My Reward; His Punishment

THE HEARTHROB

I just hope I'm not flushing because I can already feel the warmth over my cheeks. Oh god, he makes me blush like hell. I wasn't expecting him at all today.

All the anger inside me evaporates somewhere in the air and I set my hair quickly. I rush to the backdoor, almost stumbling through the corridor, with a spatula in my hand and see him putting off his shoes, leaning against the wall, in his black shirt and denim jeans.

Black suits him so much. Sometimes, I don't act like his wife, and act more like a high school girlie, drooling over a hot, rich guy.

"Hey!" He greets me with his contagious smile.

His wet clothes are covered with dirt at some places, including on his leather shoes. His damp hair appears messy as he might have recently brushed them with his fingers and a smell of metal is growing in the atmosphere.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked him.

"Yes." He nods.

I try not to stare at him for longer because he may catch me. All this time of eyeing him, I forget that there's someone else along with him, putting off his wet shoes too. I smile back at that man before looking back at him again.

"How did you get in?" I ask him, to grab his attention. He looks up at once and his dark brown eyes meet mine.

"From that door." He tilts his head to his left, moving fingers through his sexy, wet hair.

"You mean that hush-hush window," I say, earning a small, cute chuckle from him. I grin and stroll back to the kitchen.

He's got a sort of secret window abyss thingy in the backyard area, I don't know how he made it. I guess, through an underground duct or something, the reason for the multiplying metallic smell around the house.

It helps him to enter the house whenever he wants, without any outsider knowing. I don't exactly know, I've never used it but he often uses it. His inventions are quite weird to me at times.

Their voices of discussion are heard when they are in the lobby and soon, fade into the direction of the basement lab.

"Is he here?" Mrs. Hall asks once I enter back into the kitchen.

"Yes, and with a guest. Please would you take some towels and warm clothes for them?" I ask her and she nods, before leaving.

Adam Foster, my husband, and a very remarkable and miraculous scientist and researcher and secret-window-maker.

He officially works for the welfare of the human race and has been quite successful in achieving and setting the highest benchmarks of national security and defenses across the countryside. He works under the Government, but confidentially.

You can call him the Tony Stark of our country.

We were married exactly a year ago. Yeah, today is our Anniversary but I guess, he doesn't remember because he wished me Morning today, instead of Anniversary.

Hardly matters though for there's nothing like the love between us two that calls for a celebration.

"I'll do it, Mrs. Hall. Thanks." I tell her as she returns and asks me to lend her helping hand in the cooking.

I have been cooking Hannah's favorite tuna sandwiches. She's been ill for the past few days and hence, upset. I just hope the trick works and I could see that beautiful smile on her beautiful face again.

"Okay, Mrs. Foster. You are of great help." She nods, and smiles revealing her wrinkled cheeks and huge eye bags.

"I think you should go back to Bradfield, Mrs. Hall. This is the age to just sit back and watch your grandkids growing up." I suggest her, chopping the vegetables. I find her quite lively against her old age of 61 years.

"You talk like Anne, a lot. She used to tell me the same all the time." She says and my hands freeze at once.

Anne.

It's not like that I hate Anne, she was my cousin, but I am sad that I've not replaced her in their memories, even after a year. Her picture, the one Hannah drew today, frazzled me but I ignored it too. However, I am sad that nobody wanted to leave her but she did, and now, nobody wants to accept me. 

Yes, Adam had a loving and beautiful wife before me, who died of Leukaemia, two years ago, and she used to happen to be my far-off cousin sister. He loves her a lot, even after her death. She was an amazing wife and an even amazing mother.

She left him with some unfilled spaces in his memories, that have made him livid, enraged, and uninterested towards life and he doesn't bother to give his life a second chance.

My Dad wanted me to marry Adam because of Hannah. I was never his choice, nor could be. I have accepted the truth and don't have complaints either because I had my secret reasons, that even Dad doesn't know.

But I like my husband and I like his kind soul even more than his killer looks. He is a wonderful father and is always geared up for his country and its people, without even taking the credit for it. I think I should try to get his attention and maybe he will confess something to me. 

Yes, this is what I want.