Mending The Bad Boy

Chapter 2

Danny and I are down to the last box.

Everything was almost put away but the house still felt empty.

There's no laughter. No smiling. No talking.

Utter silence filled every nook and cranny.

I try to look at it positive, but that gets the best of me. I just start to think if I'm a good wife or if he could do better.

He's so quiet.  He doesn't eat.

Sometimes I think it's overdramatizing or a little. But how would you feel if your daughter got taken away from you.

I can't fill the hole in his heart, only she can.

But someday he needs to move on. And I hope it's soon....

I walk into the kitchen and fix up some lunch. Today I'm going into town to pick up some stuff for the house. Paint, decor, grocery, etc.

After I ate I walk all over the house to try and find Danny.

It's a lot bigger than our old house, and it would take some time trying to remember where everything was.

"Danny?" I call.

Nothing.

Still walking, I say his name again.

"Danny!"

I walk into our bedroom and see him siting on our bed, his back facing me.

"Oh there you are! Why did you answer me?" I ask him.

Nothing.

I walk up to him and see him holding a picture of me, Lily, and him.

"Danny-" I start to say but he cuts me off.

"She was the only thing that kept me together." He says touching her face on the photo.

Ouch. It's not like you married me or anything. I'll just watch you sulk.

He looks up at me, almost curious why my face shows a sign of hurt.

"I'm going to town, need anything ?" I say ignoring with he said and his look of annoying curiosity.

He looks back at the photo.

"No, I'm going to stay here." He says.

"When I come back you better have taken a shower or done something useful." I say angrily  and walk out slamming the door.

"Whatever mom!" I hear him yell back.

I grab the keys to the car and walk out of the house.

When I'm at town, I notice a mall, Walmart, McDonald's, and a Starbucks. There's little stores but those are the only ones that stuck out to me.

We don't have a mall from where we used to live. Or a Starbucks. I don't like coffee or have ever been to a Starbucks.

I go to Walmart and go straight to decor. They might not have the best but it's something.

I picked up white paint, and turquoise decals and stuff for our bedroom.

I checked out and went home.

Danny was watching tv. I walk in and sit on his lap.

"I'm sorry about before." He says and shuts the tv off.

He wraps his arms around me.

"Me too." I say and smile.

Not really, he was being a jerk.

"I was thinking, to make it up to you, how about I take you out to eat tomorrow night ?" He asks and smiles.

"Danny Duprey, are you asking me out on a date?" I ask.

"Well it's hard to resist someone like you." He says and smirks.

"Well," I sigh " I'll check my schedule, but I think tomorrow night will be perfect."

"It's a date?" He asks.

"It's a date." I say and smile.

I move to get up but his arms grow tighter.

"And where do you think your going?" He asks and has that Danny look on him. That mischievous look and his smirk.

I swear sometimes it's annoying.

"I was going to paint our room but someone won't let me go." I say.

"What color?" He asks.

"Red. The blood of our enemies." I say without emotion.

I feel his fingers finding my ticklish spots.

"Danny I swear if you- " but before I could stop him he had all ready started. Laughter and yelling for him to stop tickling me filled the house.

It was moments like these that I dreamed of. But not all days would be like this.

Danny says he's suffering PTSD.

I say he's making it seem far worse than what it is.

It was moments like these, that I dreamed would last forever.

We all know how that goes.

It's funny sometimes when I think about us, I don't think of us being married. I still think of when I first met him. I remember thinking he was a stalker, or a creep. Or maybe I was the creep to follow him home.

But I wouldn't have ever met the guys or done half the crap that went on. And if I could do it over, I wouldn't. Because this is what matters to me.

Him.

My bad boy.