The Good Life

Chapter 120

Marla locked her car humming the song she had stuck in her head from Bruno singing in the morning to walk into the office that she was working with to develop an art therapy program for epilepsy clients. When she walked in she saw someone walking out who had just delivered a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

"Marla...these came for you. You have been here for two weeks and have already beaten all of us..." the receptionist told her.

"My husband doesn't know when to stop..." she said leaning down to smell the flowers seeing the card fall down. She bent down to pick it up reading it out loud. "Thirty nine....what the hell is that?" she thought to herself grabbing the flowers to place them in the conference room so they didn't appear to be just for her. She went through the day sitting in meetings and talking to the people she would be implementing program with finally, at about two o clock looking at her phone to call Bruno. "Bruno..." she called him hearing him pick up.

"Hi, my love. How are you?" he asked her sweetly.

"I'm fine but I don't get what you sent me today." she told him.

"Just wait a few minutes...." He said to her.

"What do you mean wait a few minutes? Bruno? What are you doing?" she asked him. "You know I don't do well with this stuff...when you try to help me remember things...." She told him.

"It's a new memory, baby. It's not an old one." He told her.

"Bruno...what are you doing?" she asked him again hearing a baby cry in the background a door close. "Where are you?"

"It's nunya." He told her with a smile.

"Who are you? Liam?" she questioned.

"Just hang up the phone. Have a good day." He said to her.

"Bruno!" she exclaimed knowing he was up to something when the call ended. She looked over at the executive director of the organization rolling her eyes. "I don't even get him. Remind me why I married him?" she asked the director that had known her for years.

" Do you need me to remind you?" she asked going to the computer searching for a recent song.

"Okay, okay. I know. But you don't know what he's like in the morning." She laughed walking back to her desk.

A while later she heard the front door of the office open ignoring it thinking it was just a client or someone visiting another staff member. As she continued typing the e-mail she was sending she heard Bruno clear his throat. She looked up seeing him wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket and boots with his hair messy and curly, just the way she liked it. "Ahem...." He said watching her look up shocked.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"Come with me....." he asked her holding out his hand.

"But I'm working...I don't come to you telling you to leave the studio." She told him typing quickly. "I have a deadline, Bruno...." She continued not feeling him backing down. His hand remained extended while she felt his eyes looking at her.

"Stop it." He told her finally sitting down in the chair next to her desk. "Just come with me."

She harrumphed saving her document. "I'm not coming back am I?" she clarified.

"Nope." He smiled. "Come on...." He said again taking her hand leading her out of the office.

"I don't think I'll be back..." she told the receptipnist writing a note on the white board saying she was out for the rest of the day.

"Out ROD?" he asked her.

"Rest of day." She said grabbing his hand walking toward the parking lot.