LAYERS OF LOVE (LOL)

Layer one

I wake up all alone and I find myself looking around to see if I will find my husband somewhere in the room. On his side of the bed however there's just a note and a bottle of pills with a glass of water.

Stepped out for a bit. I have to take care of something at work.

Pick you at ten so that we can head out.

ps. I've ordered you some room service

love,

Pascal (hubby)

I smile at the thought of him being my husband. I force myself out of the bed against my wishes and waddle towards the bathroom. The evidence of how great of a night it was illuminates my path even with all the clothes recklessly thrown on the floor. A small part of me is slightly disappointed that he did not clean up just a bit but the other is okay with how satisfied I am. I head to the bathroom and decide to take a shower all together. There's no need in postponing the inevitable. Even though I'd rather not wash him off my skin, I know that I do not want to spend my entire day smelling like s*x while on a flight. With a smile on my face I dance to my own made up song in the shower before brushing my teeth and drying off and covering up with a white robe that has been provided.

I make my way to the room and pick up all the clothes that we scattered at night. I'm almost done folding when my phone rings. I reach for it and pick it before even confirming who the caller is. My excitement runs cold at the sound of his voice.

"Darling, don't tell me one night with him and you're ready to forget me." He sounds tired. A lot of emotions go through my mind as I try to understand why he has called me but only one is prominent. Dread. I can feel it even in the pit of my stomach and I know immediately that something significant has happened. I inhale trying to steady myself enough to take in what he is really trying to say.

"Where do you need me?" I ask already getting dressed in my previously folded dress from yesterday. I know for a fact that when he sounds like that, someone has messed up and I need to take care of it. I try with no avail to zip up as I wait for him to tell me what he needs.

"Darling, I need you to enjoy your honeymoon because with the truckload of s**t coming our way, I doubt you'll ever rest again. I'll talk to you in two weeks." I stop in my tracks sinking into the bed. I can only imagine him scratching his neck, the way he usually does it when he is stressed. I close my eyes and visualize the creases forming on his forehead. I wander to the many times I have smoothed them with a little kiss before going off and carrying out my duty. I heave in relief as I find that my husband doesn't need to know about this.

"Okay patron." I say lowering my voice just how he likes it.

"Don't tempt me when you can't be here darling. Think about me, will you?" He hangs up before I can even reply but I reply anyway, to the empty room. "Always" I whisper.

I discard the dress and tie the robe around my body again before I pick up the medicine and water and swallow a pill. The impending headache is something I do not feel like risking especially now that I am aware that s**t has gone to hell with patron. I have only been away for hours and someone decided that it's just the time to mess with the man that should not be messed with. I smile as all the ways to handle it come to mind but I push them all back as I take some water. I walk to the balcony and let the sun hit my skin relishing the warmth it closets me with. I close my eyes taking a deep breath of the stale fume-filled city air. I sigh. This is what it feels like to be home. This is my home. Right before I can start getting bored, room service appears and my breakfast is plated.

A wide array of fruits and cakes, coffee, pancakes, juice, meats and any other thing I could ever dream of having in the morning is there. My mouth waters a little and my stomach rumbles reminding me of just how hungry I am. I pop a grape into my mouth savouring the taste as the juices burst into my mouth. A little moan escapes my lips. Nothing hits the spot for me more than good food. I close my eyes not wanting to waste any of the serenity of good taste. Once I am satisfied that I have done it justice I open my eyes only to find that I am no longer alone.

My husband stands at the entry way to the balcony in a crisp black suit. His black shirt has the top two buttons undone showing a bit of his chest. Such a sight for sore eyes. His eyes are on my lips which makes me almost choke with the realization that he just heard me moan. I take a sip of the juice hoping it helps it down better. once I've calmed down enough I take my time to assess him, a little flaw I have picked up from the job. He looks like he's aged a bit compared to last night. His eyes have bags underneath them. He looks like he did not have any sleep. Immediately my mind is on high alert and I am standing in front of him before my mind can catch up. I use my thumb to smooth out the lines that are forming on his forehead before placing a kiss on his lips. It feels like the first layer of our marriage is slowly peeling.