They Vowed: 'Til Death Do Us Part?

Chapter 8: Into the Wild

Clare

I walk through the front door of our house exhausted. I decided to let Katie and Ben close the bar by themselves tonight. I wasn't feeling good. I was beginning to feel overly anxious so I left at 7pm which is really early for leaving the bar. I texted Matt and let him know I was coming home early. He said he would make dinner for us. It was a nice surprise because we never get to eat dinner together. I'm usually at the bar at least 5 days a week and he isn't home often.

"Matt?" I call out so I know where he is.

"I'm in the kitchen." He says as I walk in the living room and head that way. I put my purse and keys on the coffee table and go into the kitchen. Matt is at the stove. He is wearing a simple black v-neck t-shirt and jeans. His blonde hair is slightly messy and he is looking down at the pot stirring something. Matt is good looking. He is lean with some muscles. He doesn't workout really so he isn't over fit but he is still in good shape. His eyes are chocolate brown and they use to shine with laughter for me but now they just seem dim.

"What are you making?" I ask him even though I'm pretty sure it's spaghetti, my favorite.

"Spaghetti, salad, and cheesy garlic bread." He just says. It sounds so good. I'm so hungry.

"Do you need any help?" I ask him and he turns around to look at me. I immediately know that something is wrong. The way he is looking at me feels off. The look he gives me is pleading. My heart jumps a bit and my stomach is upset now.

"No, it's okay. I wanna make it for you. You should just go take a shower and relax. Once your done the food should be done." He tells me and turns back to making the sauce.

Okay maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions. So I head up stairs. I strip my clothes off and get in the shower. I take my time as I start to dread dinner now. I don't even feel hungry anymore. This shit between us can't continue to be this way or I"m going to fall apart. I try and ignore my thoughts as I wash my hair and body. I finally step out of the shower and dry off. I go to my walk in closet and fine something comfortable to wear. I put on my dark purple lacy bralette and matching panties. I find soft black leggings and put those on, then I put on a dark purple v-neck t-shirt that's one size too big. I go back to the bathroom and brush my hair. This takes awhile because of how long and thick it is. I blow dry it and let it fall in loose waves down my back. I'm finally done so I get some fuzzy purple socks and put them on and slide my feel into my black slippers. I have nothing else to do so I head downstairs. The smell of the spaghetti is so intoxicating that I forget about earlier and I can't wait to eat. I go to the dining room and two plates are made across from each other and the rest of the food is in bowls on the table.

"Go ahead and sit down and eat. I'm just getting to get the wine from the cellar." Matt calls from the kitchen.

I sit down and I start to eat because I'm a fat kid at heart and I love food so much. I could eat all the time and never get sick of it. My metabolism is pretty good. I don't really gain weight but I also try and workout or jog at least 5 times a week. I love working out as much as I love food. It helps me clear my head and I always feel better afterwards. I hear Matt coming into the dining room. He has a grape wine and he already uncorked it so he pours me and him some and then sits down to eat too. We both eat in silence. It feels like he is waiting for us to be done eating to talk. That's fine with me. I'm almost done with my spaghetti. I stop to eat a piece of garlic bread, the best part. Then I take a big drink of the wine. It taste exquisite. I eat the salad which is good too. I'm almost full so I finish the little bit of spaghetti that is left on my plate. I put my fork down and start to drink my wine more. Matt isn't really eating too much. He looks up to see that I'm done.