Chapter 16:A date and a phone to the face

You woke up the next morning feeling like you were in that 'here comes the sun' song by the Beetles. With your beautiful wife snuggled up beside you, you almost didn't care that your arm was completely paralyzed from supporting the weight of her pretty little head all night.

You looked down at her, staring at her sleeping form for a good ten minutes before gathering the courage to kiss her forehead.

She flattered her eyes open and slowly lifted her gaze towards your face, a small smile tugging her lips. You were in absolute bliss, it had been so long since she lay so close to you, later on wake up in your arms! You had to stop yourself from giving yourself a pinch, just to make sure you were actually awake and not passed out at your office desk.

'Mornin' she mumbled in a groggy voice, it was deranged how she made streaks and morning breath seem so sexy.

'Good morning' you replied, your eyes fixated on her droopy eyes.

'Why are you up so early? It's Saturday.'

You shifted to your side and pushed a strand of her hair off her face. 'I was hoping maybe we could, I don't know, go out today? Maybe grab some breakfast… then see how the day goes?' You kissed her bare shoulder and smiled, 'just like we used to back in the day.'

'That sounds great but… I told Norman tha..'

The three hundred and sixty your facial expression made, prompted her to cut her statement short. Before, her mentioning Norman around you earned no reaction at all, in fact, you cared so little about the guy that you could never remember his name, you always referred to him as 'that coworker of yours with the funny nose', that's how insignificant Norman was. But now, for some reason his name stirred something up within you, a feeling that could only be subsided by the feeling of Norman's face crushing into your bare knuckles.

'Umm, you know what,' your wife muttered and cleared her throat, 'I think Nor.. umm my coworker is very capable of working on our presentation on his own, I'll let him know that I'm spending the day with my husband and kids, I'll send him my notes later.'

She ran her finger from your nose to your chest as she spoke, instantly melting away your seething jealousy and replacing it with a mixture of arousal and excitement.

'Why don't I let the kids know to get ready, while you hop into the shower yeah?' She spoke as she slipped away.

You grabbed her hand just before she was completely out of the covers, almost instinctively. Her eyes met yours and her reaction excited you even more, it was a reaction of shock but still, it was better than the resting non chalant expression she had been wearing everyday for eight years.

You pulled her back in and took advantage of this new found connection the two of you were establishing, and if by some small chance this was all a dream, you were going to relish every moment of it before you woke up.

*

'That will be twenty five please'

You gave the churro boy a twenty and a ten, and because you were in such a good mood, asked him to keep the change. You turned around and walked across the lush green grass towards where your wife was sitting, there was almost a skip in your step.

The though of you kicking yourself and landing face first into the bag of creamed churros, brought a small grin to your face as you joined her on the picnic mat and handed her the sweet treat. 'For you mademoiselle'

'Merci,' she responded with a chuckle. She took a bite of her churro and scanned the park before huffing in amusement. 'I have a feeling your kids will not be meeting us back here, and that bathroom break was nothing but a scapegoat they used to ditch us.' She looked at you with a slightly mischievous look in her eyes, 'I thought we were pretty hip for parents, you know, cool to hang with.'

You snorkled with laughter at her attemp at being funny, 'I'm pretty sure 'hip' parents, don't say things like 'cool to hang with.'

You both chuckled lightly after which you reached for her hand and gave her a small smile, 'I guess more quality time for us, I may not be groovy enough for a bunch of teenagers, but in my circle I'm the bees knees girl.'

The laughter that came next could have stopped a theif mid robbery, your wife laughed so loud she almost choked on her churro, making you cackle in response. The two of you couldn't care less about the dirty looks you were getting from the strangers trying to read or meditate, it reminded you of when you were still dating, you were a nuisance to society at the time, to say the least.

You watched her dab her teary eyes with a napkin as her laughter turned to chuckles, and then finally receding to a small sweet smile. She was so beautiful it was unnatural, it seemed all the trophy needed was a little shine and attention.

You were just about to tell her you loved her, words that had not habituated your marriage in a long time, when your phone buzzed within the pocket of your khaki cargo shorts.

You pulled it out and had to feign a calm look when you saw Aya's name flashing on your screen. You quickly silenced the call and placed the phone screen down on the mat, keeping your composure as natural as you possibly could.

It rung a second time, this time making you switch off the cell entirely. 'Why would Ayaka just call you out of the blues on a Saturday??' You thought to yourself 'I mean other than the fact that you had kissed the woman not once, but twice in less that a week. What could have possibly led her to think she could just pick up the phone and call you whenever she so pleased??'

'You're not going to get that?'

'No it's not important,' you responded shakily, 'it's someone from work probably trying to get me to explain photoshop to them or something, it can wait.'

'Oh alright.'

Your wife shifted closer to you and lay her head on your lap, making your heart do a flip in your chest. This was the most intimate you had ever been with each other in years, and you couldn't let anything mess this up, not even ayaka Fischer.

As you gently stroked your wife's hair, your mind shamelessly drifted back to Ayaka. You wondered why she was calling you. Was it merely a check in call? Was it a work call? Or was it something important?

You looked down at your wife who was nose deep in one of those erotica novels women shamelessly read in public with a straight face and crossed legs, we know the trick, it's not a secret anymore.

She was distracted enough not to see you slide your phone to the side and turn it back on. You quickly composed a sloppy left handed message to Aya asking her if she could text you instead.

You waited in anticipation for her response, your eyes constantly yet discreetly shifting between your wife and the dimmed screen of your cellphone.

Finally after what felt like forever, Aya replied with a rather flirty text, and below it was a picture of her in a bubble bath, captioned 'when did you say you were going to make it up to me again?'

Your face flashed slightly, and you started to feel a little hot. You couldn't remember the last time a women sent you a sexy picture. Yes, all you could see was part of her legs and toes, but it was what was underneath the bubbles that got you whirled up, it was what you couldn't see but wish you could, that got your heart pounding like a Samoan drum.

You began typing out a response, thinking of the most convenient time, place, and day you could get a little more than just a picture.

"Honey-"

You jumped a little at your wife's voice and accidentally dropped the phone on her face. She grabbed the phone and got off your lap to rub her sore forehead. And as if enacting every infidel man's worst nightmare, she flipped your cellphone and brought it to her line of sight.