Chapter 1: The unspoken words
I hear the lock of my front door and immediately get up. If there is anything I can confess to it's that I'm always excited to see my wife. The love of my life, my Julie. I walk up to our oak door and watch her beautiful frame walk through our door as I lean on our staircase banister. Julie instantly notices me and gives me her million-dollar smile. If she only knew what her smile did to me, if she knew how my whole body flushes because of her smile, if she only knew how my heart throbs knowing I gave her that smile and if she only knew the dirty ideas I get about making that smile bigger. Having her so close to me makes my body ache for touch. I spread my arms wide and say,
"Come here, love."
My voice is a mix between a growl and a whisper which I know makes my Julie weak to the knees. She wastes no time and runs into my arms. Her small frame fits so perfectly into my embrace as I place my left hand on her lower back and my right at the bottom of the hairline on her neck. She nuzzles into my neck and I take the opportunity to smell the scent surrounding her. The scent itself is Julie's shampoo which in my opinion is the perfect depiction of what a pearl smells like. I love it when she washes her hair, it just adds to the gentleness aura that surrounds my angel. My love for her makes me feel all tingly inside and in case you haven't noticed... a little bit mushy. Julie gives me strength each day and I would do anything for the honey that I get to hold in my arms.
"How was your day?" I whispered into hair still holding her tightly to me.
"I got the afternoon off and decided to go to my female warriors class," she says with the biggest grin on her face. "And don't remind me of how cringey it sounds."
She giggles while we pull apart still remaining at arms length. It makes sense now as to why she walked in with just a grey tank top, a bright blue sports bra underneath, black leggings and some sneakers. Julie had taken the "warrior class" for a couple of months now, something she does to fuel the feminist inside her. She has always believed in women's rights and their abilities to be fighters and this class she takes brings her some peace and comfort and makes her happy. I definitely don't have a problem with that since it makes her happy as well as one of their lessons was to stare at their vaginas and make art around it. That has definitely helped her appreciate her body more and see herself as a work of art which I'll never mind. Of course, in my opinion she always has and always will be a work of art and I take every opportunity to worship her in every way possible.
"And how was your class, my little warrior?" I ask as I grab her by the waist and spin her around awarding me with another giggle.
"It was so much work. We did intense stretching today which any other day would be amazing but since I woke up stiff today it was getting close to hell."
"Well that just won't do for my angel now, would it? How about you take a relaxing bath and then how about you and I have a romantic and sexy time together? Does that sound good?"
All of a sudden I felt my whole heart and world drop. I was not prepared to see my angel's face drop as I saw a hint of fear, sadness and guilt. She lowered her gaze to the floor and there was no sign of that glorious smile on her face.
After a few seconds she replied, her voice was barely a whisper and spoken with a tone of such tragedy. "Maybe not tonight... I'll just take the bath." And with that, she walked up the stairs to our bedroom with an on-suite bathroom.
I don't know what is going on but this is not my wife. There is something in her that tells me that there is something I don't know. A secret waiting to be shared and it is screaming alarm bells at me in the silence. As all that surrounds me now are these unspoken words.
