Wilmer
"Hey! It's Demi! Leave a message!"
I sighed as Demi's phone once again went straight to voicemail. I had dinner ready and wasn't sure when she was getting home or if she was even coming home for that matter. She wasn't checking in with me as much, which bothered me, but I didn't want to get into a fight when we were already so tense around each other. I didn't want her to pull further away. With a groan I dialed her number again but was quickly interrupted by the door opening and a voice sounding.
"Will you calm down? I was in the driveway when you called last time."
I smiled at her voice, even if it was annoyed, "I was just calling to see if you were coming home for dinner."
Demi walked into my line of sight and I felt my heart start to beat faster, my usual reaction to seeing her, "Well I'm here. What'd you make?"
"Chicken and peppers... Your favorite."
Demi just nodded, and I was a bit put out. Usually when I surprised her with her favorite dinner she hugged and kissed me, or would at least smile. "It smells good."
I watched her take off her coat and put down her purse, running her fingers through her medium-length hair, "How was your day?"
I didn't get answer, as she ignored me and walked upstairs to our bedroom. I sighed heavily and went back to cooking. At least I got half of a conversation with her today, yesterday she just kind of looked at me and did a lot of nodding and sighing. I was hoping she'd snap out of this funk, and start acting like she used to, because at this point it felt like we were more like strangers than two people who are married. Deep in thought, I didn't notice her walk back in, now dressed more comfortably in a t-shirt and sweats.
"I'm going to work-out."
"Dinner's going to be ready in like, five minutes." I protested, but she didn't stop walking towards the door that led to the basement gym.
"So save some for me."
I opened my mouth to again argue but she just shut the door behind her. Annoyed now, I put two helpings in bowls and took one of them to the table, eating silently and staring at the candles I'd planned to light for our dinner that I was trying to make romantic. I didn't want her to think I wasn't trying. I wanted to know if it was because of me she was acting this way, or because of something else. My biggest prayer is that it's not someone else.
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Demi came up to the bedroom about an hour and a half after I went up to bed, and went straight for the bathroom. I heard the shower start up a couple minutes later. Figuring I'd already been rejected enough tonight, what's one more time? I got up quietly and stripped down, sneaking into the bathroom. Her silhouette in the shower made me instantly excited and I quietly opened the door, shutting it behind me. Demi was facing the spray, washing her hair, so she jumped when I wrapped my arms around her.
"Wilmer?!" She yelped, trying to squirm away. "What the hell are you doing?"
I let her go, keeping my hands on her waist until she stepped away, covering her chest with her arms. That made my heart hurt. She was hiding herself from me now?
"Showering?"
She raised her eyebrows, "It's occupied right now?"
I smirked and leaned against the wall, looking her up and down, "I can wait."
Demi shook her head, "Can you please get out? I don't want to shower with you."
I sighed, "Come on... I've missed you. We haven't had sex in over a month." I walked closer until she was pressed between the wall and my chest, closer than we've been in a long time.
She again, raised her eyebrows, putting her hand on my chest and pushing my chest a little, "And? I don't want to have sex tonight Wilmer. I'm not in the mood. Get out."
I swallowed hard, reminding myself this wasn't new, so it shouldn't upset me. "Fine. Whatever Dems."
"Wilmer?" She said, as I turned away.
I knew better than to be hopeful, "What?"
"Don't try that again."
I walked back into the bedroom and got back in my pajamas, sliding under the covers as I tried to make the lump in my throat go away. I know most people would tell me to man-up in this situation but it's hard. I had never experienced this with Demi. Sure she'd shut me out before, but when that happened she was blatantly mean. Now, she barely shows any emotion. I'd rather she scream at me.
Suddenly, Demi marched out in a towel into the closet. A few minutes later she came out and got into bed, laying with her back to me.
"I'm sorry." I murmured, blinking as I felt tears coming to my eyes. She didn't say anything so I turned a little bit, "Demi?"
She sighed, "It's okay."
I clenched my fists, "Are we?"
"Are we what?"
I shifted closer so my hand was on her hip, rubbing the skin that showed there, "Are we okay?"
She didn't answer, and I didn't ask again.
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