Free Read Monday! This story is set about a year and a half after Steve and Joey get married. Enjoy!
Part 15
Steve
My
life is perfect. There’s no other way to describe it, I think as I drive home
from work one night. Joey has been married to me for the last year and a half
and it’s been the best time of my life. I don’t know where I would be without
him.
Things
in my career were going well too. I finally finished my residency and was now
working in a joint practice with three other doctors, working as a general
practitioner. It’s perfect. I only had to work five days a week for about forty
hours and then I could come home and spend the rest of the time with Joey.
I
pull into the driveway and cut the engine, smiling all the way. Maybe it is
just a good day of work or maybe it’s just a general love of love, but I feel
great heading into the house. Dropping my stuff by the door, I head into the
kitchen where Joey is cooking something. I’m not sure what it is, but it smells
fantastic. My smile only gets wider as I think about how lucky I am to have a
husband that cooks.
“Hey,
babe,” I say as I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around him. I gently kiss
him on the neck before staring at the food he’s chopping up on the counter.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Pork
chops,” Joey says tensely before going back to cutting up some lettuce for a
salad.
The
second the words left his mouth I know something is wrong. Normally, Joey is
relaxed and smiling, but not now. He looks really upset.
“Joey?
What’s wrong?”
But
Joey just shakes his head and moves away from me. I don’t know what to do. Joey
is usually so open and now he’s completely shutting me out. Deciding to give
him a little bit of time, I don’t say anything as I start getting ready for
dinner.
The
rest of the night passes as one uncomfortable blur. Something has clearly
gotten to Joey, but he isn’t saying what. But the signs are all there. He
shrugs me off every time I give him a gentle touch, refuses to talk about even
the simplest of topics and keeps staring off into space like he’s thinking
about something.
This
new Joey is freaking me out a little bit. I’ve never seen him like this before
and I don’t know what to do. I guess I just have to wait until he figures this
out. Or at least starts talking to me again.
Finally,
it gets late enough for us both to go to bed. Joey is like a zombie as he
brushes his teeth and finishes the rest of his bedtime rituals. When we finally
crawl into bed together, I try to take him in my arms like I do every night.
After all, we sleep wrapped up together every night.
At
first, Joey resists me, sliding back to the edge of the bed. I’m devastated
that my husband would avoid me like that. But eventually, he slides back over
and I’m able to wrap him in my arms.
“What’s
wrong,” I ask again, desperate for an answer. “And don’t tell me nothing.”
Silence.
I’m
about to beg him again, when I hear a soft whisper. “I’m scared.”
“Of
what?”
“What
you’ll say.”
“What
do you mean,” I ask, genuinely confused.
“I
want to tell you. But if you say no, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“Hey,”
I whisper back, before placing a soft kiss on the top of his head. “Have I ever
told you no before?”
“No.”
“So
tell me what’s going on?”
Joey
looks up at me, fear clear in his eyes.
“I
want a baby.”
And
there’s Chapter 15. I know, I know. I left you guys with a cliffhanger, but I
have to every once in a while. Don’t worry though. Next chapter will be up next
week. See you then!
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