Shattering Truth

Chapter 1

"Jacob, have you seen my blazer?" Elena shouts from the living room, buried under the pile of clothes she threw away from the closet while looking for her favorite blue blazer. Annoyed, she starts digging through the pile of clothes one more time. Even if she leaves for work right this instant she would arrive late. Luckily for her, her boss has been giving her some slack recently, and even though she doesn't know why, she's smart enough not to ask and enjoy the perks while they last.

"You left it on the sofa," she hears her husbands voice coming from the living room, and she throws her arms in the air out of desperation. She growls at her own stupidity while trying to dig herself out of the pile of clothes she has no time to clean now, which means she will have to do it when she comes home later today, and heads over to the living room. She picks up the blazer from the sofa and puts it on.

"What are you up to today?" She asks once she feels her husbands presence in the room.

"Oh, you know," he says casually, and when she turns around to face him, she catches him leaning against the door from on the entrance to the kitchen, watching her carefully with a smile on his face, "Same old," he shrugs.

She untangles her long, brown hair which got trapped while she was taking her blazer on in a hurry and walks over to the dresser on the other side of the room to pick up her work bag. She turns around and bumps into Jacob, her chest only a few inches away from his, her arm scraping against his.

When she puts her hand on his, her fingers traveling around his, he flinches.

"Is there something wrong?" She asks silently, furrowing her brows once she notices expression of slight shock, which he's trying to hide, on his face.

His brows stay knitted together for some time, his look locked on their laced fingers, and under the intensity of it she feels like each of his fingertips has a heart of its own. Soon enough, the shock on his face gets replaced by a genuine smile.

"No," he shakes his head slightly, his smile becoming wider, "It feels so good, your touch on my skin," he swallows.

"Really?" She sounds genuinely surprised, "It seems like recently you have been avoiding me," she makes an observation.

He frowns. Oh, so she noticed. "No, I haven't," he denies the truth firmly. "When are you going to be home?" He asks to avoid further discussion on the subject.

"I'll be at work until 4pm, and then half of hour later I have an appointment with Dr. Edwards. So, I'll be home for dinner," she hums while squeezing his fingers with hers. She feels like she hasn't touched him in weeks, when in reality the last time she probably touched him was yesterday. Or last night in bed, while they were sleeping. "I'll pick up dinner on my way home. Chinese?" She doesn't want to let go of him, which is quite irrational of her. She will see him in few hours, like she does every day. He leaves for work an hour after her, and usually is home before her. In rare cases he's the one who comes home later. The perks of not having an office job like she does.

"Perfect," he nuzzles his nose against her, taking the smell of her perfume up his nostrils, the sweet smell of tropic fruit, "Speaking of Dr. Edwards, do the two of you ever talk about me? Us?" He cocks his eyebrow in her direction.

She smirks devilishly. "Wouldn't you like to know," she smiles while pressing her lips against his. He gasps a little when she does so, like it's a luxury, not an everyday thing. She tries to remember has he ever done it before. Probably, she just hasn't noticed up until now.

"I'm serious," he says casually, but there's a certain kind of tension in his voice which urges her to tell him the truth.

"Yes," she feels like someone is ripping these words out against her will, "He asks me how are we, relationship wise, how often do I see you, does our tight schedule effect our relationship," she gives in into this abuse someone is doing to her mind, making her speak about something she's not supposed to, "Our efforts to have a baby," she clears her throat with a cough. They have been trying to have a baby for a year now already, but so far, no luck. They have been to few doctors and every one of them said everything is fine with both of them, and that there's no physical reason to why she can't conceive. They know it's not from the lack of trying.