Project Far Reach

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Edward woke alone in bed, as was the case most times. His wife could never understand how the man could sleep so much. Oh well, he thought. He sat up in bed and stretched his arms over his head, yawning lazily. The smell of coffee was already in the air and the low purr of the blender could be made out.

Seven fifty-five. What the hell, Eddy figured he'd just get up early. He got out of bed and headed down the stairs, following the alluring scent of the Colombian roast—beckoning him to the kitchen.

"Well good morning honey." Sara was leaning back on the sink counter her coffee cup in hand ready to be drunk. Her night robe laid open loosely, showing her boxers and muscle shirt.

"Hey baby." Eddy walked over to his wife, giving her a quick hug and kiss before darting over to the coffee pot. He pulled a remarkably large mug out of the cupboard, filled it with coffee, and poured in cream and sugar. He barely mixed to solution together before inhaling the warm vapors and sipping it lightly. "Ahh, I should get up early more often with you baby."

"I know. It's great right. See, you won't have to rush off to work today without having a proper breakfast." A big smile covered Sara's face and she winked at her husband. She turned around and started cooking.

The smell of sizzling bacon made Eddy's mouth water. It was like he had never eaten before. Sara went to the fridge and grabbed a carton of egg beaters and a bottle of bisquick. She might not have done everyting 100% home cooked, but she got the job done. Within minutes she had a stack of pancakes covered in syrup on Eddy's plate. She then added the scrambled eggs and bacon, along with toast and orange juice. This was the good life, Eddy thought.

It was amazing how one could get up early and still end up late going out the door. Eddy had a lot on his mind, but right now, as he ate the breakfast that Sara had cooked for him, he could think of only one thing. A somber look covered Eddy's face. Not even a year ago Sara had become pregnant. The two had taken a month off of work just to celebrate at her parents farm. They were so happy.

After the miscarriage, Sara had been different. They never talked about it. It was like it had never happened. It seemed that there would never be a good time to talk about it, so it went unspoken. Edward loved his wife. She was everything that he thought he would never have. The most unbelievable moment of his life was when she said 'yes' at his proposal. He had always felt, in fact, that he didn't deserve her.

Sara's parents were very sceptical about Edward. They lived in Houston Texas, in the same house Sara was born in. Despite at first thinking Edward was nothing but a wimpy city-slicker, Rustle and Elane Falabee turned out to be the best in-laws a man could ask for. They would have never guessed that he could ride a horse and shoot a riffle with such grace. He had thanked his outdoor skills to his adopted father who had spent thousands of dollars on riding, and fox hunting lessons.

Sara and Edward had come from completely different origins. Edward was born and raised in Miami. His birth parents had died in a car crash when he was only two. Edward was adopted by his father's boss, a rich entrepreneur by the name of Howard C. Johnson. The best memories of his childhood consisted of study, fox hunting, and sailing.

It was on one of the family's sailing trips that Eddy had developed his love for the sea and dolphins. He could still remember those curious creatures riding the bow wave in the windy surf. His foster mother, Linda Johnson had encourage him, even if it was to the disgruntled protests of her republican husband.

Howard owned a law-firm that has defended various oil companies from environmentalists for years. When Eward chose marine biology as his major, it was the last straw. Edward was threw out flat on his ass. Were it not for his 4.0 grade point average, he would not even been possible to get the degree he wanted.