I walk into the house after my run. My jacket is shed and hung on the hook next to the door. I hear her scream. Loud, full of fear. My feet pound on the wooden floor as I run into our bedroom and toward the bathroom door. I push it open, causing it to slam against the bathroom wall. Bea is perched on top of the toilet, a towel wrapped around her. She looks at me and points to a place on the floor.
"Kill it," she squeaks.
I look down and see a rather large spider, about the size of a small mouse, making its way toward her. I let out a sigh of relief before chuckling.
"Tom, this isn't funny. Get it out of here!"
I step toward her, careful to avoid the large creature crawling across our bathroom floor. I take her into my arms and carry her into our bedroom, gently placing her on our bed.
"You scared me," I say, taking her face in my hands. "I thought you were hurt."
You sigh. "I'm sorry. But Tom?"
"Hm?" He takes you into his arms and kisses your forehead.
"Please get rid of that thing. I don't want it in the house."
He chuckles before disappearing into the hallway. He returns a minute later with a glass jar and heads into the bathroom. He appears in the doorway with the spider trying to crawl up the sides of the jar. He grins and makes his way toward the bed.
"No. Don't take another step."
"Or what?" That stupid grin is glued onto him.
"Or I'll...I'll..." You sigh, unable to come up with anything. "Just don't."
He takes another step and you instinctively back up. With every step he makes toward you, you try to make the gap bigger by moving away from him. Soon you're pressed against the wall and he's standing at the foot of the bed.
"It's just a spider, darling."
"Toooom," you whine.
"Maybe I should just let it go here in our bedroom. I'm sure it can find a nice warm place to hide."
He moves as though he's about to release the spider onto your bed.
"No! Tom! Stop!" you plead.
He chuckles. The spider slips from the jar and onto the blankets. You scream and jump to the floor.
"I hate you!"
He chuckles and once again scoops the creature into the container.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you," you squeal.
"I'm sorry, darling," he teases. "I didn't realize you felt that strongly about it. I would never torture you like that."
"Get. It. Out."
You point toward the door and he chuckles, making his way into the hallway. You follow him, keeping your distance, and make sure the spider is released outside of your home. You watch as he frees it in a clump of bushes a few houses down. He makes his way back into the house and shuts the door.
"You, mister, are mean."
"Are you cross with me?" he grins.
"I'm very, very cross with you."
"I said I was sorry."
"You didn't mean it." You cross your arms.
He takes a step toward you. "Can I make it up to you?"
"I can think of something you can do."
"And what's that?" He leans down and kisses you.
You break the kiss after a minute. "You can watch William for the day."
He furrows his brow and looks at you.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going for coffee with Tony."
"The park guy?"
"Yes," you roll your eyes. "The park guy."
"Because we're friends. That's what friends do. So, will you watch William? I'll be home before dinner."
"Of course I'll watch him."
You smile. "Thank you."
"So, where's Evan?" you ask, taking a sip of your coffee.
"With his mom," Tony says.
"How are things going between the two of you? Are things getting better?"
"I don't know. She seems to think so, but I just don't know if I feel the same way." You nod before he continues. "I mean, I want to make it work, for Evan, but it's hard. She can be so self-obsessed sometimes. Always trying to one up her co-workers. She used to come home and work for hours, completely ignoring Evan and me. Then there's the trust issue. For awhile she thought I was sleeping with one of my clients. That's when I realized there were problems. Cracks in the foundation, so to speak. Now she's talking about moving back in with me. Says she misses being at home with us. Part of me wants to believe it, but I can't help but wonder if she's only doing it for the money. I don't know what to do."
"Do you love her?"
He sighs and shakes his head. "I don't know anymore. Can I tell you something?"
"I met another woman. I mean, there's nothing going on, but she's perfect."
"Do tell," you smile. "What's she like?"
"Well, she's smart, funny. She's great with kids. She's met Evan a few times, and he adores her. I like her. A lot."
"She sounds like a great person."
"Oh, she is. There's just one problem."
"The good ones always are."
"I think they've been having some issues though. She talks about how he doesn't show his emotions all the time, and I think that bothers her. He's gone a lot, working. I think she's starting to see me the same way I see her."
"Just be careful."
"Don't worry, I will. What about you? How have you been doing?"
"Pretty well. William's walking. Tom's been trying to get him to talk, but it's not going very well. He's got his heart set on William's first words to be something from Shakespeare. I really don't think that's going to happen."
When you walk into the house you're met with a foul smell. You walk into the kitchen to see black smoke rising from the oven and Tom standing in front of it waving a towel. You laugh.
"What's going on?"
"I was trying to cook dinner, but it burned. I don't know what I did wrong," he frowns.
You look into the oven.
"Is that a chicken?"
"It was a chicken. Now it's black pile of nothing."
You laugh and raise yourself up to kiss him.
"How was coffee?"
"It was good. We had a really nice time. Was William good for you?"
"Of course he was. I'm his father. He wouldn't dare make me cross."
You smile and roll your eyes. "Why don't we order in tonight? I don't think I can eat that...thing."
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