Listening To A Heartbeat

More than enough "Part 2"

Mairah wanted George to help her settle down, as she had shifted recently and only knew him in the city. She had just started to go to the gym that he had been going to for fours years.

They started to meet on a regular basis as he helped her buy a house, safely located and also furniture etc, for her and her only son, Andrew. Mairah and George often met at local restaurants at lunch breaks from respective offices just to have a nice chat.

Sara had started to sleep so early, it only got him overthinking his thinking. He started to hit the gym at night. But even that didn't help. Sara was either too tired to talk or only wanted to talk about the baby. Three months passed. One weekend, when Sara's parents were visiting, George told her he was going out and probably will eat elsewhere.

Sara didn't argue as her parents and George were not really the people one should have inside four walls, together. She assured him that they will leave soon. But as he left, she only worried more about her husband. And while at dinner, she was so restless, she wanted the night to end quick so her husband could come back.

Her parents never asked about their son-in-law. She couldn't decide if it was on purpose they were taking long or were they actually delighted to see their daughter?

Soon, Sara fell asleep on the couch while her parents talked away.

For minutes he debated to go back home and face her parents, flaunt his wife to their faces and talk endlessly about how happy he was, to start a family. Which he was, but something inside him made him question the baby.

And Sara.

George was already getting tired. Waiting inside a very old yet famous cafe was not something he was looking forward to do in the weekend.Until he got a call from Mairah.

As once promised between short lunch breaks, Mariah finally invited George to her new house for dinner. A nice House Warming thing. Except for the fact, that George had already mentioned this invitation to Sara and she thoughtfully accepted. And now as he had few more hours to kill, he politely accepted the offer to go alone.

There he met Andrew, her son and all his fears came to life. Andrew was a mess. A brat or more he was a rat. He was just 4 and half years old, but George still felt so uncomfortable around him.

Mairah talked about how difficult it gets sometimes to lead a personal as well as her commercial life. How her husband got her pregnant and left her, not giving any reason why. And she kept talking while he only picked at the salad in front of him.

Her words reminded him how his father left his mom because they had no money to even raise one child of theirs. He, also like Mariah's husband left and never came back. George was seven when his superhero, who had gotten really old at a young age, went out to buy him a storybook so he could read it out for him at night, but never came back. Little George only sat on the doorsteps waiting.

And he kept waiting.

He always liked to think that his father died, until one day he saw his mom got so furious as she was talking to her sister and only talked about crashing into 'him' somewhere. He heard the words 'coward' 'son-of-a-bitch 'i-hate-him' until he heard her sobbing and 'i-loved-him' 'he-left-me' 'i-am-alone' and Aunt spoke soothing words to her. But not once they took his Superheros name.

He was nine when his mother died due to Heart Attack.And just like that he knew that they left him.His aunt took his responsibility, and he didn't talk about either of his parents.

Ever.

George did not want to become like his dad. Even though he was financially stable.He did not want to keep his son or daughter waiting at the door while he couldn't bring himself to walk inside because he simply didn't want to. He did not want to leave Sara alone,anytime, anywhere in the world. He loved her. More than words could describe.

He decided to stay longer as there were no updates from Sara. Andrew was finally asleep and Mairah served him wine. Which he absent-mindedly accepted while playing with his phone, waiting. He drank more than he should have.While wine worked its way into their bodies, they did something which a happy married man and a mother to one shouldn't have. But sometimes when you have so much bottled up inside you, you take the wrong ways in hopes to feel alright.

But George felt even more worse. He couldn't stop from undressing himself and working his hands all over her body.

While Sara slept with their baby inside her on the couch, phone wrapped around her long delicate fingers. His number on speeddial.

George slept with a woman, he never intended to sleep with in the first place.