantically pressing at the down button on the lift. Cursing at its slow pace. It finally arrived, true to fashion he smashed the button for the ground floor. The doors closed and descended, carrying with it one anxious Husband.