The Stalker

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3- I'm not granting it

Warren sat on the bed for the longest time, watching Serenity sleep, and thinking about how he found her with her face lying in the pie, and an empty bottle of alcohol in her hand. Wishing he didn’t bring her to where she felt she needed to get drunk the way she did.

The longer he watched and didn’t see any movement out of her, the more worried he became and kept asking her to open her eyes. After he continued getting no response from her, he started wondering if she may have gotten alcohol poisoning and needed to bring her into the hospital. He placed his finger above her upper lip to see if he could feel her breathing.

The touch of his finger must have tickled her upper lip. He saw her slightly move and pulled his finger back. “Serenity?” he asked, placing his hand on her shoulder, pushing her gently and trying to get her to open her eyes. When she wouldn’t awake, he got out of bed, wanting to find out where she got the bottle of bourbon from.

He walked into the kitchen, saw Esther and Harriet preparing breakfast, and walked to them. “Morning, ladies.”

Harriet looked his way and smiled. “Well, good morning Warren, how did your night turn out?” she asked excitedly, hoping to hear it went well.

He walked to the center island, stopped, and rested his hands on the counter, looking at them curiously after noticing how they were both giving him a look and smiling. He could see they were curiously waiting to hear how the night went and lowered his head while pushing on the counter, stretching his back and shoulders. “It didn’t go the way I hoped it would, but it went all right.”

“Just all right?” Harriet asked.

“I see you got a hold of the pies, how were they?” Esther asked while smiling.

“I wouldn’t know, Serenity ate them. Which is why I’m here...” he groaned, standing up and crossing his arms against his chest.

"Oh?” Esther questioned, looking confused.

“I found her in the kitchen early this morning, passed out, and with her face lying in the blueberry pie. She also had an empty bottle of bourbon in her hand. You wouldn’t know whose bottle that was, would you?”

Both Esther and Harriet looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders, then both turned to the fridge pointing. “I’m not sure who’s bottle that was, but we noticed there was a note on the fridge this morning,” Harriet said.

Warren walked over to the fridge and tore the list off. He looked at the wine rack and turned around, facing them. “Who didn’t fill her wine rack?”

“I’m guessing, Parker. She asked him a couple of days ago to refill it,” Harriet said while beating the eggs.

“Thanks,” he said, lowering his hand, looking disappointed. “I’m guessing that must have been Parker’s bourbon, or should I say, was his.”

“How is she feeling? Is she hungover?” Esther asked, thinking she better give him some headache pills to give her, and walked over to the cupboard, grabbing a bottle, then pouring her a glass of water. “Here, give her these,” she said, handing him the glass of water and pills.

“She’s still asleep,” he said, setting the pills and water on the counter, then looked over her shoulder to see what they were making. He walked over to the counter, picked up the empty bottle he had set on the counter, and stared at the bottle as he spoke. “Do me a favor. When you’re finished making breakfast, will one of you bring her breakfast to our room, please? I don’t think she’ll be leaving that room anytime soon, and I would like to go find and have a word with Parker.”

“Sure can,” Harriet said, watching him leave the kitchen. She looked at Esther and shook her head with a shit-eating grin, “Looks like someone’s in trouble, glad it wasn’t us.”

Serenity slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy. She slowly rolled her eyes, looking around the room, and trying to figure out what happened the night before. The last thing she remembered was being in the kitchen, trying the pies, and drinking bourbon. Her eyebrows lowered when she realized she was in bed, not remembering how she got there and rolled over to see if Warren was in bed. Seeing he wasn’t in bed, she sighed while closing her eyes, thinking he left again.

She tried pushing herself up, but the pounding in her head was so bad, it caused her to feel sick to her stomach and continued to lay. She slowly rolled onto her back and rested her arm over her eyes, blocking the brightness of the room and to keep herself from getting sick.

Moments later, she heard a knock at the door and slowly raised her arm to her forehead, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at the door. “Come in,” she called out with her voice, crackling. The moment she spoke, the pounding in her head felt worse and closed her eyes.

“Morning sweetheart,” Harriet said, walking to her with a tray of food. “How are we feeling this fine morning?”

She set the tray on her nightstand, then stood next to her, staring at her, feeling glad she brought her some meds to help cure her hangover after seeing how pale she was.

Serenity didn’t want to open her eyes but did to look at Harriet, wanting to tell her how she felt, hoping she would leave the room. “Like shit,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands.

Harriet removed her hands from her face and grinned. “You look awfully pale. Warren told us how he found you this morning. So, I brought you some headache pills, figuring you could use these,” she said, handing her the pills and the glass of water.

