Will You Love Me?

Chapter 49

Today, Ben was taking you to Wimbledon. You were excited to spend this day with your husband, out and about, instead of just inside the house when the kids were gone. You both dressed cooly and casually and arrived there a while before it could start. 

Ben went and bought you some cranberry juice (because you had been craving it) that was put into a small, clear plastic cup. Poor man kept having to get up to go refill it at least ten times before the match started. Eventually, he just came back with one filled to the brim in a tall beer glass and also got you strawberries and cream (because, again, you were craving it).

"Your cravings aren't as odd as when you were pregnant with Conner or the twins," he noted aloud. You actually had to laugh at that. "Oh please," you giggled, "I'm just being appropriate since we're in public. What would really go with these strawberries is some vinegar and jalapeños. Maybe a little mustard, too." 

Ben opened his mouth to say something, but decided to close it in fear of getting slapped by his very pregnant wife. Instead, he put his hand on your thigh and said, "I'll make a trip to the store tomorrow and get what you need. Make a list of these cravings for me." 

You hugged him around his arm, then fed him a strawberry. He hummed as he chewed and said, "That's a sweet one." You pecked a kiss to his cheek and said, "Not as sweet as you." He smiled and even blushed a little, before leaning in and giving you a tender kiss. 

The match started a little while later and you were both engrossed in it. Ben never let go of your hand the entire time, which you hardly noticed unless he squeezed it out of excitement. Even when people came over to greet you two, he never let go. 

You wondered what that was all about, besides him being the perfect husband. 

"Darling, would like more juice?" He asked at one point near the end. You shook your head and asked, "Water?" He kissed your head and said, "Be right back." He got up and went quickly over to the drink stand. 

He ordered both your waters and went to turn to go back, until he felt a hand on his arm and a sultry voice say, "Benedict!" He turned and nearly jumped at the sight of Mrs. Reed. Fucking fuck, he thought, what the hell is she doing here? 

"Mrs. Reed," he greeted with a smile. "How...wonderful to see you!" They shook hands, but he retreated his quickly. "Who are you here with?" She sighed and looked behind her at a man laughing with a group of guys. "My husband," she said as if she were disgusted. She turned back to Ben and said, "He dragged me here with his friends and now I've got no one to talk to. So I'm glad I found you! And, by the way...call me, Samantha."

He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Well...Samantha...I'm here with my wife," he told her, "and she's seven months pregnant, so I can't leave her alone for too long." He looked over to where you were turning your head, trying to look for him. 

"Ugh, pregnancies," Mrs. Reed scoffed. "Tried that once, won't ever do it again. It was bloody awful!" Ben looked at her curiously and almost in shock. "You...you have kids?" He asked as his eyes raked all over her body. She didn't look like she was pregnant. 

Those legs, he thought, those thighs, that body. There's no way she could have had a kid. Christ, you'd think she'd be a little more modest with her skirt and her tight shirt exposing that massive pair she has. You'd think her husband wouldn't want men like me staring. 

Shit. I'm staring.

As he looked over to you again to make sure you weren't looking at him oogling another woman, she rolled her eyes as she said, "One. He's an awful thing, really. Drools, kicks, screams." Ben then started to wonder how in the hell she's a teacher for five to six year olds. "Sorry," he said, "but how old is he?"