right person, wrong time.

wife knife life

Chapter Fourteen

Laurie

I was completely and utterly exhausted, physically and mentally. Tonight had been as successful as parties could go and Amy and I got to see everyone for the last time as an 'official couple'. I had also managed to cut off some loose ends. Even if they were mentally tied.

I entered the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Burrowing my head into the pillow, I procured a sound I didn't know I was vocally capable of. Like I said, I was exhausted.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I began slowly drifting off into the abyss before a sudden slam awoke me. I leapt up and off the bed, startled and clutching onto the pillow, wielding it as a weapon.

Great idea Theodore.
A pillow as a weapon.
How terrifying.

Before me stood Amy, visibly fuming.
Now that was a terrifying sight to see.

"Amy?" I asked, my voice much higher than I expected. I coughed, clearing my throat before repeating, "Amy."

Better.

"Don't you Amy me," she scowled, advancing on me. Her eyes narrowed as she moved. Instinctively I began walking backwards, the pillow still between us, acting as some form of barrier from me and my nominal wife.

Shit. What the hell did I do?

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked, panicking. I tried thinking of everything I had said tonight. Maybe I had digressed too much on Amy's rather hefty indulgence on molasses candy that one time? Or perhaps I accidentally mentioned the habit she still has to this day by wearing a clothespin on her nose in attempts to reshape it her herself while she's sleeps? Dammit, it could be anything!

"What happened? What happened?" She imitated me, her voice lowering a few octaves lower than usual. I was going to criticise her impression before she snatched the pillow between the two of us to her. My jaw dropped open at the raw audacity, feeling suddenly bare and vulnerable. "I saw what you did with Professor Bhaer and Jo!"

My face paled.

I snatched the pillow back from her before dismissing her accusation. "I don't know what you're talking about," I huffed. It was the truth, I technically didn't say anything so how could she possibly know anything?

"Don't act all coy with me now Laurie," she scowled, snatching the pillow from me once more. Damn. "I saw the way you looked at them both, together. You think it's over between the two of you! That you no longer have a chance with her!" My eyes widened at the accuracy of her words.

How the hell did she figure that out?

"Amy, first of all, how on earth did you-" She cut me off, lifting one hand, seemingly to brush my query away with one swift motion.

"Oh Laurie please!" She exhaled. "Don't put it past me to know these things and do not underestimate me. I can sense these things," still scowling. "One of the biggest tells was your mood being off the entire evening after seeing them two together. Come on Laurie, you know me better than that," she rolled her eyes at me.

She had me there, it was true. Amy had a knack for these things.

"No matter," I snapped, resuming to denial. It seemed like a solid tactic. "I don't want to talk about it." I levelled my eyes with her, "And I definitely don't want to talk about it with you." I grabbed a corner of the pillow, trying to pull but she held onto it with a surprisingly firm grip.