His Married, Human Mate

Chapter Six

Leona's POV

Walking to my car now alone awaiting AJ leaning against the hood. He looked sternly at me with his arms folded over his chest. I took in a deep breath knowing that no matter what came out of his mouth was going to be disappointing. It wouldn't be the love or affection that I had been patiently awaiting to return.

"Hey?" I said while unlocking my car doors and placing my work equiptment in the back floorboard. "What were you just doing?" AJ questioned me. "What do you mean? I was working, I clocked out and now I was going to leave." I answered coming back up beside of him. His moods constantly changing giving my whip lash. "It didnt look like you were working, with your hand on that guy's chest in there laughing." He shot at me. A little shocked he could of seen that in there with the door opening and closing. If the situtation was reversed and I saw that I would have been mad too. "I see. That was not whatever you are thinking that it was. I had turned my head too quickly and slapped him and my hand went up as a reflex to where it had hit him." I told him. His arms still crossed on his chest, he stared blankly into my eyes as if to determine if I was lying to him or being honest. "What are you doing here anyway?" I dared to ask. He rolled his eyes, "I can't just surprise my wife at work?" he asked. "Sure you can, whats the surprise?" I asked, seeing no flowers or food or gift to "surprise me" with. "Me being here is the surprise." he retorted. "That is a surprised." I raised my eyebrows and rolled my eyes.

"I came to let you know that I wont be home until late. I am going to be gone to help a friend. I should be back around midnight. You don't have to wait up for me." He said. "okay. What about Brock? Are you not going to see him today?" I asked, knowing not to question who he was with or what he was helping with as it was likely I would get a lie in return. "Tell him good night for me." AJ said and with that he got in his car which was parked behind mine and sped off. Leaving me standing there in my work parking lot concern if someone over heard us and embarassed if they did.

My heart ached in my chest, no hug, or kiss or even an "I love you" or "good night" for me. I got in my car quickly and accidently slammed my own door. My tears didn't run down my face in a hot rage until I made it inside the car and closed the door. A whimper came out of my mouth scaring even me realizling how hard I was crying. I pulled out quickly and headed in the direction of the childcare center to pick up Brock.

I couldn't pick him up like this though. There was a*****e and a gas station that sat next to each other with a large parking lot about a mile from the center where Brock was. I pulled in there for a moment and told myself I would give me just five minutes to be sad and then I had to get it together, for my son. I laid my forehead down on the stiring wheel and the tears fell quickly but sliently this time.

After a few moments I sat up and reached over into my glove compartment and pulled out some napkins from fast food resturants and some baby wipes. I dried the tears with the napkins and used the baby wipes to cool the redness and puffyness that I knew my face would show. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses from the middle console and put them on. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and told myself outloud, "This will have to do. You got this. Brock will be happy to see his mommy. You can't let him down." I would be happy to see Brock too. His smile and laughter was everything good in my life.

I pulled out of the lot and went to the center to pick up Brock. I walked in and signed him out. Once he laid eyes on me I could see his face light up and the biggest smile across his little mouth, "Mommy!" He yelled and walked as fast as his little legs would go. "Baby!" I said back squating down so he could walk right into my arms and pick him up and shower him with kisses. I told the staff thank you and got his diaper bag from the week there and we headed home.

Once we were home we played outside some on a toy slide I had bought him off the clearance aisle with cash my mother had given me last week in case I needed anything. He loved it. He would climb up the steps and slide down giggling all the way. Then do it again. I couldn't help but smile at him and laugh when he did. His happiness infectious to me.

Once it started getting dusk we headed inside and I turned on some cartoons for him in order for me to make us some dinner. Since I knew AJ wasnt going to be coming home I decided on something quick and easy. I made oven baked chicken strips and baked some wrinkle fries. Brock loved the seasoning that came on them. We sat in the floor together and watched about ten minutes of a cartoon before I ran his bath, bathed him and then laid him down for the night.

I grabbed some of the cheap wine I had stocked into the back of the fridge, not bothering to grab a glass. I went into my bathroom where the trailer we lived in had a large tub I could fit my knees and my boobs in. I ran myself a warm bath putting some lavendar oil in it to make my skin soft and smooth.

Once it was full I stripped my clothes off and sank into the water with my bottle of wine. I opened it and took a couple sips. I washed my hair and my body, already shaved from the day before i ran my hands up my legs feeling their softness. I stood up checking the baby monitor in Brocks room. He was fast alseep already.

I laid back down into the bath allowing myself to sink in a little more rubbing the top of my thighs. They felt silky with the oil and smooth. I leaned my head back on the rim of the tub using my other hand to give myself a couple more drinks of wine. I sat it back down on the corner of the tub and let it find my stomach running my finger across it. I think back over the last couple of days. Ethan coming to my mind quickly and how he called me beautiful or doll. He was tall and handsome with his blue eyes always watching me was intently like he was waiting on me to give him permission to reach out and touch me.

Taking a couple more sips of wine, I mull over if I should allow myself this fantasy, at least in my own head. I would be hurt if AJ was doing the same in his. I decided to shake it off and reached for my phone. I should call him. It was about nine pm and he left my job at four pm. Maybe he wouldn't be busy and want to talk to me for a moment. I dialed his number, placing it on speaker sitting it on the side. I looked at the contact ID picture of him and me, It was from a couple years ago, just after Brock was born on a date night. We looked happy together and if I remembered correctly were where then.

The ringing on the phone stopped. "Hello?" came a woman over the phone. Shocked I didnt respond at first. "Hello?" she asked again. "Hello, yes can you put AJ on the phone please?" I asked, trying on to freak out. "Yeah one minute, he just got in the shower." she said. My heart sank all the way to my stomach. "Baby, your phone rang, it said Brock's mom so I answered it in case he needed something . . . " I heard her tell him with the phone neat her mouth. "You what?" I heard him raise his voice at her. The tears fell immediately, I hung up and turned my phone off. I didn't want to speak to him. I didn't want to speak to anyone. I got out of the bath and dried off the tears never stopping. I put on some pajamas, and locked the doors. Put the wine away in the fridge not even a quarter of it gone.

I laid on the couch not wanting to be in the bed where I had shared so many nights with him running through my mind. I turned on the television with the volume on low to muffle my cries enough that Brock wouldn't wake but also so they would echo back at me taunting me on how alone I really was.