Did You Get Enough Love

3. Lace Curtains and Betrayal

A New York sunrise shone through the lacey sheer curtains of the bedroom. The walls were white so the light gave the room an elegant glowing look to it. Your body rolled over facing away from the window and to your wife whose hair was perfectly sprawled out against her pillow. The sun highlighted her skin perfectly, like peachy velvet.

A groan left the sleeping beauty, she turned over making the sheets reveal her bare chest from the night's events prior. Your thumb grazed over her cheek. Billie's eyes started fluttering; she'd soon wake up. Soon, you would also feel the same wave of sickness that you felt last night.

It washed over you out of nowhere like a tidal wave. You got out of bed dragging the sheet with you to cover your naked frame. The coldness hit Billie immediately, waking her up. She saw you race to the bathroom propping yourself up against the toilet.

The older woman threw on a shirt as if she was in no hurry to help you. "Are you okay?" she leaned up against the door frame. "I'm leaning up on a toilet- does it look like I'm okay?" you hurled once more. "Come Here" Billie crouched over to you pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. "I probably just ate something bad last night. I'm fine." you stood up, Billie grabbed your robe and draped it over you.

You went back to the bedroom pulling out your suitcase from underneath the bed. "What are you doing?" Billie asked. "I think I'm just gonna go home early. I'm sure you have meetings this week and I don't want to bombard you." you tossed your clothes into the bag before getting dressed. "Y/N, hey it's okay. You won't be in the way." Billie grabbed your wrist to still your motions. The tone in her voice was fake. "I don't feel well, okay? I'll see you back at home."

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The whole plane ride was miserable, even though it wasn't long. Children were crying, your head was spinning and the person behind you was kicking the back of your seat. Once you got home you went straight to bed. Don't know how long you slept, an hour or two maybe all afternoon.

However long it was, you didn't wake up in time, because the doorbell chimed through the house. It went unheard "Y/N?" A woman's voice called out for you. She found you passed out in bed with a trash can next to your bedside.

She sat next to you brushing the hair from your face. Your eyes fluttered open. "Ally?" in a groggy voice. "Hey sweetheart." The brunette was gentle. "Are you feeling alright?" she rubbed your back. Shaking your head, your body jolted over leaning into the trash can. Tears brinked your eyes. "Shh, it's okay, let it out." Ally pulled back your hair rubbing your back in circles telling you it was okay.

"I'm sorry, that was disgusting." you both chuckled. "That's alright, it happens. Hey, I thought you were in New York this week with Billie." You rested your head on her shoulder explaining that you were supposed to, but you got sick and just came home. I think it's just food poisoning." Ally looked away with a smirk on her face. "What?" you questioned. "Nothing. I didn't say anything." Lifting your head off her shoulder, "Allyson- tell me." You didn't catch the small blush as you used her full name.

"I don't think it's food poisoning." you raised a brow. "What do you mean?" "Mothers intuition." Ally stood up without another word. "You can't just leave me like this-" You yelled from the bedroom as she made her way to the hallway. "I have to go pick up Oz, see ya later sweetie, hope you feel better soon." And that was it, she left you alone with her "intuition."

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It was a couple days later and Billie said she was coming home early. It was Thursday, she wasn't supposed to be back until Saturday. Her car pulled up into the driveway. Hearing the crackle of the pavement and the door opening. "Y/N?" You could hear her in the foyer. "In the kitchen."

Billie set her bags down going straight to you. "How are you feeling darling?" she kissed your forehead. Darling huh? haven't heard that one in a while. "Better, still kinda icky." You explained while making dinner, Billie's favorite, but she didn't notice...again. "Well, I'm going to take a shower and I'll help you, okay?" you hummed in response before your wife disappeared up the stairs.

You grabbed Billie's luggage, taking it to the laundry room and separating the dirty clothes into the washer. "Alright I'm ready." Billie comes up behind you a robe and wet ruffled hair. You left the clothes to finish later.

Stirring the food in the pan a pair of arms snaked around your waist planting light kisses on your neck. "What do you want me to do?" you leaned into the blondes chest as she swayed your bodies together. "Well, you can set the table, this is almost done." you whispered. Billie put one last kiss on your cheek before moving over to the table.

Dinner held conversations about nothing and everything, footsie under the table, and gentle hand touches. It was all going well, the thoughts of her truly falling out of love with you were starting to disappear.

Suddenly, Billie's phone rang. "Hello?" she looked at you mouthing a sorry before taking the call into the other room. "Hey, the crew is going out for drinks. Do you want to come with me?" You shook your head looking at the time. "No you go ahead, I'm getting tired." Giving her a sad smile, Billie tilted her head, "Are you sure? I can stay." You held up your hand to hush her, "No go ahead. I don't want to down you on your fun. I'll be here." You stood up clearing the table. "I'll see you later, okay?" Billie kissed your cheek goodbye. It was going so well.

You cleaned up the kitchen for the night, before going back to the laundry room. You didn't have to do Billie's laundry, but it was nice to have clean clothes in case she was upon another unexpected trip.

Tossing pants and silk blouses into the washing machine an article of clothing fell from your hand. You bent down grabbing it. It was yellow. Yellow lace panties. Billie hated yellow. It wasn't a soft yellow either, it was harsh. You sure as hell didn't own anything of the color, it didn't compliment your body or complexion. Yellow wasn't something everyone would agree was elegant or sexy.

You tossed the lingerie to the side. Putting the rest of the items into the machine. You hid the underwear in a drawer. You didn't know what to do with it. Taking out your phone you called the only person who could help you.

"Hello?"
"Ally..."