Rebecca rolled over in her bed, gently waking from a deep sleep; it was Saturday morning, and way too early for her to be waking up like this. She lifted her head from the pillow, her long red hair cascading down around her face as she did so. Eyes darted over to the clock, taking in the time: 7:15. Definitely way too early to be awake. The young woman of 23 groaned and flopped back down, face first onto her pillow. She always hated it when she woke this early; usually, it meant no getting back to sleep, and an extremely long, tiring day ahead of her. Slowly, Rebecca became aware of a sound... a constant thump thump thump from outside. In her sleep-hazed state, she tried to piece together what could be making such a racket at such an early hour; it was no good, as she was halfway between the real world and the dream world. Groaning, Rebecca rolled onto her back and reached over toward her husband, Ty. Or, at least she would have reached over to him if he had been there. That certainly snapped her from her groggy state. Rebecca sat upright in bed, looking to her left; the sheets were thrown back, and Ty was nowhere to be seen. Odd, as he usually slept in later than she did.
The young woman pushed back her side of the covers and sat up in bed; her feet slipped into her slippers as she stood up, rubbing her bleary eyes and yawning. She took a few steps toward the bathroom, pushing open the door and calling out. "Ty? Are you in here babe?" The only answer was the drip of the faucet, water striking against water. No husband in there. She shuffled out of the bedroom, the thumping still coming from outside, grating on her weary nerves. It sounded like hammering. At this hour? Way too early for a Saturday. Rebecca peeked into the kitchen, thinking that he had, perhaps, started on breakfast. No such luck there, either. Nor the living room, nor the garage. A tingle of worry nagged at the back of her mind, worst-case scenarios plaguing her mind's eye as she walked around the house in search of her husband. Still dressed in her pajamas, pink sleep pants and a baby blue tank top, Rebecca opened the front door, wondering if he were, perhaps, outside.
There was no sign of him in the front yard, but the obnoxious sound of the hammering sure was louder now that she was out in the neighborhood. That, coupled with her AWOL husband, Rebecca's nerves began to fray. With a huff, she closed the front door and walked out to the sidewalk, toward the source of the sound -- the house across the street from hers. She lived in a generally quiet neighborhood, with no through streets, so traffic was never an issue; it was always neighbors only that drove through that part of the neighborhood. As she neared the house, she saw somebody kneeling on the roof, replacing shingles from the look of it. It was a man, already sweaty from the work in the quickly warming morning. But as Rebecca grew closer, she saw that the form was very, very familiar; her eyes traced the shape of his muscly arms, unshaven jaw line, and sweaty black hair. Her husband, Ty.
"TY! What are you doing?!" She called up at him, her temper somewhere between shocked and outraged that her husband had gotten out of bed so early to work on somebody else's house without even telling her. Even though she yelled up to him, there was no response. He wasn't hammering often enough, or loud enough, that he couldn't have heard her completely. "Ty! TY!" She continued; even when he wasn't hammering, he didn't respond. Unbelievable! He was ignoring her?! "Ty, answer me! Don't ignore me!" Her temper was rising. Rebecca was so focused on staring up to the roof of the house that she didn't notice the front door open, or the thin, pale brunette that stepped out of it. The woman was beautiful, though she had such a fair complexion it seemed she never got in the sun; her figure was thin, with very subtle curves. Even through the thin t-shirt she wore, it was obvious that her breasts were small, but exceptionally perky. The woman leaned against the door frame, watching in seeming amusement as Rebecca yelled up to the roof.
"He can't hear you, darling." The woman's voice cut through the noise easily enough, catching Rebecca with enough surprise to make her jump. The young housewife spun to face the woman standing in the doorway, hair arcing out around her in a red blur; her eyes were, momentarily, wide.
"What do you mean he can't hear me? It's not that loud up there." Rebecca replied, testily.
"I mean he can't hear you. Simply enough. I needed some work done on my roof. You must be his little wife, yes? He mentioned you." The woman replied, smirking. "I'll send him back your way when I'm done with him. I promise he won't be too tired."
The words caught Rebecca by surprise, who was left to stand there and gape at what she'd just been told. "You're not going to send him anywhere. He's my husband, lady! He's going to come with me whether or not you want him to. Ty! Ty, come down here!" Rebecca replied before looking back up to the roof, cupping her hands around her mouth so that her husband would have a better chance of hearing her. The dark haired woman standing in the doorway just shook her head and sighed.
"Why don't you just go home and wait like a good girl?" The woman said, wearily. "All you are doing is making a scene."
"Oh, this isn't a scene. I can show you a scene, if you want." Rebecca replied, hotly.
The pale woman smirked in response. "I'm sure you can."
