For you, I hope the grass is greener

Chapter 6 Shower Time

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Daphne's POV

It takes a couple of hours after Daniel is able to join us.. But just the fact that he did come to the game, even if it was just the end, did put the kids into a better mood.. you could see the mood switch with them instantly.. even though he still looks like he doesn't want to be here. I'm sure he is just absolutely exhausted from his long day, then having to come straight here without any time to himself.. it must be hard.. but that action right there should show what a great dad he is going out of his way for his kids if he can.

We get home pretty quickly once leaving the gym, and the kids are exhausted, which helps get rid of any type of fight from them.. So we got a couple of pizzas on the way home, just wanting to make the rest of the night easy for all of us.. especially for the weekend to come since we had such a long week this week.

We chow down, getting rid of this pizzas just as easily as it was to get them. The night feels light as we make jokes and spend some time together.. we don't get much of this, so when we do, I try to enjoy every second of it. But once it quiets down, you can visibly see the exhaustion hitting the kids.

"I need a shower.. thanks, dad, for coming tonight.. it meant a lot." Andrew states before getting up, patting his shoulder, and then walking past him but straight to me to hug me and give me a small kiss on the cheek. "Good night, guys. I'm exhausted and still want to call my girlfriend before it gets too late." I smile and nod at him as he leaves the room, heading across the house.

"Well, I better call Bree to chat for a minute before he gets out of the shower because I need one, too." Marley states as she stands up and gives Daniel a hug, then one for me too. I stand up and start cleaning up while Daniel stands to help me. "Are you doing ok, baby? Did you have a good day?" I ask him as he quickly states. "Yeah.. It was busy, but I got a lot done.. and your day?"

I smile over at him. "It was good.. but my assistant was completely distracted all day today, which was annoying because I had to keep reminding her to get off her phone and help me out.. so I did way more than I was supposed to, but I still got a lot done." I declare to him as he sends me a small smile.

"So since you got a lot done today, does that mean you can have tomorrow off with us?" I ask him and notice his body stiffen up as he says. "I will have most of the day off, but I have to work a little towards the night.. my boss asked me to join him for drinks and work.. so I can't turn him down.. you know that." He declares this, and for whatever reason, I'm suspicious of that comment.

His boss is nice and has told me time and time again how he is taking him away to drink and work, and I don't mind, but something inside of me doesn't feel right. Maybe it's just the long day hitting me harder than I expected. Or the built-up s****l tension that I just want to unleash on my husband.. it's been months now, and that's not ok with me. I have been feeling almost desperate. I can, of course, take care of myself, but it's just not the same.

"You want to watch a show or movie?" I ask him as he nods. "I don't care, I guess." he says to me as I squeak out in excitement. "Can we watch Lord of the Rings?" When I ask him this, he nods again. I get excited as the fun facts start running through my mind automatically. "Did you know that when Sam is running after Frodo in the water, he cut his foot from something hidden in the water?" I ask as he outwardly groans out.

"Do you always need to state facts about everything we talk about or watch?" he sounds annoyed with me once again, but this has been happening a lot lately. "No.. I just thought that was.. interesting.. I'll stop." I state as he nods at me before flopping on the couch in a huff. I finish putting everything away as he states. "Can we just watch a show? I don't think I could stay up for a full movie."

I give him a small nod as he starts playing stranger things, so when I hear the theme music come on, I sit down right next to him with excitement as I state, "Did you know?" he flips his head to send a glare to me as I shut my mouth instantly. I don't want to annoy him, and I know I talk too much. I have always been told I talk too much. "Sorry." I softly say as I lean over the armrest, fitting comfortably and trying to stay silent.

Daniel's POV

We sit on the couch watching another show to fill the voids between us.. This is one of her favorites, I'm not the biggest fan of it, but she loves it, so I deal with it.. The only issue I have is not with the show itself. it's with her incessant talking about the shows or movies we watch together. She loves it but won't ever shut up about it. "Oh my gosh, Danny, did you see that?! I can't believe she would do that!" She exclaims as I feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my annoyance builds.

I don't know how many times I have sat here just wishing she would shut up and not talk about every scene that just played. I did see it because im sitting right next to her. So I don't need to her talk about it. "Yeah... crazy." I say, looking down at my phone thinking of the lovely Delilah I talked endlessly with earlier... I know that I shouldn't be in any contact with her, but the undeniable urge to see her and talk to her again is consuming my mind.

