Love of my life

HER HUSBAND

The sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, reaching her face. She stirred, bothered by the light, and slowly opened her eyes. She turned to look at the hour: it was only 6:30 a.m., the alarm used to ring at 7:00. Her husband was sleeping soundly by her side, his handsome face towards her. Underneath the blanket, he was almost completely naked but for a pair of boxers. She recalled that during their first year of marriage, she had fought about it, insisting that he would wear pajamas, at least in bed. It wasn't hygienic to wear only underwear when sleeping, after all. He had always eluded the conversation and done as he pleased. After all, not that she minded either: his sculpted body was quite a sight to look at. Her gorgeous husband. Still, she couldn't quite believe he was with her, she couldn't quite believe that that night, at that party, he had asked for her number. Her number, while all the women at the party were looking at him, trying to flirt with him. Those not engaged or married, at least. She still couldn't believe he continued to choose her, when lots of women were eyeing him even while he was merely walking by the streets, even when he was working with all those gorgeous actresses, kissing them, even feigning making love to them on set. This made her feel like the most beautiful and desirable woman on Earth, and, smiling to herself, she got up, deciding that while she was already asleep, maybe she could start her day. She had a quick shower, then headed towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She began to cook pancakes for herself and eggs for Patrick, the perfect breakfast before his usual morning training. After a while, she heard his footsteps, followed by his arms grabbing her from behind. She turned a bit to press her lips against his, smiling.

"Good morning. Are you already preparing breakfast?"

"Yes, I woke up early, so I asked myself what was the point in lying in bed when I could start my day instead?"

"Reasonable." He said, opening the fridge to fetch himself some juice.

After five minutes, they were sitting at the table, munching on their breakfast. Dagmara interrupted the silence.

"So, how was your first day on the new project? What did you and James talk about? I didn't even remember asking you, after yesterday's... Night..." she said, with a dreamy look in her eyes "You were so amazing, I daresay we haven't had such a round in... In... Forever. I don't even remember a day you were so good."

"Yeah... Thank you." He said, looking at her smiling, but feeling a pang of guilt inside. If only she could know that all that passion wasn't for her... "He talked to me about a new movie he wants to shoot, "The conjuring". It's gonna be about a real-life paranormal investigators couple, the Warrens. Don't know if you've ever heard about 'em. I'm playing Ed, the male lead." He swallowed the last piece of his eggs.

"Oh, sounds interesting! And what about the female lead? Is it someone famous? An A-list Hollywood star?" She asked, trying to sound aloof.

"I don't think she's that famous, not like an A-lister, at least, but I've seen her act, she's a damn good actress, pretty famous in the business, too."

"What's her name?" she asked, this time a little more interested.

"Vera. Vera Farmiga." He said, almost in a grave tone. 

This time, Dagmara came to a halt, taking the piece of pancake that she was going to bite out of her mouth. She looked at him seriously.

"Vera? Farmiga?" her tone was surprised.

"Yes." He replied, almost nervous. Was she already jealous?

Dagmara giggled. "She directed me in a movie I did in 2011. She's one hell of an actress!" "And inconveniently beautiful." She thought.