The Two Of Us

Chapter 2

I went straight to the bathroom when we got home.

I am staring at myself in the mirror. Looking at my face like crazy. Thinking of things. Thinking of our situation. Thinking of my relationship with my husband.

We never fight. We never argue. We talk but it's just like normal conversation. We eat together but that's all.

Of course, we do things like what husband and wife is doing but it rarely happens. It's not that I have problem with that. It's just that, I know our relationship is more like "JUST 2 PEOPLE LIVING IN ONE HOUSE TOGETHER"

I can't even say he is a friend since we are totally strangers to each other, though living with him makes me know he doesn't like overcooked vegetables and he loves eating spaghetti and watching baseball game. He also make time to work out at least thrice a week.

My thoughts got cut-off when I heard my phone ringing. I looked at who is calling and it's my friend Harney.

I just kept it ringing since if I declined it she would know so it's better for her to think that I am still sleeping.

I hurried up putting my pajamas and went to bed right away.

On the left side of my bed, it was my husband sleeping. He is lying down with his chest. I looked at him and observe his breathing. He is now in his boxers. He used the bathroom on his office since his hair is a little wet. I could also smell liquor so I looked at his bedside table and saw a glass.

I know he is tired, so I grab his blanket and put it on him just enough to cover his waist down to his legs since he doesn't really like blankets while me, I love blankets. I like how they cover me especially when our room is so cold due to the aircon's temperature.

I tried to sleep and even though I am a little drunk, I just cant. Thoughts like our relationship is not really working is still on my mind so I decided to get-up when he hugged me. I looked at him carefully to know if he is awake but his breathing remains the same. He's still sleeping. I tried to moved but he moaned and hugged me tighter.

"Don't go. Lets sleep"... he whispered

I looked at him again and his eyes is closed but I know he is awake.

"Drew, I have to get some water"... I told him hoping that he would release me from his hug and yes, he did.

I get up right away and went to the mini ref in our room. I get a bottle of water and drink it while looking at my husband Andrew. He is now using my extra pillow as his pillow while he is hugging it. From the looks of his face, I know he is tire.

I felt something strange with my heart, I feel bad. He was working so hard. He is tired because he was working and me, I'm here, tired but because of partying.

I don't usually do this, well, I have never done it to him but maybe, just this once, I need to act like his wife so, I went to the bathroom and get my oil.

I massaged him. At first, he was shocked especially when I just put the oil directly on his body but when I pressed my hand hard on his shoulders, he seemed to get what I am doing so he relaxes his body and fixes his posture enabling me to massage him properly.

That moment I realize, maybe the reason why I am thinking so much of our relationship is because I already developed some feelings for him.