Tom was already at the breakfast table when Alice woke up. The kids were waiting there too, and the table was covered with pastries, buttered toast, unopened jars of colourful jam, steaming pots of tea, jugs of milk.
'Morning,' Alice said, without looking at Tom.
'Morning, mama,' the kids echoed.
Tom made a motion to stand up and kiss his wife on the cheek, but she walked past him to give the two children a hug.
'I need to talk to you after breakfast,' she said towards Tom, without looking at him.
He mumbled that that was not a problem.
So, when the nanny had taken the kids out to the park, Tom came up to Alice. He had a bashful expression, that rather than endearing him to her, made him look infuriatingly stupid.
'You wanted to talk?'
'Yes,' she said matter of fact. 'I'm firing the nanny. She's leaving today.'
His expression changed to one of alarm. Alice understood in a second but said nothing.
'Why is that?' he asked.
'Because we're the parents, and they are our kids. We won't offload that duty to anyone else. Tonight, I'm going out, so you'd better be home to look after them.'
She wanted to take control back, and Tom would not stand in the way. She wanted to have full possession over her life once again.
'Tonight, I have this other thing – ' he began.
'Then, there won't be anyone looking after them. Suit yourself.'
And with that, she left the room.
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight
RomanceIf my husband ignores me, I know other men are prepared to pay to have me.
