Until you come Back to me

What Will Be Will Be (Conclusion to Part 3)

Sean out did himself with breakfast. There was a plate of cut cantaloupe, strawberries, and blueberries. Taylour had all she asked for and more. Bacon, eggs, cream of wheat, and sourdough toast.

Coming to the table, Sean sat across from her as she took her first bite. He noticed that something was bothering her but couldn't figure out what exactly. He was furious when he saw she had come home this morning. Where the hell had she been? Why hadn't she called? Who was she with in the middle of a storm? But when he saw her that all went out the window and he was just happy that God answered his prayers and brought her home safely. Hours constantly praying and telling God how much he loved her. Now sitting across from his beautiful wife Sean just couldn't fight the tugging in him that there's something being kept from him.

"Baby I just thought that was so nice of that volunteer to help you out."

"Yeah it was," she said not looking up from her plate.

"What was her name again?" Sean asked.. She knew once the interrogation started it wouldn't stop until he got the answers he was looking for.

"I don't remember," she mumbled, taking a sip of orange juice.

"You spent the night with this person and don't remember their name?" He looked at her with an arched brow.

"Sean does it matter. The main thing is that I'm home safely and so are you."

"Yes but that's not all that matters. There's still things I can't wrap my head around."

"Like what?" She retorted with irritation visible in her response. This only heightened his curiosity. If it was as innocent as Taylour claimed then why was she so withdrawn and so damn defensive. Initially, he would have left it alone but something kept him wanting to know more. Sean just hoped the more he knew wouldn't hurt him as bad as he feared.

"Like why you went with this volunteer but didn't call me?"

"I did call you but you didn't answer."

"Oh, so you don't know how to leave a voicemail?"

"Sean your inbox was full. Maybe we should talk about why you didn't answer the phone!!!"

"Haha, that's cute. Real cute, Taylour, but you're not going to turn this on me. Does this person even have a name?"

"I told you I don't remember."

"How do you spend the night with someone but don't remember her name."

"I THINK IT WAS D OKAY. D. THERE ARE YOU HAPPY?!?!?!" She yelled.

"Why are you yelling I just asked you a question? And no I'm not happy since you want to get all defensive and shit. Who is she?" Taylour calmed because her demeanor was giving off more than she wanted him to know.

"She is..." She took a deep breath staring at her plate. "She is a he."

"Come Again?"

"The volunteer wasn't a woman. Sean, it was a man who helped me yesterday."

Sean stared silently at Taylour as if he hadn't heard her correctly. She spent the night with another man? He could feel his pulse quickening and eye beginning to twitch. He thought to himself maybe he misunderstood what she said. Sean decided he needed clarification before he acted on what he felt at this very moment. Clenching his jaw, he watched her avoid his eyes which infuriated him more. With every ounce of self-control he possessed, he calmly asked,

"What did you just say?"

"The volunteer was a man, Sean. I was covered in throw up and he lived nearby so I went to his house to get cleaned up. I called you—"