The Widow

Scene 13 - Felt like coming home

Scene 13 – Felt like coming home

Aiden checked his watch and looked over his window, Clara wasn’t awake yet, she always woke up before him and she’d be knocking on his doorstep for a cup of his coffee, she liked his coffee she said.

This was odd. He paced wondering if he should just go to her house, he had keys and he knew the alarm code, still though he didn’t want to go without her permission even if his mother always did. It was improper. And improper was not the word to describe a man like him.

He was courteous, kind—too damn kind, his ex-wife described him.

He shook his head, this wasn’t time for propriety, he needed to just barge in, Clara might be hurting and he needed to be there. So he took off.

Entering the house, he looked for Clara and when he couldn’t find her on the first floor he immediately went up and straight to Clara’s room.

Inside her room, he found Clara on the bed still sleeping, he smiled and breathed a sigh of relief she was fine. He looked over her room, he’d never been in her room so he took this time to look at it, his gaze landed on the floor.

His brow furrowed when he saw something on the floor, it was broken to pieces, Clara must’ve have thrown in on the wall, what was it, he couldn’t get it was smashed.

He walked over her bed, he sat to her side and gently patted Clara, “Clara, wake up honey, we have brunch with mom and dad.”

Clara murmured something and then turned to the other side, burrowing her face to the pillow.

“Clara, wake up.”

“Go away.” Clara said swatting his hand away, “Please let me have some sleep. I haven’t slept much.”

“Why? Is it the pregnancy? Do you want me to call Dr. Paige?”

 

Clara turned back to face him and glared at him, “Of course it’s the pregnancy! It’s making me horny! Even BOB is useless.” she cried out loud, his eyes widened and so did hers. She covered her face with the pillow and groaned, “Oh God.”

Of course, it was the pregnancy hormones, he read that in one of the pamphlets. But what could he do about it? It wasn’t as if he could offer it to her, damn it, he couldn’t, if he’d have Clara in that intimate way, he didn’t know if he could still pretend that they were just friends, he couldn’t think that he’d be able to let her go still.

Then again, maybe this will convince Clara that he wanted more from her. And she needed it. Her last words sunk in though, who the hell was Bob? “Bob?”

“Go away Aiden.”

“Who’s Bob?”