I awaken the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a pang of guilt, I look at the space next to me in the bed which is empty. I sigh with relief, relief that is short lived as I turn my head towards the door. Scott is standing in the doorway wearing those pj bottoms and no shirt, holding two mugs of coffee.
"Good morning!" He says brightly as he walks toward me and hands me one of the mugs of coffee. I start to panic, heavy breathing. "Calm down. The kids are still asleep and I've cleaned up the kitchen, there's no evidence of last night." I let out the breath I didn't realise I'd been holding.
I take a sip of my coffee, it's perfect as usual. He often makes me coffee and it's always made to my taste, his wife frowns upon it but he still does it anyway. I take another sip before putting down my coffee and getting out of bed, I realise very quickly that I'm naked and pull the covers over me.
"There's no need for modesty Sam, I explored every inch of you last night." Scott says, I blush and jump out of bed heading to the bathroom. He slaps me on the butt as I pass, making me yelp. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I take a deep breath, inhaling this scent which is part Hugo Boss but mostly just his natural sexiness. "Any regrets?" He asks.
"Honestly...? At this moment, in your arms, no. But the guilt is going to eat me up inside." I confess. He hugs me tighter and kisses me on the top of my head. "You?"
"I don't regret a single moment" I look up and him sceptically. "I mean it!" He insists. "There wasn't a second where I wasn't all in. I've wanted it for so long, it's what we both wanted." I nod in agreement. "Sam..." He takes a breath. "Now it happened, I don't want to lose what we have... but I want to do that again and again."
"What?!" I exclaim.
"There's no way I'm letting you get away now, I want to do it all the time."
"We can't!" I pull away and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I fall back against it, closing my eyes and cursing myself for what I've done. I've become a home wrecker! I walk to the shower and turn on the water, stepping into it and dropping to the floor. I pull my legs up to my chest and let the tears out, they're tears of anger at myself for being so weak.
Scott manages to get the door open and steps into the shower, pulling me to my feet and into his arms. I sob against his chest, he doesn't speak, he just lets me cry.
Once I'm all cried out I have my shower, Scott washes my hair for me. A very sensual and romantic act, the need for another round building inside me but I refuse to give in to my animalistic wants because I have to prepare breakfast for the kids. I wonder how I'm going to face them, after everything that happened between their father and me. I push the guilt aside and step out of the shower to get dressed, Scott finishing in the shower by himself.
I decide on skinny fit jeans and a long t shirt, nothing fancy, I don't want anyone to get the impression that I'm trying to entice Scott in any way. I head into the kitchen to start on breakfast. I also don't want the kids to think something is up so I don't make anything that is different than what I usually make.
The kids have healthy breakfasts during the week, usually fresh fruit or oatmeal depending on the time of year. At the weekends they get less healthy and more fancy breakfasts, the bigger of which is usually on Sunday. So today I'm making pancakes with fresh fruit and syrup, nothing too special.
After cutting up all the fruit and preparing the pancake batter I head upstairs to wake the kids up. Alex is already awake, playing with his cars around his bedroom floor. I get his clothes ready and he starts getting dressed. I leave his room and head to Amelia's room, she, as usual is still asleep and harder to get up. Her clothes are already laid out so I leave her to get dressed and make my way back down to the kitchen.
Alex is already there, sitting at the table waiting for his breakfast. I smile as I head over to the stove to begin making the pancakes.
"Papa is home..." Alex says out of nowhere. I stop and begin to panic. "He's not in the bedroom though, I checked when I saw his car in the driveway" I begin shaking with panic.
"No bud" Scott says as he enters the kitchen. "I got home pretty late last night and I slept in my study so I didn't wake anyone" he continues.
"Papa!!" Alex cries and jumps off the chair and runs toward his father, who scoops him up into a bear hug. "We missed you all week! Didn't we Sam?" Alex looks at me, waiting for my answer.
"Yes sweetie we missed Papa" I walk over to them. "Now Alex, please sit at the table. Your breakfast is almost ready and your father has had a long week, I'm sure he needs time to get back to himself." Alex nods and jumps down out of Scott's arms and sits back at the table.
At that moment Amelia walks into the kitchen. "Daddy!" She cries and runs to him, jumping into his arms.
"There's my sugar plum." Scott says as he hugs her.
"I missed you so much daddy!" She says and snuggles into him. I smile at the sight, wishing I had that kind of relationship with my father but I didn't.
My father wasn't anything like Scott, my father was hard and stern and had many rules. If you didn't follow the rules, you would be punished. I remember one time when I was seven and I got whipped with a bamboo cane because I ate a piece of candy before dinner. Or another time where my mother hadn't finished preparing dinner on time and he took it out on my sister.
My father wasn't affectionate in the slightest, towards me and my sister or my mother. That's why it breaks my heart to see Mrs Williams act the same way with her children and husband.
I finish preparing breakfast and place the plates in front of the kids, who immediately begin devouring it. I place Scott's plate in front of him and he smiles at me, I return his smile and sit down to eat mine. Amelia looks at us, one at a time and furrows her eyebrows. I pretend not to notice and begin eating my food. I've just finished the second bite when the telephone rings, Scott puts his fork down but I jump up and grab the phone before he has left his seat.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam, it's Mrs Randolph, Maria's mother." The voice on the other end says.
"Oh, good morning Mrs Randolph. What can I do for you?" I reply. Amelia's head shoots up and her face changes, she looks upset.
"I was just letting you know that plans have changed. The party has been moved up to twelve noon, Maria wants to go see a movie afterwards so we've moved the party up." The voice says.
"That's not a problem Mrs Randolph, Alex has a play date that starts at eleven so I can drop Amelia off afterwards. Is it okay if I drop her to you? That way she doesn't have to carry her bag around all day."
