Naive BWWM (Completed)

Ch 8: Birthday? Where The Happy At?

What to make for dinner? Why is that always the hardest question to answer? I solve financial problems and manage hundreds of financial accounts daily, but when it comes to dinner, I'm stumped. When did the simple things in life become so complicated?

I walk over to the meats section of Fairway and skim the various cuts of meat. Do I really feel like beef tonight? No. Maybe, chicken...we had chicken yesterday. Maybe, I'll head over to the fish section...salmon does sound good. I make my way to the fish section and scan the fresh fish for wild salmon; I don't do farm raised fish. "Hey Carlos! Can I get $20 worth of the Alaskan Wild Salmon?"

"Anything for you Mamita. How are you this evening?" He smiles adorably.

"All is well. How's my son doing?" Referring to his cute 3 year old son Ramiro.

"Getting into everything as usual." He chuckles while weighing the fish. "He learned the word "no" and now that's the only thing he says. "I call him, he says no. I say food, he says no. I say bedtime, he says no." He chuckles once more shaking his head as he wraps the fish and bags it.

I laugh imagining his cute little face with a frown on it. "Too cute."

"Yup, that's my angel faced little hellion. I love him though. My mama says hello by the way." He hands me the bagged fish with a smile.

"Tell her I said hi, and ask her when she is going to make my tres leches cake." I playfully frown at him over the counter.

"Will do. Adios Mamita!"

"Adios Carlos!" I turn around and head to the veggie section.

Half an hour later I am home fixing dinner; Alaskan wild salmon with steamed broccoli, wild rice and garlic bread. It's about 7:45pm, my hubby should be home soon. He always works so late. I guess when you're the CEO, late hours are required. Although, Chase is CEO and the only time we stay late is for large meetings and overseas conference calls. Egh, I do finance, what do I about PR?

I pick up my phone and look at the time. It's now 9:54pm and my hubby still isn't home. Dinner has been done for awhile now. I scroll through my favorites and dial his number.

After the fourth ring he picks up. "Hey beautiful."

I blush at his greeting. "Hey handsome. Why are you not here with me right now?"

"Babe it's only like 7:15pm, I don't leave for another 15 minutes?"

Lord Jesus, maybe I should have taught him to tell time during our tutoring sessions. "No. It's almost 10pm babe."

"No it's..." the line goes silent for a few seconds. "It's almost 10pm?!"

I just shake my head. "Yes, hunny."

"I'm so sorry babe! I guess I lost track of time and...yea...I'll be home soon. At least now, I won't have to worry about traffic.

"Umhm, see you soon. Your dinner is in the warmer. I'll probably be in the shower when you get here."

"Okay. Love you beautiful."

"I love you more dark chocolate."

He chuckles before hanging up.

THE NEXT MORNING

I roll over; ready to welcome the warmth of my husband lying next to me. Unfortunately, I'm met with cold sheets and a note.

Good Morning Gorgeous,

I'm sorry about last night. I had to revise one of my client's PR presentations. I'm at the office right now finishing up. I thought about waking you to tell you all of this, but you looked so beautiful, I couldn't wake my sleeping angel. I'll probably be here for a while.