It was a quiet night. When the day started, Marcie and I woke up to the sound of my alarm. That's a normal occurrence except it was a Saturday. Normally, it doesn't do that. I looked over at Marcie's sad face and apologized. She responded by allowing me to hold her for a bit while we both fell asleep. As much as Marcie talks about feeling safe in my arms, there are an equal number of times I feel safer when I hold her. I can't pinpoint why to be honest. I theorize that it had to do with when I was mourning Missy and she was my rock. At the same time, she allowed me to be her rock after we lost Mitchell. There's a deep connection there that it hard to explain to people.
We woke up a few hours later. She turned to me and kissed me on the nose.
"Good morning, Baby!" she said in a bit more of a chipper mood.
I smiled. It was exactly what I needed after the mistake I made earlier. We spent the next half hour or so waking up gradually just holding each other. Some folks think that every Saturday was spent with intense love making. It can't be farther from the truth. One of the joys of being married to my personal goddess is that she is the best snuggle bunny in the world. Yeah, I know I have a limited range to work with because there was only her and Missy. But that's my truth and I'm sticking by it.
As we moved towards the bathroom, I noticed that she was looking at me more. Not like in a stalker way, but more like in admiration. I was enjoying the attention until she showed me in the mirror. There I saw it. There was a stray hair showing. And it wasn't my normal black color. She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.
"Where has that been hiding?" she asked.
I looked at her.
"I have no idea."
"I could pull it out if you feel bad about it."
I smiled.
"I think I earned it."
She smiled when I said that.
"Well, if you change your mind, I got you."
That was the last word before we stepped into the shower and started to wash each other off. As her hands were in my hair, I was thinking about it. It was never a concern of mine before. It's not that I didn't take pride in my appearance. To be honest, I've been doing better since Marcie and I have been an item. She's definitely been my style guru and kept me from making bad choices about what to wear. She's also been helping me with products and such, something I had never heard another guy say ever. Luckily, I kept this information from Matt since I know he would have ribbed me over it.
As we stepped out the shower, we started looking for stuff to lounge around in. I put on a pair of sweatpants to go with one of my black T-shirts. She put on one of her T-shirts and a pair of lounge pants. We stepped into the kitchen and started putting together some breakfast hash. That was when we cut up some potatoes and fried them in a pan with some chopped bacon. We also worked on coffee because that's required. We then sat at the table and started to chat a bit while we ate.
That day's agenda was strictly some minor housework. I started to work on dusting while she started laundry. At a certain point, she had me help strip the bed to put it in the laundry. It was as we were doing this that there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Wes standing there wearing a black T-shirt. I always bought them when they were on sale, thus why they were in plastic when Aubrey brought them over. Luckily, Wes seemed to figure out a way to shrink it.
"Hey, Leo. So did you mention something about someone doing the yard?"
I thought for a second and remembered who I called before. I grabbed my cell and called the service to see how backed up they were. Sadly, they were understaffed, so there was a two-week wait. I looked at Wes before I thought of an answer.
"Maybe we should get our own lawnmower."
Marcie looked at me from the dining area.
"Leo, Mitchell's is in the shed in back."
I looked at her.
"How long has it been back there?"
She gave me a snarky smile.
"Maybe I just let you call those yard guys of yours. So, I didn't mention it."
