Collection of One Shot's

Taken...

I have been acting like a proper housewife today, I have a day off work so I have been tidying up the house I share with my husband and cooking us a lovely dinner. He is due home in thirty minutes because he put in a holiday to spend some time with me, but had to quickly pop in to work to delegate.

He was a high flying business man and worked in a huge office in Manhattan, I wasn't sure what he actually did it was too complicated. I was a school teacher and my marking and planning kept me very busy but today was a training day and to spend some time alone together was rare so he had jumped at the chance.

Hayden was my everything and I wouldn't be who I was today without him, he always found the perfect way to push me without becoming overbearing. We met at college and when things were getting tough he would always remind me what I was doing it for. He told me I would make a great teacher someday and he always joked on calling me Mr Baxter.

Baxter was his surname and he had dropped hints like that quite often and it made me smile that one day he would love for me to take his name. I would always tell him that I wouldn't be a stuck up teacher and the kids would be free to call me Ethan, he was never happy with that for some reason?

So lunch is in the oven and it's now only twenty minutes until he gets home so I decided to go and check the internet for our summer holiday then we can discuss it over food. Forty five minutes later and he still wasn't home which is not like him, Hayden is nothing if not punctual. I decided to go and check my phone for messages to see if he had to work late after all, but there was nothing on there at all.

One hour and thirty minutes later and no phone calls lunch was completely ruined but I didn't care, where was my husband? I tried calling his office but I just received a dialling tone and it was too soon to call the police or the hospitals so I began to pace to take my mind off it.

You may think I was panicking too soon but like I already said Hayden was never late for anything and if he was going to be even a minute late he would call me to apologise. One time we were going out for Valentine's Day and I was supposed to meet him straight from work at a little Italian in Hell's kitchen. I arrived at the restaurant a little bit early and I had only been stood there five minutes at the most when he called me to say he would be late. He turned up two minutes before the actual time we had agreed to meet so he wasn't late and when I pointed this out he said he knew that I would be there early so he classed that as being late.

He was so thoughtful and that is one of the main reasons why I fell in love with him, however I won't pretend that I didn't find him drop dead gorgeous too. I had boyfriends before him and they had been lovely but when I met him I knew instantly that if this didn't work out I would be distraught. To my delight we did work out and have been together for over fifteen perfect years, we even considered children at one point but the timing was never right.

Two and a half hours later and now I am panicking, even though I hope he is driving I try his cell phone several times and it's switched off. Horrible thoughts are running through my head such as he has met someone else and he isn't coming back or he has been mugged and left for dead. I knew the first was impossible we loved each other too much which only succeeded in making me worry even more than he had been mugged.

I called the police but the line was busy, I continued to try for another hour but I couldn't get through I did not even get a dial tone once in the whole hour. Ok what the fuck was going on here? Where was my husband and why were the police not answering the phones, surely within the whole of the NYPD there would be at least one precinct that had a free officer to pick up the damn phone?!

My pacing was becoming frantic now I just needed to know even if he was leaving me, even if he had found someone else, even if he was half dead I needed to know. Four hours later and I was no further forward, Hayden was not answering his phone at work or his cell, the police were not answering even the hospitals were busy. I was so distressed with the lack of answers that I felt close to tears so I decided to distract myself by watching some TV, he would be home he probably just got stuck in a stupid meeting or something.