“Thanks,” she whispered. She slowly pushed herself up and took the pills from her hand, popping them into her mouth, then drank the entire glass of water. She could smell what Harriet brought her and looked at the tray of food as she set the empty glass down. “I’m not so sure I can eat anything. I feel like whatever’s resting in my stomach is about to come out.”

Harriet laughed, thinking it was her own fault for drinking the way she did and looked at her with a questionable look. “What made you drink bourbon?” she asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed, sensing something wasn’t right. Especially since she knew she wasn’t a booze drinker. “You know I’m here for you... and anytime you need to talk, I’m always here.”

“I know...” she sighed, “I didn’t plan on drinking the bourbon, and was wanting a glass of wine. I was upset with Warren and then got more upset when I saw that my wine rack was empty after asking Parker to re-stock it the other day. To see he didn’t do what I asked, I got upset, and when I saw the bottle, I didn’t feel like looking for anything else to drink and figured what the hell. I didn’t care what I drank, I just wanted to get myself drunk, and to forget about the things that were going on in my life... but now I’m regretting that decision,” she sighed.

“May I ask why Warren upset you?”

“I don’t want to get into that part right now... but what I know is, something is off with him. Something isn’t right. He doesn’t seem to be the same man I married two years ago, and I’m getting a little worried...” she said, looking away from her. “Harriet?” she asked, looking towards the window. “I don’t know if it’s me, but have you noticed anything different with Warren since he’s come home? I’ve been noticing some strange things about him for almost a year, but last night it was noticeable.”

“No, not really,” she said, shaking her head, “The only thing different with him was asking Esther and me to make him a couple of pies.”

“You haven’t noticed anything?”

“No. Sorry, I haven’t... in what ways are you referring to?”

“Just everything about him. I can’t place my finger on it, but I’ve noticed his looks have somewhat changed, he’s more growly, and he isn’t as loving as he once used to be. I don’t know if it’s because he’s always away and never home? And when he comes home, if he’s acting that way because he’s tired or what? I don’t know what to think. And with those pies he had you two make, he never eats pie-”

“Which reminds me... how were they?” she asked, cutting her off and smirking.

“I-I don’t remember,” she stuttered. She remembers eating the apple pie, but was afraid to tell her the reason she ate them, and how she hates pie. She looked at her with saddened eyes and slid down into the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. “I’m sorry, Harriet, I didn’t mean to eat the pies you two made, especially since I knew you made them for Warren. I just wanted to try them.”

“It’s okay, he only wanted one of each pie, and being that we had leftover filling, we made two more,” she said, patting her leg. “At least they didn’t go to waste,” she winked.

Warren walked into the room and cleared his throat when he saw Harriet sitting on their bed, talking to Serenity. Harriet turned her head, and when she saw Warren standing in the doorway looking at her the way he was, she quickly stood and looked back at Serenity. “I’ll be going now, make sure you get some food into that stomach of yours, it’ll make you feel much better.”

“Thanks, Harriet.”

Warren stepped aside, allowing Harriet to leave the room, then shut the door after she left and walked over to the nightstand. He picked up the tray and set it onto Serenity’s lap. “You need to eat,” he insisted, then picked up the fork and held it out to her.

“Warren, please don’t make me eat. I don’t feel I can eat anything, and I really don’t have the stomach for it right now.”

He sat on the bed beside her and reached for the toast on her plate, handing it to her. “You need to eat something.”

She gave him a scowled look and pushed his hand away from her. “Now, you care? Last night you didn’t seem to care about me or my feelings. And now you’re acting like you care how I’m feeling...”

"Serenity, I care. It’s just that I have a lot going on, and I’ve been trying to juggle my life around between work, you, and home life. I’m trying hard to make you happy, and I’m trying to make up for lost time with you. I’m doing the best I can to keep you in my life. Do you think it’s that easy for me to be away all the time?”

She didn’t want to look at him and continued staring over to the wall. Sometimes she felt it would be best if they went their separate ways but was afraid to say anything to him, especially lately with his shortened temper, and wanted to keep what she was feeling to herself. She loved him, loved when he was home, but was feeling now would be the time to ask for a divorce, to make it easier for them to forget about each other, and turned her head towards him when he asked for her to look at him.

“Are you hearing anything I’m saying to you?” he asked.

“I am, but I have something on my mind, and was debating with myself on bringing it up to you.”

He tilted his head to the side and set the piece of toast back on to her plate. “And what would that be?”

