Day 6: Ten Years From Now

Ten years from now…

I woke up with her in my arms. She was lightly snoring, her face was restful. I kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love you, Sugar” in her ear. I pulled myself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.

After I brushed my teeth, I turned on the shower and some music. When the water was warm, I stepped in, closed my eyes and allowed the steam from the shower to wake me.

I was slightly caught off guard when I felt a soft kiss on my neck. Smiling, I turned around and kissed her lips. I wasn’t surprised to see her here, she always knew when I attempted to leave her in the bed alone. What I had intended to be a simple good morning kiss, turned into something more when her arms tightened around me.

Our bodies clung together, much like the water droplets covering our bodies. Our bodies fit like puzzles our peaks surrounded by valleys. It wasn’t long before she my pushed against the shower wall, the cold tile in contrast to the heat radiating from my skin.

Her hips moved slow, grinding between my spread thighs. She swallowed my moan as we continued to kiss, our tongues stroking while choreographing a dance of attack and retreat.

Seconds later, the shower shocked us into reality by dousing us with a steady stream of cold water. We jumped from the shower in a fit of giggles. When I pulled her towards me to pick up where we started, she reminded me of a conference call we had in a few minutes. She placed a quick kiss on my lips as I pouted. She promised me she would give me “the business” after we completed ours.

By the time I had pulled on a wife beater and a pair of miniscule shorts, I smelled coffee brewing. I stepped into our office, turned on our computers and checked the time. As I turned to head towards the kitchen, she came in with a tall glass of apple juice in one hand and a plate of jelly smeared toast in the other.

She picked up the phone and dialed into our conference call. She winked at me before telling the attendees good morning. For the next hour, we were on the grind. We were partners in charge of our own livelihood as we made money in an industry we both loved.

We both sighed deeply when the call was over. Our notepads where covered in doodles, notes, incomprehensible scribbles. I fought the urge to climb into her lap by turning my attention to busy work. The work only filled half of my brain as I tried to focus. I gave up after a few minutes. I opened the file containing my work in progress and started typing.

Music started floating round my ears, a melodic back drop to my thoughts. I glanced over at her, watching her hands fly over the keyboard, her wedding ring catching the light from the sun entering through the french doors. I got up from my chair, kissed her cheek and took her coffee cup for a refill.

While in the kitchen, I answered our ringing phone. It was my mother-in-law reminding us about Sunday dinner even though today was only Friday. She ended the call with her usual questions about her grandchildren. She asked about them even though she knew they were in school this time of day.

When I placed her mug in front of her, the phone rang again. She picked it up and I could tell that it was her brother-friend checking in. She left the room with her cup. She and I both knew how loud those converstions could get. I lost track of time as I got lost in my writing. Hours had passed before I stood and stretched. I followed my nose to the kitchen. My stomach grumbled its hunger.

She smiled at the loud noise as she placed a thick bacon smothered cheesebuger in front of me. She laughed as I danced in approval. She reminded me of the her brother-friend’s art show tonight. We were to meet at her place for pre-show drinks. Our meal turned into a business lunch as we started discussing upcoming projects.

With our meal finished, we declared our work day over. She told me she had found this movie she had been telling me about. We cuddled in our favorite corner of the couch as the movie played. I sat between her legs and rested my head against her shoulder. We enjoyed minutes of silence before the door burst open and two small bodies jumped on top of us.

Our boys took over as they both competed to tell us about their day. Both brown skinned with lots of curly hair that their grandmothers complained was too long. They were both completely spoiled, but in the best way possible.

One of their aunt’s arrived as we sat down to dinner. She was our babysitter for the evening. I escaped the chaos of her arrival to stand in front of my open closet, wondering what I could wear that wouldn’t make me look or feel fat. I was just a few months along and no one knew yet. It was a selfish secret. We wanted to keep this gift to ourselves before this child changed from our baby to everybody’s baby.

We were the last to arrive for the pre-party. It was a small group consisting of her friends I had inherited when I moved cross country. When we entered, we made our way around the room for hugs. I declined when someone offered me a glass of wine, catching the attention of her brother-friend. She gave us a look out of the corner of her eye and kissed my cheek. She shook my wife’s hand. I could see tears in both of their eyes. No words had been exchanged.

Without warning, I was pulled onto the living room turned dance floor. My wife twirled me causing my skirt of my dress to spin around me. She pulled me closer as we executed a smooth two step. The flash from a camera didn’t distract us from our groove.