Rebecca was proud to be by Andreas' side, supporting him and being there for him. She was wearing a simple but elegant black dress, her hair in loose curls framing her face. Andreas had complimented her earlier, telling her how stunning she looked and she couldn't help but feel a little giddy at his words. As they mingled with the guests, Rebecca found herself getting more and more comfortable. She chatted with the other wives, exchanging stories about their lives in the town and sharing recipes. Andreas was always nearby, making sure to introduce her to everyone and keeping a protective arm around her. John Clark made another appearance, his eyes immediately locked onto her. Rebecca felt her stomach turn, but she tried to hide it behind a smile. She knew she couldn't avoid him forever, but she didn't want to be alone with him. Andreas seemed to sense her discomfort, and he made sure to keep John at bay, striking up a conversation with him about business. Rebecca was grateful for h
I no longer fear the night, not while he sleeps right next to me. The bad dreams do return but not as frequent as before. He sleeps soundly on his back, an arm lays on his stomach while the other almost brushes my face. At least is close enough, if moved a few inches forward his fingertips would brush my lips. He twitches and moves with the sounds of thunder in the distance. The one that woke me was pretty close. Long minutes after I lay awake, watching the flashes of light as the thunderstorm. Raising to her elbows she reached forward to push a his hair back from his forehead, making him stir but not wake up. As another thunder sounded she almost jumped to snuggle closer to him but as always she was stopping herself from touching him. He was the one who’d initiate and the light touches were sorely for show and innocent, nothing like the images burned in her brain. The kisses. The lessons. Still too vivid. The fee times she dare to touch that part of her that ached resembled noth
He woke up alone, the shape of her head still on her pillow. She woke up before him, coffee and breakfast Waited for on the kitchen island. sat with a book on her lap oblivious of his presence. For once her shadow, buddy didn't alert her of his presence, the dog had warmed towards him. He liked what he saw, her wrapped in a blanket with her hair up and her face relaxed. As he watched her from across the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming affection. Her every move was like poetry in motion, and he found himself entranced by her every gesture. The way her hair fell in delicate strands around her face, the soft curve of her lips as she read her book, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He had never felt such a deep connection with anyone before, and as he gazed at her, he knew that he would do anything to make her happy. She was his everything, the missing piece of his heart that he had been searching for all these years. As she looked up from h
Looking at the time serve no purpose, he would surely be gone for a long time. The last time it happened he stayed away for days. She could move better now, and it wasn't like before. She could take care for herself. With a smile on her sat by the window, buddy on her feet. They enjoyed their solitude. As she read out loud, her heart filled with warmth and joy, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for the small moments of solitude that she shared with her furry companion. Looking out the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass, and tried to push aside the nagging worry that tugged at the corners of her mind. Andreas had been gone for a while now, and even though she was more independent than ever before, she still missed him terribly. But she refused to let her worries consume her. Instead, she focused on the good moments, like the feeling of Buddy's warm body against her feet, and the sound of her own voice as she read out loud. She smiled, feeling a surge of gratit
Andreas stood frozen, staring at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was seeing - his wife, Rebecca, in bed with her dog, Buddy. For a moment a smile formed on his sleep until he took notice on her. He slowly approached the bed, his eyes still fixed on his sleeping wife. As he drew closer, he saw the tears staining her cheeks and the way her hands clutched at his pillow. He realized then that she had been crying, and the thought only made him feel even more helpless. He stood by the bed for a few minutes, trying to piece together what had happened in his absence. He knew that she had been struggling with the isolation and loneliness of being alone while he was out, but he never expected to find her like this. Andreas felt a pang of guilt as he watched his wife sleep. He knew he had been gone longer than he had intended, but he couldn't have predicted what had happened. He had been worried sick about her the entire time he was away, but seeing her lik
Rebecca knew it was a risky move, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to see Lacey. They had been best friends since childhood, but a year and a half ago they had a falling out and hadn't spoken since. She took a deep breath and got into her car, Andreas agreed to drive her down the familiar streets to Lacey's house. As they parked in front of the house, she couldn't help but feel nervous. What if Lacey didn't want to see her? What if their friendship was really over? Rebecca felt a knot form in her stomach as Andreas pulled up in front of Lacey's house. She hadn't seen or spoken to her former best friend in a year and a half, well later when she came to see her at her parents house. She didn't know what to expect, and her anxiety was at an all-time high. Andreas reached over and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's going to be okay," he said softly. "You guys will work it out." She nodded, taking a deep breath before getting out of the car. Lacey's
Andreas couldn't help but feel nostalgic as he walked into the same restaurant where he had taken Rebecca on their first date. The memories of that night flooded his mind as they were ushered to their table. He could see the same twinkle in her eyes, the same innocence that had captured his heart all those years ago. As they sat down, Andreas teased Rebecca about the wine incident. "Remember the last time we were here and I made you try that wine? You hated it, didn't you?" he chuckled, remembering how she had tried to hide her distaste for the drink. Rebecca smiled, "Yes, I remember. But it wasn't the wine, it was just my inexperience with it." Andreas laughed, "Well, I'll make sure to order something more to your liking this time." He took charge of the menu and ordered steak for both of them. He knew it was her favorite and he wanted to make this dinner special for her. As they waited for their food, they chatted about their day and caught up on the latest news. But as the nig
Lacey took a sip of her Long Island Ice Tea and sighed contentedly. "This is exactly what I needed," she said, glancing around the patio. "Good food, good drinks, and good company. It feels like old times." Rebecca smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She had missed Lacey so much, and it was good to have her back in her life. "I'm glad you came," she said, taking a bite of the grilled chicken. "Jackie outdid herself with this meal." Jackie, who was sitting across from her, beamed with pride. "Thank you, Rebecca. It's always a pleasure cooking for you and your friends." Carla, who was sitting next to Jackie, nodded in agreement. "I don't think I've ever had a better meal in my life," she said, taking a bite of the cheesy potatoes. "You're a miracle worker, Jackie." They all laughed, enjoying the moment. Buddy, her fierce doberman, was running around them, wagging her little tail happily. It was as if even the dog knew that something special was happening. As they ate