"Honey?"
"I'm here!" I shout from the kitchen.
It's our second anniversary, unlike other normal couples, we can't go out to celebrate so this has been our thing. I cook, he comes over and we celebrate. At least, trying to be a normal couple, I guess?
I feel his arms around my waist and a smile creeps into my face. How can I leave this man?
Because I'm cooking, I just look over my shoulders and say "Babe, I'm cooking. Can you please stop?" Well.. I forced myself to sound mad, you know, like a normal wife.
I feel him frown at my words but still says "Wow, you're actually becoming my wife right now?"
"Yup. I'm going to play the nagging wife role" I answered trying to hold back my laughter
"Nah. You can't. That's why I love you" he answered back and I smiled
"How bout you go sit down since this is almost done? You came early though." I said, realizing he's here earlier than expected
He kisses my cheek and backs away while answering "Meeting got adjourned early so I came here and I bought a wine. Your favorite wine"
With that I look back and smile but says nothing.
I finished cooking and now we're currently eating when his phone rings
He looks at me apologetically and excuses himself to answer it.
I know this scene.
He's going to leave.
He comes back and hugs me saying
"Margaret called, she's asking me to go home"
Sighing, I answered him "Okay, go ahead. I'll just finish this and go to bed too"
"Babe I'm really sorry. It's our anniversary. I'm sorry" he says and I can hear regret in his voice
I stand up and face him
"It's okay. Go home. Go to your wife"
He kisses my forehead and leaves
Yes.
We're not a normal couple.
He's married.
I'm his Mistress.
