Lust and found

No time to talk

The next morning I woke up with a bit of a head ache. Honestly it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had expected given how much I had drank the night before. After laying on our bed for a second, still naked, assessing the shape I was in, I rolled over to find that Luke was no where to be found. For a quick second I had a hopeful thought that maybe he went to get me a croissant from the bakery in the grocery store. That was something he used to do after drunken nights when we first met back when he was still in University. I got up, showered off the smell of alcohol, put on some leggings and a cozy sweater and headed downstairs. Once in the kitchen I realized that the house had already been cleaned up, it was spotless. Given the mess that was left behind after the party, this stopped me in my tracks. It’s 9am and the house is completely put back together, wow! Still, Luke was no where to be found. That was odd. I grabbed my cell phone from the counter where it had sat all night, plugged it in to its charger and sent Luke a “where are you?” text.

A few minutes went by, I emptied the overflowing garbage can in the kitchen that had been filled with chip bags, napkins and junk from the night before. I wiped down the countertops and turned the dishwasher on before I settled down on the couch under my favourite fleece blanket and turned on the TV. I must have dozed off as I was awakened a few moments later to the sound of our garage door opening. From my spot on the couch I could see the door that entered into the garage through the kitchen. Through that door in walked Luke with his hands full of groceries. I gave him a smirk before saying “groceries? That’s my job!” He dropped the groceries on the island and came over and sat next to me on the couch. He gently kissed the top of my shoulder and said “I thought you might need a lazy day after the night you had, and I couldn’t sleep anyways.” He was strange that way. Ever since he started working in the city and waking up at 6am everyday throughout the week, his body had stopped letting him sleep in on weekends. But I had no complaints about it today as it meant that I had a full day to relax! I got up and helped Luke put the groceries away and asked him how he was was feeling. We chatted a bit about the party, and immediately after we were finished with the groceries Luke took off towards the stairs explaining that he was going to go for a run. I settled back onto the couch and put on a new episode of Chicago PD.

An hour later Luke returned. He was sweaty and out of breath and headed straight to the fridge for his usual glass of Gatorade. While drinking he lifted his eyebrows towards me as if to say “hey!” Then disappeared upstairs where I could hear the shower turn on. Again, he reappeared a few minutes later, now wearing some sport shorts and a loose t-shirt and yelled from the front door “I’m going to go mow the lawn!”. He had always been a busy bee, but today something seemed different. He kind of seemed like he was trying to avoid me. Could it be because of the news I dropped on him the night before? My mind started racing.

Some more time passed as I could hear the lawn mower get louder and then quieter as it would pass the living room windows. Eventually Luke came back inside and before he could head upstairs I quickly asked if he was feeling okay. He gave me a goofy look as if to say “why wouldn’t I be?” And came over and kissed my forehead. I patted the cushion next to me on the couch to signal him to sit down, and he complied. His eyes were then drawn to the TV and he immediately exclaimed “are you watching new episodes without me?!” I picked up the remote control and rewinded to the beginning. We sat there in silence watching our show together like we always did, his arm strung over my knees.

When the show ended nearly 45 minutes later, my beautiful husband laid his chin on my shoulders with his giant brown eyes staring up at me and asked me what I wanted to do for lunch. I kissed his forehead and told him I’d go make us something yummy. I made my way to the kitchen with a plan in mind. No matter how old he was, Luke had never outgrown his love (or obsession) with grilled cheese sandwiches. I pulled out a can of tomato soup from the cupboard and started to heat it in a sauce pan while I assembled the grilled cheeses, this time adding a special new ingredient. Once ready, I placed Luke’s soup and sandwich on a TV tray and delivered it to him on the couch. His eyes doubled in size when he saw the grilled cheese. He let out a little “thank you” before taking a giant bite. I waited a second then heard him say “is there bacon on this?! That’s amazing!” He sounded so excited. It was so sweet. It was always the little moments like this one that I cherished so much. We had shared so many memories together over the last four years, but I swear most of my favourite moments had been spent inside the walls of our home or our previous apartment. I grabbed myself a second TV tray and headed for the couch. We spent the entire day there, cuddling, kissing, watching our favourite show. It was pure bliss. But I couldn’t help but wonder when we would have the conversation about my birth control pills.