Duplicity

Part Three: Louis

My husband is such a hard worker so I find myself constantly brushing away my mother’s criticisms that he is taking the piss out of me. She doesn’t believe that he works hard she thinks he deliberately stays at work so that I have to do the cooking and cleaning. I don’t believe that, I refuse to believe that because every day he comes home late looking exhausted and it’s obvious he has been working hard.

As he walks through the door sweating and tired I rush over to him to take his bag and help him get his coat off. I kiss him tenderly on the lips and check his forehead because I know if he keeps pushing himself this hard he is going to make himself ill. Once I am convinced that he is ok I send him off to wash up while I plate up his dinner for him.

When he came into the kitchen a few moments later he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck from behind. I smiled but continued plating up his dinner because I knew he would be hungry after working such a long shift.

“I love you in your scrubs, you always look so sexy.” He said rubbing his crotch into my backside.

“Well I didn’t have time to change and your dinner is ready now.” I shrugged smirking.

Groaning he pulled away and moved to the table where I set his plate in front of him, he smiled and tucked in shovelling it down greedily. I warned him to chew in case he choked and then I left him to go and finally get changed out of my work gear. When I came back down his dinner was finished, the plate left on the table and my husband was propped in his arm chair watching the television.

Sighing I cleared the table and washed his dishes, then I went into the living room to join him in front of the TV. When it was time for bed he stood up and picked me up off the couch carried me to our bedroom where we made love several times. After thirteen years together and at least three of those in marriage our sex life had never dwindled and I still loved being with him so intimately.

The next day I got a phone call from my mother once again expressing her dislike. She always had her reservations about Tom, she had no qualms about the fact that I was gay she just didn’t want me to be with my husband. You would think after so long she would have learned to trust him but unfortunately not and this was part of her weekly routine.

“I am telling you that man is up to no good Louis.” She complained.

“Ma! I don’t care what he is up to as long as he comes home to me at the end of the day.” I sighed.

“You don’t mean that and you know it. Mark my words Louis I am always right!” She said hanging up.

Sighing I thought about her argument, every single week she said the same thing and she was right I wouldn’t be able to forgive him if he cheated on me but it simply wasn’t true. I am not sure what set my mother off with Tom but she has been like this since the day I met him and she has no plans on changing her mind.

During my shift I was called to reception because there was a man who wanted to see me, I was really excited because it wasn’t very often that Tom got out of work to come and visit me. I raced through the wards to go and meet him but when I arrived I couldn’t see him anywhere, I walked up to Moira behind the counter and asked her where he was.

She told me it wasn’t Tom that had come to see me and she pointed to a younger man standing by the coffee machine near the door. I looked at her confused and she shrugged her shoulders and went back to typing on the computer in front of her. I looked at the man before I approached he was tall, slim and his chocolate hair was in a perfect quiff on his head. I walked over slowly trying to think if I knew him or not.

“Can I help you?” I asked tentatively.

“Louis?” He asked.

“Yes do I know you?” I questioned.