Forty-five

As soon as I see their SUV drive away is like a ton of weight lifts off my shoulders. Staying alert all throughout the day is exhausting. Ending up the day with a headache has become the norm in the last few days.

“Little bird.”

“Umm?” Letting the curtains fall back in place I turn towards my husband.

“Come here.”

in a few steps, I find myself standing in the space between his open legs. His hands soon enough find my hips, shifting so that our bodies are touching. it’s become a habit of mine to touch his face, and his hair, running my fingers through it gives me a lot of pleasure.

“Are you happy?” I suddenly ask him.

“What?”

“You just closed a deal with a big company.” I point out. “I’m so proud of you.”

He freezes for a second, and his hand that had been moving on my legs stops moving while he looks at me with a surprised expression. Since we have been acting lovingly and caring in front of his now business partner the touching between us has become something normal, someth