I could tell my wife was drunk before she even came over. I always had my eyes on her, mostly because I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Even after 20 plus years of marriage and loving her far longer, I still only had eyes for her. I had been the ladies man before I met her, but after she walked into my life, all bets were off.
I slipped my arm around her waist. “Yeah, Annabeth was just telling me about she and David breaking up. It is truly unfortunate. I thought surely you two would be it!” Not everyone could be as happy as my wife and me, I couldn’t expect them to. What Pres and I had was that once in a lifetime, shoot the stars, rope the moon, kind of love. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
“If you’ll excuse us, Annabeth,” I said, smiling at her and pulling my wife out onto the dance floor. “Enjoying yourself, my love?” I asked her, tucking her hair gently behind her ear as I swayed with her on the dance floor. I loved holding her in my arms.
Smug bitch. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She wanted my husband and she wasn’t getting him. When Jackie practically pulled us away seconds later, I couldn’t help but smile lazily in the bitch’s direction. She eyed me, huffed and walked away. My arms wrapped around his neck as the music softly swirled around us. ‘Shaina Twain’s - You’re Still The One’.
“I was enjoying myself until she,” the word was growled in annoyance, “started throwing herself on you. I mean, really, who does she think she is?” I asked, looking up at him, a small smile crossing my lips. “Doesn’t she know you’re all mine?” My heart and my soul. And everything else that was good about this life was wrapped all up in my husband and son.