"Baby? Are you sure you're ok?" She asks me, with worry on her face, as I nod at her, showing my annoyance with her question. "Of course... I told you before that I'm fine.. it's just been a long day.. I'm tired and you know what? I think I'm going to go take a shower and head to bed." I say to her feelings bad for lying, but I'm just trying to get out of this annoying situation before anything bad happens on my part.. I don't want to yell at her again.

I stand up from the couch as she quickly grabs my hand. "I could always join you if you want some company... I know that always helps you sleep better." She states in a sexy tone as she winks at me. "I'm ... I'm just really tired.. thanks anyways. but finish your show. and don't worry about me." I say to her, slipping my hand out of hers as I quickly turn to go to our room.

How am I supposed to tell her I'm not turned on by that statement and that the only thing I can think about is another woman? There is no way to ease that in at all.. I need to get my sh*t together and calm down. I get the water warmed up as I step in, letting the hot water calm me down... but it doesn't do it as well as I thought it would. I still am thinking about Delilah.

From her gorgeous eyes and that stunning smile.. to her amazing personality that matched with mine on so many levels... I find myself touching my shaft as I think about her. I stroke up and down as I imagine those plump lips wrapped around my c**k or bending her over in that suit just to penetrate her from behind. Before I know it the stroking has turned into pumping as I think about what she must look like under that suit. With her cleavage that pops out from the top and her perfect skinny, fit looking body that the suit fits like a glove.

I keep pumping until I spill my load all over the shower floor, feeling so much better about that satisfaction.. that is, until the shame starts to consume me thinking about how I just imagined and jerked off to another woman. I find the hate filling my heart, making me feel like the worst person ever, even though I didn't actually do anything with her... and that should count for something... right?

Daphne's POV

The show barely starts getting through the opening scene before he huffs out as he stands. He instantly leaves without a second thought of me.. leaving me alone on the couch.. I tried to entice him, but he must really be that exhausted to not want it, right? normally I don't mind but this time it worries me.. I'm worried I'm annoying him.. he always says I talk too much, but I can't help it.. or maybe I can.. maybe I need to stop talking as much.

I would hate to annoy him... and it's not like he listens half the time I talk anyway.. I have caught him so many times not listening.. so I guess maybe it won't matter to him if I do stop talking as much.. But maybe I'm wrong, and it would matter to him, and he might even miss it.. I don't know about that part.. but maybe I should experiment and see how he reacts to my silence. I can't help but think this to myself as I finish the show, but the entire time, I'm not paying attention to what's going on in the show.

I'm just wondering if I should go join him and make him feel better. Maybe he is just as sexually frustrated as I am.. maybe I can surprise him and rock his world.. he seems stressed, and I know that s*x helps stress relieve the both of us.. but maybe that's just my horny thoughts talking. I shut off the TV and go up to the room.. but as I walk in, I see him sleeping in the bed.. I sigh to myself since I was hoping for a fun night, but apparently, that is not happening.

But I do understand.. I am exhausted, too... poor guy working himself to death for us.. I need to do something special for him to show how much I appreciate him. I nod to myself as I get changed into my little nighty and slip into bed beside him. he is snoring lightly, but I don't mind. I think it's cute. I am not tired enough to go to bed yet, so I'm just going to read a little until I feel the exhaustion hitting me like it has for him.

I turn one page after the other, being pulled in by every word wrote as I hear Daniel humming. I look over at him as I notice he is shaking his head as he turns over, facing towards me. He stops and starts snoring again as I smile and go right back to where I was in my book.

That is until he starts mumbling. I put my book down again, getting ready to wake him up as he clearly mumbles. "Deli.. lah..." I stop and think about that... Deli..lah?? Is that a guy or a girl or food? What is he dreaming about? I don't recognize that word at all. I keep straining my brain thinking about those words as I finally put them together. Delilah.. like in the song? I don't think so.. I don't know many Deliliahs, and I don't think he does either.. The only ones he knows are because of me.. So that's probably not even it, and I just heard him wrong.. right?

I keep staring at him, wishing I knew what he was dreaming about.. but it's probably him just overthinking about work again.. he just can't seem to put away the work for his minds sake.. but that's what hard workers do.

I put my book back up to continue reading, but I can't seem to concentrate on the words.. I keep looking at him over and over again, getting a weird feeling inside of me, but I don't know why. He is a good man and has never given me a reason to worry, so I don't know why I have been feeling like this. I shake my head and get back to my book to forget about this before I overthink things.