Serenity stared at him for a moment, then looked down. She wasn’t sure if she wanted a divorce, but was tired of being alone, tired of being lonely, didn’t want to be alone any longer, and wanted to be happy every day. Not just when he came home. “I was thinking… I may want a divorce.”

“What? Why would you even think of such a ridiculous thing like that?” he asked, shocked.

“You’re never home, and you’re not the same man I married. Something’s changed with you. I feel it, I can see it, and I can’t take you being away from me anymore. I’m done, Warren... I’m just done,” she said, raising her voice as tears strolled down her cheek.

Warren took a deep breath and looked down as he shifted his body away from her and stared at the floor. “If you’re asking me for a divorce, I will not grant it. You just asked me last night to start a family with you, and that’s what I intend to do.”

She had a feeling he wouldn’t grant her a divorce and sighed. She didn’t know what to say, and with the headache she had, she didn’t feel like talking anymore about it and didn’t want their talk turning into a huge argument. Without saying another word, she looked down at her food and picked up the piece of toast, taking a small bite.

He turned his head back towards her and semi smiled when he saw she was finally eating. “If it means anything to you, I was supposed to head back to work this morning, but called in and said I wouldn’t be back until Monday morning. Now we have all weekend to talk and to do whatever we need to do to fix our marriage.”

“You mean to tell me, you only planned on coming back for one night?” she asked, upset. “One night?” she asked louder, closing her eyes when the pounding in her head felt as if her head was being nailed into the wall.

“Serenity, did you even hear me? I said I called in this morning, informing them I wouldn’t be back until Monday morning. Please give me some credit here...”

She opened her eyes, then furrowed her brows. “Fine... I’ll give you a little credit, but I will say one thing. Don’t you dare fire Harriet and Esther.”

“Fine, I won’t fire them...”

“Thank you,” she whispered, relieved.

“I also talked with Parker. He apologized for not filling your wine rack and apologized for leaving his bottle on the counter. I don’t know what made you think you could drink bourbon. You don’t even like booze.”

“Just like you don’t like pies,” she retorted with a dirty look.

He lowered his head, knowing she had him there, then looked back at her. “I have an idea. Why don’t you finish eating your breakfast, then take a shower or bath, whichever you choose to do. Whenever you finish getting yourself ready, I’ll take you out for the day. I’ll call Benson and have him pick us up in...” he said, pausing to look at his watch. “Let’s say two hours, sound good?”

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, giving him a small smile.

“I’ll figure that out while you’re getting ready. I owe you this day, and I will do whatever it takes for you not to feel you need to divorce me.”

She wanted to smile wider after feeling her heart becoming one piece again after it felt like he shattered into a million pieces the night before. As he stood, she looked down at her food, still not feeling up to eating, but knew he and Harriet were right. It might make her feel better if she got something in her stomach and grabbed the fork off the tray.

Warren left the room to let Serenity eat her breakfast and to let her get herself ready. In the meantime, he called Benson asking to meet them at the house in a couple of hours.

Warren wanted to see how far Serenity was and walked back in the bedroom just as she walked out of the bathroom in just her towel, causing him to smile. Seeing her standing in only a towel had his cock swelling and walked over to her, resting his hands on the sides of her arms, and leaned into her ear. “I’m sorry, Hun...” he said, lowering his face and kissing her on the backside of her shoulder. “I’ve got so much going on, and I feel bad for neglecting you. I need you to know and need for you to understand; it’s not intentional.”

She turned around and wrapped her arms around him as she rested her cheek against his chest. “I miss you so very much, and it’s killing me with you being away all the time,” she mumbled.

“I know...” he whispered, holding her tighter. “Soon, this will all be over.”

She didn’t understand what he meant by that and glanced up. “What? What do you mean by that?” she asked, hoping it meant he would quit his job.

He looked down and twisted his lips. “What I meant to say was, I hope to be home more often, and not to be flying out as much. I put in a request to work fewer hours, and another request to be home more during the week, rather than just on the weekends.”

“Oh... that would be so nice... I’m missing the man I married.”

“Not only are you missing me, but I’m also missing my wife,” he said, leaning back. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, smirking. “You better hurry and get ready, Benson will be here shortly.”

She gave him a disappointing look, thinking he would pull her in and kiss her like he used to, and sighed, “I’ll make it quick. What am I supposed to wear, anyway?”

“Put it this way, the weather is beautiful, so I’ll be taking you to the vineyard, and we’ll be tasting as much wine as we can handle,” he winked. “How does that sound?”

“That’ll work,” she smiled. ”Unless you’re only trying to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me.”

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