"Wow, honey. You look nice. What's the occasion?" my husband tossed over his shoulder as he came in the house that evening. He stopped short. "Did I forget something?" he asked nervously.
"Thank you. No, I had a coffee date with Ashley this afternoon, I changed when I left work." I lied, feeling the heat in my face again as I remembered my afternoon with Henry. "How was work?"
"Ugh, they have me doing John's route again, and I was..." he ranted as he walked into his bedroom, and I only caught half of it as he changed. "...And I told him I wasn't going to cover for his ass anymore. What's for dinner?"
I shook my head to clear my mind as I dipped my tea bag into the cup. "I don't know, I was pretty busy today, I didn't have time to make anything. Oh, and practice was cancelled tonight."
"I didn't know there was practice. So, leftovers?" he groaned. "There's nothing good in the fridge." he opened it to emphasize his point.
I glanced into it, even though I already knew it's contents. "Babe. There is half a homemade chicken pot pie, a rack of ribs, and a half a casserole of baked ziti in there. I've cooked something big every night for the past two weeks, I'm kind of burnt out." I said, gritting my teeth to keep from snapping that he should make dinner for once in his life, and that "nothing good" was everything I had made.
"Ugh." he complained. "I'll run into town and grab a pizza. Kids! You want pizza?" he called.
Before I could respond there was a resounding, "PIZZAAA!" from the living room. I sighed heavily.
"The leftovers need to be eaten, Jake." I said, sipping my scalding tea and burning my mouth a little.
"That's why we have chickens and dogs." he said, pulling his keys back out of his pocket. "I'll be back in an hour." he pecked me on the cheek, the stale smell of old food and sweat in his beard almost making me gag before he headed back out the door.
I leaned on the counter and placed my head in my hands. He constantly undermines me, and tries to get the kids as unhealthy as he was. It wasn't worth the fight anymore. I just cooked constantly to keep our meals as healthy and homemade as I could.
*DING*
"Sorry to bother you, I just can't stop thinking about you. Today was wonderful."
I answered back quickly, my mood instantly improved when I saw his name on the screen.
"It was, thank you for everything. I miss you terribly."
I put the phone down and picked up my tea. I did miss him. I wanted to spend the whole day with him.
"I'm grilling pork chops out here, if you can join me."
My heart thudded and my face split into a grin. The kettle was still hot, so I poured a second cup of tea and went to the back door.
"Harvey, are you guys okay?" I called my son, who was 10 and pretty responsible as far as ten year olds go. He usually looked after his sister Loreley, who at 5 was still prone to getting into things she shouldn't when my back was turned.
"Yeah, mom. We're playing Mario Kart." he answered from the next room.
"I'm winning!!" Loreley yelled after him in a squeal.
"No you're not, you're in fourth place." he said grumpily.
"Well, I WAS winning, you just didn't see it." she said. I could almost hear her sticking her tongue out at him.
"I'm going to be in the back yard, come out and get me if you need anything, okay?" I called over the two of them squabbling.
"Okay, mom!" they both answered, and I heard the volume go up on their game.
I smiled, then left through the back door. I could see Henry on his patio, smoke rising from his grill. The evening was beautiful and it had begun to cool off, so it was the perfect time for a tea date. I admired him as I walked through the gate, he really was just so handsome. The muscles in his biceps bulged as he scraped the grill grate, his brow furrowed in concentration. God, he was gorgeous.
"Hey, you. I brought you some Ole Faithful." I said cheerily, setting the cup down on the side of the grill.
He looked up at him in surprise, then at the tea. "I was just wanting some Earl Grey. You startled me, I didn't hear your door." he picked up the cup and blew on it, staring straight into my eyes, and that connection snapped into place again. My cheeks grew hot. "I saw Jake was home, so I didn't know if..."
"He didn't want leftovers, so he just ran out for pizza." I answered, my tone a little clipped. He nodded in understanding.
"I'm the only one that will eat leftovers here, too. I don't like good food to go to waste." He took the tray next to the grill, and had four pork chops on it, heavily seasoned, and drizzled with a sauce I'd guess was his Thai specialty.
"I have to cook these tonight, or they'll go bad." he tossed the first one one, the smell of the spices and meat making my stomach growl. He glanced back up to me. "Would you... Since he went out for pizza, would you and the kids want to join me? If that's not too much... It's a beautiful evening, and-"
"That would be lovely. I don't like them eating the junk that he does. Hang on." I pulled out my phone and texted my husband.
"Just get a pizza for yourself, Henry invited us over for pork chops." I hit send, and immediately got a "K" back. Jake doesn't like pork chops on a good day, so I wasn't surprised.
"We're all set, I'd love to bring them over here for dinner. Thank you." I said softly, and placed a hand gently on his forearm. He reached over and stroked the back of it, his eyes softening as he looked at me.
"I'd happily cook for you anytime." he said, leaning towards me, and brushing a stray curl from my face. I leaned into his touch, craving it. Then I remembered the kids in the sitting room, and pulled back slightly.
"Thank you." I said again, but I could see the slight hurt in his eyes. "It's just.. The kids. I don't want to confuse them..." I said quickly, and he nodded.
"Of course, I understand." he straightened, and a smile came back onto his face. "You took my breath away again, coming over here looking like that. You're stunning." he said, smoothing over the awkward silence.