The Tide Of Time

Chapter 2

"Stop biting me!" I cried in annoyance. "Why do you keep biting me?"

"Because you taste delicious, also because you won't put down that stupid newspaper." Collin replied.

"I'm looking at jobs, Collin." I muttered.

We were both on the couch and Collin was annoying me so badly, I just wanted to stab him in his eye. I felt a sharp pinch on my shoulder. My head snapped to Collin who just stared back innocently.

"Collin, if you bite me one more time, I swear..." He bit me. That's it! I got on top of him and threw punches like a mad woman.

"Your tiny fists are killing me." He laughed. I didn't give up though, I was relentless in my attack.

He caught my wrists and body slammed me onto the couch beside him. A deep laugh left my lips as he crawled on top of me and started to bite me all over my face and neck.

"Ew!" I laughed, trying to squirm my way out from under him. I could feel his saliva on my skin, disgusting.

"Let's go out somewhere," he suggests.

"Yeah? With what money?" I rolled my eyes , shoving him off so I could get up.

"You need to stop worrying about money. You're pregnant. Stop it!" Collin snapped harshly. He then grabbed my hand and bit the back of it, hard.

I yelped at the sharp bite. "Stop!" I whined

"Let's go, come on." He pulled me up from the couch.

"Okay, okay. Let me put on some make up real quick."

Collin clicked his tongue in annoyance. He shoved me out of the door, despite my protests.

He parked our car next to a corner. It was late so there weren't many people around.

"Okay, what now? Remember, we are on a budget!" I announced as if he didn't know.

He shot me a mean glare. "Shut up about the money. Follow me."

I followed him and we stopped at the at the back entrance of a bar? Club? I didn't know where we were but it looked really creepy. The walls seemed thin because loud muffled music could be heard from the inside. I looked at my husband with slight suspicion.

"Don't look at me like that. We are here to have fun, so start dancing,"  he mumbled.

"Dancing?" I raised an eye brow. "Here?" I asked, glancing around at the dumpsters that littered the corner.

"Yes Angela, here. We don't have the money to afford to go anywhere at the moment, so for now, we are making do with what we have."

"And we couldn't, I don't know, dance at home? In our apartment?" 

"We could have, if you wanted to knock and bang into the furniture every time we moved. Or how about the bedroom! We could have danced on the bed because we could hardly move on the floor!" He gasped sarcastically.

"Okay, okay! I get it, we don't have the room to dance at home. sheesh." I mumbled.

My hand was grabbed and he started moving us around weirdly.

"That's what you call dancing?" I laughed.

He looked at me with irritation; grabbing my other hand, he moved us around more roughly, like we were having a seizure. We eventually got into it, letting our bodies sway with the music. I had to admit, I had a great time.

Just before we went home, we decided to have one last dance. Even though the music inside was up beat party music, Collin held me close in a slow waltz. My head rested on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.

"I love you." He mumbled lowly against my hair. 

My heart warmed at his words. Even though we were surrounded by smelly trash and not a dollar extra in our pockets, I wouldn't trade this moment for the world.