Shades

"I do." Krista said, smiling and looking at the intent Damian. ‎ ‎"You may now kiss your bride." The officiating priest said and looked at the man and wife, smiling. ‎ ‎And they kissed. A kiss that said many things. That pronounced a long lasting relationship, of love and of a long lasting agreement. **** Damian snapped out of his reverie, staring at the wedding pictures sadly and he sighed. Gone were the days when Krista was dripping over him. Now, she seemed tired of him and acted almost like he never existed. ‎ ‎He walked out of the room and slowly opened the door to the room of his eight years old son and saw he was sleeping soundly. He walked out silently careful not to wake up the sleeping boy. He took the stairs and went to the mini bar, uncorked a bottle of whisky and poured himself a shot, drank it and drank again, then more, till he was at the edge of being tipsy. Then a car engine sounded in the garage. 'Probably Krista.' He said in his thoughts then looked at the vintage oak grandfather clock with much effort and discovered that it was 12:00 sharp. Krista walked in dressed in a tight short leather dress oblivious of his presence and he boiled. "Krista? " And she stopped "Yeah?" She replied, turning slowly to face him and making a quick excuse in her head. "Where are you coming from?" He asked, folding his arms. She hesitated. "Answer me!" He snapped at her. "Ya know what Krista, I'm sick and tired of being ignored by you to this extent. I'm sick of it! " "Are you my mama to ask of my whereabouts?" She scoffed. "For Chrissakes Damian, I'm twenty-seven and can take proper care of myself. And for the records, I went hanging with the girls. Is that too much?" She said with disdain. He scratched his hair. " Sorry, I was just angry." He said and Krista nodded. "Good. I have to go to sleep. Very tired." She said kissed his lips abruptly and walked up the stairs. Damian stared at her. He badly missed the old days and missed the taste of her lips. He took the stairs and when he got to their room, he heard the sound of the running shower, and he lay down on the bed. Heard the shower stop and heard soft footsteps. Soon he heard her lay beside him. He turned to face her, but her back was facing him. "Babe?" He called out and wrapped his hands around her waist. "Yeah? " She answered uneasily. "Tomorrow is Dylan's Parent teacher meeting, and the school wants us to be there." He said and she sighed. "Okay babe, anything for Dylan." She said and he smiled. "Thanks bade." He said and kissed her left cheek, then slept. When she was sure he was well asleep, she crawled slowly out of the bed and took her phone. "Hello? Seriously, I'm tired of this." pause. "Okay, I'll come over today." ‎ ‎