TORN!

PAINTINGS.

Cerian.
Vexed, annoyed, frustrated,irritated and on the verge of blowing up then kicking the so called social services out of my living room because I was done with them. It's been two straight weeks of trying so hard but failing to successfully adopt the perfect kid. Don't even get me started on the paper work.

"What do you mean,we can't adopt from Phoenix?" I asked the red head lady on my left, "You said that about Wisconsin and Kansas?"

"Like I said before,you would have better chances of adopting if it weren't for your careers,and from within your vicinity " She said to both Denver and I.

"So what about our careers, Brad Pitt and Jolie adopted kids despite their careers,that's bull-"

"Actually Angelina Jolie served as a UNICEF ambassador and looking at your police reports ,you've both broken the law, drunk driving, illegal possession of narcotics and-"

"Okay,we get it,"Denver interrupted, "What would you suggest, I mean my husband really wants a kid,"

The gentle man who'd been quiet the entire time,sat up and adjusted his yellow shirt then said, "The best thing to do,is visit the foster home,there's one ," He handed me a pamphlet of St. Anne children's home, "By sending representatives only makes it harder to adopt one, give us a call once you've thought about it,so we could make arrangements with the home. Have a nice day,"

Denver walked the two out while I picked the empty glasses of juice and went to the kitchen. Denver wouldn't go to a darn home , the door to ever getting kids slowly shutting,it just needed an extra push for it to completely shut.

"So.." Denver came back.

"Let's go to St Anne," I suggested,tossing the glasses in the sink for the cleaning lady to do them later.

Denver sighed and slid on the counter stool opposite to me,"We can't ,my entire schedule is fixed for a month," He slammed the door shut.

"Today's Saturday,we are both at home ,free," I stressed.

"You forgot, today's April sixth,"

"So?"

He let out a vexed sigh, "Shawn's exhibiting his art today and I promised him we'd be there,"

"Do I have to? Shawn's more your friend than a mine, so when are we going to St Anne?"

"Look,I'll ask Bexley to cancel the meeting I'm having on Tuesday,then we can drive over to St. Anne's, is that okay with you?"

"Yeah fine," Denver smiled at my reply ,"Promise?"

"Cross my heart swear to die,"

We spent the rest of the day at home, something that hasn't happened in a year or two and I was grateful for that despite the fact that Denver was on the phone most of the time instead of watching the movies I picked out.

I'm not complaining though..

When the clock struck six -thirty,we had to get ready for the exhibition. I dressed in a a pair of black suede boots,black skinny jeans and a maroon turtleneck underneath a black cashmere sweater , my hair was my major problem,for some reason,I couldn't style it to perfection.

While I was struggling with my unruly curls,my eyes met with Denver's cerulean ones in the mirror,he was standing by the door, dressed in his usual three piece Louis Vuitton suit, this time,(it was maroon to match my turtle neck ) and a pair of black Gucci loafers. His perfect golden hair in a perfect quiff that made him look a bit taller.

"Let me," He said strutting into the room,he stopped in front of me and took the hairbrush from my hand . I think I forgot how to breath as he gently brushed my hair,pushing it away from my eyes,i was suffocating in his toxic scent and my skin felt as if it was on fire with every gentle contact. He knotted my hair into a neat bun,leaving a few strands hanging free at the temples.