Endlessly // R. Bortuzzo

Chapter 8

This man is going to be the death of me. Fuck.

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With the Hawks winning Stanley, Patrick was heading home for his day with the cup... And Drew and her children.

"Why the fuck didn't Patrick invite me?" I mumbled under my breath while making coffee for myself. I was going to make breakfast, but Beau and Robert came home at 3 in the morning, hammered.

I tried not to be that wife, but it wasn't going to be easy with both of them jumping in my bed when I was trying to sleep. I kicked Robert to the couch and Beau slept in the guest bed. I wanted Beau outside, but it was cold and raining. I'm obviously losing my touch.

"She's in Buffalo with our kids. And him."

"And why are you here?" I wrapped my sweater covered hands around my coffee mug. "Out of all the places to go, you come to my house?"

"She's mad because she's ovulating. And you're here. So we can't have sex." Robert told him. I think that's the only reason he might be upset his best friend decided to show up, giving two days notice.

"Better that you're here where I can watch you, instead of you being alone in California."

"Jesus."

"Drew may have forgiven you, but I haven't." I glared at him over my cup.

"Why? It's over and done with. We're married and happy." Oh Beau, you're such an idiot.

"Yeah, I was that girl once. now I'm happy, married, and still fucking scared that my husband is going to cheat and I can almost guarantee that Drew feels the same way. But whatever. I'm going shopping." That was a lie. I was going over to hang out with the in-laws. Maybe go shopping with Robert's mom.

I put n my jean shorts and a v-neck with my Canucks hat before hopping in the car, driving down the road.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's just me."

"Hi sweetie, where's Robert?" My in-laws were sitting at the table, reading the paper.

"At home, hungover with Beau. Hopefully cleaning the house and doing things to suck up to me." I sat down, setting my keys in front of me.

"Uh oh, someone's in trouble."

"They came home at three and decided to wake me up. Rudely."

"Sounds like someone I know." She looked to her husband, who pretended to ignore her. "Robert definitely takes after his father."

"That happened twice and she never let it go." If me and Robert grew up to be exactly like his parents, I wouldn't mind at all. Or my parents, either.

"I was going to go shopping. Would you like to join?"

"Of course."

We did the usual grocery shopping, getting a few things for the house, then we went to the mall.

"Okay so whenever Robert's father would do what he did last night, I bought a new dress, sprayed on his favorite perfume, and wore a pair of killer heels to go out with the girls."

"That's actually a really good idea." I sent a text to Sofie, telling her to text the other Thunder Bay wags.

"That's why we're getting you a nice dress. Beau can stay with us for the night." She smiled and pulled me into a boutique looking shop and started picking out short dresses for me to try on.