Distance (A Choni One Shot)

Distance

Toni's POV

"Hey babe where are you? Our appointment is in five minutes and here I am, in the lobby by myself. Call me back please," I say as I leave the sixth voicemail in the last half hour. Late again, typical.

If someone would've told me when I was younger that I'd be sitting in a chair of a celebrity marriage counselor's office at 24 I would have laughed in their face. My knee is bouncing against the tile as I wait for my wife to arrive. I hated being late, it was a pet peeve of mine.

"Mrs. & Mrs. Blossom?" I hear making my head turn. A woman stood near an open door wearing a blue blouse, black slacks and a blazer. Her smile was soft as I stood up, glancing at the door across the room.

"Um my wife i-" I was interrupted by the entrance door opening and as if right on cue, Cheryl walked in. Her purse dangled from her left hand and in her right was her phone, pressed up to her ear in conversation. So whoever she was talking to was more important than me?

She flashes me a quick smile and I try to hide my annoyance as I signal for her to follow me into the doctor's office. Once we were seated, the woman in the blazer, who I assumed was the doctor, gave us a bright smile.

"I have to go Arch. I'll call you later," My wife states before finally hanging up the phone. I should've known that's who she was talking to, he's all she's been talking to recently.

"Hello ladies, I'm Dr. McCoy, I'm ecstatic that you could make it," The doctor says shaking our hands. "You're my first homosexual couple but I'm confident that I'll be able to help your situation."

"I'm Toni and this is my wife Cheryl," I smiled at how welcoming the young woman was. She was at least a couple of years older than us with strong features and glasses perched atop her nose. With a notepad in her lap and a pen in hand, she watched us for a few moments. Cheryl and I were sitting on the far ends of the couch in the office and I think Dr. McCoy noticed this. Cheryl, like always, sat in silence while staring out the window in her own little world.

"Okay, let's get right to it. By observation, I can already conclude that this is not a mutual agreement," The doctor stated. Cheryl chimed in then, turning her head and folding her hands in her lap.

"How so?" I ask curiously. This wouldn't take very long at all if she was already making analysis' about our relationship.

"Well you were on time, Cheryl you were not. Usually when I see couples come in at different times it means that it was decided by one partner in the relationship to come to counseling," She stated while writing something down. Cheryl seemed a little offended by the doctor calling her out on her tardiness, but I didn't mind at all. "Body language is your worst enemy. Toni you're somewhat slouched yet sitting up, you're attentive but comfortable meaning that you're ready to listen and work through the situation. Cheryl you're alert and sitting as if you have to use the restroom. You seem ready to bolt out of here as soon as possible."

I could tell the red head was biting her tongue, she was always quick to defend herself in any situation. I'm just relieved that she came, because the doctor was right, counseling was a decision on my part.

"So big question, why are you here?" She asks crossing her legs. For the first few moments there's silence and awkward glances on our part. Neither of us wanted to admit our problems out loud, except the difference between us is the fact that Cheryl denies them.

"Toni seems to think that we need this. I think our marriage is perfectly fine but apparently she thinks otherwise," Toni says first.

"I don't think we need this, I know we do. How can you not see that? Or are you purposely ignoring it like you do everything that you don't like?" How could she really think our marriage is perfectly fine?