Delilah
The house was silent when I woke up the next morning, the space in bed next to to me cold and empty. Either double hadn’t come home or he was sleeping downstairs on the sofa.
Maybe he hadn’t wanted to wake me when he got home later than expected. But I knew deep down that he hadn’t come home. Even after his promise that he would only be gone a few hours.
Was this how out life was going to go? We weren’t even married yet and he was already doing everything in his power to stay away. What would it be like when the baby arrived? When we were under even more stress?
I knew I had been an emotional wreck recently but was I really that bad that he would rather work or be with the boys then be with me?
The house was empty. The sofa free of giant hot biker. There were no boots by t
