Flux of light

•Chapter Three•

The aroma of cooked steak, mashed potatos , and broccoli fulled the kitchen.

Hoping he would show up to dinner tonight would make this all worth it. Him leaving the couples therapy session a week ago started making this decision easy.

Yet it was still hard.

But tonight was different I can feel it. This is one day he can't miss for anything. Not drinking with Charles or a new client at his job. A special day not even our anniversary day can compare .

Setting the table perfectly to the newly bought and washed dish set along side a bottle of wine.

Ding!

Walking around the island to one of the drawers grabbing a pair of hand mittens. Opening to oven and removing the chocolate cake I baked to the island. Letting that cool I went into our bedroom to change into a white button up shirt.

Moving to the dresser that held a large orange envelope with a stack of papers inside.

All unsigned.
All unread.
All in denial.

Shaking my head hoping the thoughts would disappear. Spray my usual cologne and running my hands through my hair to get the sexy look.

Satisfied I walked back to the kitchen to put icing on the cake quickly and put all the food on the table before 8:30. Siting at the table with a seasoned meal, rich wine, moist cake, and a lovely man was anyone's dream to come home to too. While I hope I can still be his dream.

I just waited that night

8:35. He can't be too far

8:46. Maybe he got some traffic

9:03. Charles probably won't let him leave that dang bar

9:27. Not to much longer

10:34. Should I call?

11:49. Maybe text to be sure he's okay

12:58. Why do I deal with this? I'm so stupid to wait

1:23. Maybe dads right...

He won't love me. No one will. Ever.