The rest of the week passed rather eventfully from Marie as she tried to stay on top of the many details that flooded her left, right, and center. Somehow, James had gotten her not to cancel the party even though he hadn't been able to stop Steven from traveling. According to James, he would do everything in his power to make sure that both he and Steven made it to the party in time. He has also gotten James to abandon flying commercially and use his private jet. Marie wasn't positive that this would work but there was nothing she could do. Zed on the other hand had spent a few days in the hospital and was due to resume work today, Friday, for which she was glad. Sandra had been hounding her for days to get ready for a skin care routine to “open up and then tighten her pores” or something like that. Steven had also complained about how distracted she was several times this week already. Right now, she was surviving on coffee, adrenaline and greasy food.“Marie, have you sent me the n
At midnight, Steven King texted Marie to say he was alright and was on his way home. He said he would explain everything once he got home in an hour. Relieved, she thanked Alden and headed home. She headed to her room, changed out of her work clothes into night ones and climbed into bed.She didn't realize she had drifted into sleep until someone's arms wrapped her firmly in their grasp.“Hey Baby.” He mumbled, kissing her neck, before burying his face in her hair.“You have a lot of explaining to do.” She said, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He held her firmly in place while still mumbling into her hair.“I know, Love. I’m sorry. I didn't want you to discourage me from doing what I wanted to do or to insist on tagging along.”“You didn't think about how worried I would have been? I nearly went out of my mind with worry.”“I'm sorry.”“Well, I don't care. She said sharply, hoping her voice conveyed how hurt she felt. She couldn't imagine that he had disregarded her feelings so eas
“Is this safe?” Steven asked as Marie placed a black mask over his face.“Shhhhhh. Stop talking. What are you so scared of?” Marie asked, amused by his constant questions about facial care routine.“This is supposed to be relaxing, you know?”“Are you punishing me for yesterday? Because I'd like to say a few words in my defense.”“Oh hush.” She said, as she laid beside him.“So how long do we wait?” He asked“I have no idea.”“Okay, what's next?” He asked in a way that made Marie aware of the fact that he hoped this was all.“Next, we pummel our faces with burning stones to kill dead cells.”“Burning stones? Why does this sound more like an initiation rite or an interrogation technique?”Marie bursted out laughing.“I'm kidding. We wash this stuff off and I give you a lovely head massage.”“Ah. After the pain, comes the pleasure.”“What pain? Do you know how many people would kill for my facial treatment? Maybe I'd better take my loving hands to some other guy who would appreciate it.
A very tear-stained and sad face looked up at him, seizing his ability to feel anything else but compassion. Rick, who had always looked so confident and unbothered, looked up at him with snot in his nose and fresh tears in his eyes. Steven bent to the boy’s eye level and wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug, which was the very thing that sent Rick over the edge as nerve-wracking sobs tore through his body. Steven said nothing but just held the child as he wept, letting him get whatever sadness he was feeling out of his system. Scolding, if at all necessary, could come later. After twenty minutes of crying, Rick leaned away from him and said,“Thank you, Uncle Steven.”“Don't worry about it. Can you stand now?” Steven askedRick nodded and Steven helped him up to his feet. Rick, who was usually bold, was looking everywhere but at him. Perhaps, his head had cleared a little and now he was beginning to realize that he was going to be in a lot of trouble. Steven took out his cell and texte
It was finally birthday week and Marie found herself surviving on water, insane amounts of coffee and greasy food. Even Steven had noticed something was up with the way she kept thrashing around in bed. The reason for her nervousness was simple: this party had to be the most perfect thing she had ever planned, and she had been talking to Dr. Carol more about being intimate with Steven and was determined for it to happen on his birthday. She still had real, ugly scars that surfaced at the top of her mind at times but she felt so much more confident in her decision. She had decided to stop thinking about how it would complicate their relationship and marriage, and just decided to see how things went.“Earth to Marie.” Steven said, looking at her with something akin to worry.“Yes?” She said, slightly embarrassed that he had caught her lost in thoughts again. This was happening too frequently for her comfort.“What were you daydreaming about this time?” He asked“Nothing. You needed me t
“What is that?” She asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes open.“What is what?” Sandra asked, placing the box into a cabinet and shoving it shut.“The box you were carrying?” Marie said“Oh. That's just some of Zed’s stuff. Don't worry about it.”“Oh, I see. Anyway, I feel so nervous, I think I may get sick.”“Nonsense, and not on my watch. Today is your day and I'm going to make it special.”“I don't know about it being my day, Sandra. Hehehe. It's Steven’s day.”“No difference. Isn't that the point of marriage?”They both dissolved into peals of laughter as Sandra ushered her into the room to get ready.“Sandra, I can't start getting ready now. It's 10 in the morning. The party begins at 6PM.”“Oh, you oblivious girl. Fine, but we start prepping by 2 PM and I will tolerate no objections.”“Okay, Cap.” Marie said, holding back a laugh. She headed to the kitchen to fix herself some eggs for breakfast. According to Sandra, anything else would make her feel bloated. Hopefully, she didn't keel
Right when he thought he couldn't be any more fatigued, Steven found himself being harassed by James to get into his car and make a quick stop at Alden Kings Inc. to pick up Marie’s anxiety medication.“What do you mean my wife is on anxiety meds?”“Well, do you want to read her text?”“Can't I just have some ordered for her? I’m tired and would like to just go home.”“Steven, come on. I’ll drive. We'll dash in and out before you even know what's going on.”“Fine.” Steven said, getting to the car but extremely irritated at James, and by extension everyone else on the road. James, though, seemed to be driven by a severe restlessness of his and was driving like someone with a death wish.“James, slow down, will you? I have no desire to die today.”“Oh, quit whining, City Boy.” James snarled.How come she hadn't told him she was on anxiety medicine? Or had Dr. Carol just put her on medication? He had no idea his beloved Marie was battling such a severe case of anxiety and it killed him t
“Hey birthday boy, a dance?” Sandra asked, as she held out her hands to him. On any other day, he would have been reluctant to indulge her but was in such an agreeable mood that he found himself smiling and leading her to the dance floor.“I hear I’m in your debt?” Steven whispered“Oh yes, you are. But I did good, didn't I?”“You excelled. And I think I owe you a gift.”“Oooh, I love gifts.”Steven smiled and said nothing else. After a couple of minutes, Sandra said“Marie loves you so much, Steven. The things she had to go through and do to have this party? I’ve never seen her so stretched before. She simply refused to give up.”“That's my wife. I live in total awe of her, I doubt I'll ever deserve her.”“Maybe we both never will,” Sandra said as she looked at Marie with a smile on her face.After dancing with Sandra, Steven went over to his grandfather who was chatting with another old timer at the firm, Dean Fallon.“Hello, permit me to intrude to say a quick hello.”“Oh, that's p