Death Of Roses pt. II

While driving up to the Super 8 parking lot the phone beeps. A text message appears. Knowing exactly who this was, but not sure if it was something that was good or bad, I look hesitantly.

-Let's talk. Please come home.

Not sure if the mayhem will ensue on the trip home, I still pursue the room just in case there is a chance I may need it. Flirting with the clerk, trying not to look like too much of a jerk she finds a way to give me the room for just a small fee, but she says...

-When my shift is over will you please me?

With a horse voice of a shrill I plea,
-Of course I will. How much time you have left here at work?

-Be off at two, be by your room then?...

-Works for me. Just gotta run off and do something, but I'll be waiting.

What have I done? Setting up a date before I go and speak to the one will ultimately bear my children, not just this one. Wondering how could I truly love her if I so easily would be willing to set a date with someone I've only known for such a brief period. These secrets will undoubtedly get the best of me one day, but hoping not soon, for I have the true date with destiny that I flee to. Scurry off back to the house, open the door and there she is, my beauty queen, my spouse sitting on the couch resting her eyes looking better than ever.

-Hey there sleeping beauty?

-I'm...I'm sorry. I don't know why I've come to such conclusions. I just... just need to learn to trust.

-It's o.k baby. Get some sleep. We can talk about this in the morning.

Helping her to bed, hoping she can rest comfortably with no stress. I watch her fall asleep. Hoping she dreams sweet little things about me and this puts her mind at ease. Looking at the clock, watching the time go by, and it's now almost 1:00. Time for some fun, the magic has just begun. Thankfully she's a deep sleeper, and me well I'm a creep about to get into something deeper...