I didn’t plan to take my frustration out on Alaiyah, but when I saw her hugging Milosh, it just hurt me on a different level. I haven’t seen or talked to my wife in over a month, but they were closer than ever before. I know she nor Milosh would ever do anything that I accused her of doing, but I just wanted her to hurt like I was.
After I pulled up to the house, Alaiyah practically jumped out of the car and ran into the house, making sure to lock the door. I continued to sit in the car for a little while longer, chuckling at the level of pettiness my beautiful wife could get to—we were really alike in that way. Eventually, I got out of my car and went in the house. Alaiyah was nowhere to be found on the main floor, so I decided to go to my office. As much as I wanted to just throw her on our bed and make sweet, sweet love to her, I knew she and I needed to cool off a little. I decided it was best for me to go to my office and get some work done for the legal businesses I own.
Four hours and three sign contracts later, I wasn’t surprised that I got a call from my father.
“Hello.” I kept a mono-toned whisper as I placed on the last signature on the fourth contract I was reading.
“LINCOLN COSTELLO!” my father screamed through the phone.
“Hai un trauma cranico o sei solo un fottuto idiota?” he asked coldly.
(IT: Do you have a head injury, or are you just a fucking idiot?)
“Padre, perché chiami?” I asked just as coldly.
(IT: Father, what are you calling?“)
“Sto chiamando perché voglio sapere perché mio figlio idiota ha deciso che è una grande idea iniziare una guerra di Famiglia?!” I could practly hear his teeth breaking on the other end of the phone as he gritted through his clenched teeth.
(IT: I’m calling because I want to know why my idiot son decided it’s a great idea to start a family war?)
“Ah, so you heard about Castiel’s tantrum?” I coldly chuckled.
“I swear to god, Lincoln! If you and Alaiyah don’t get your shit together, I am coming over there and beating the shit out of you both! If you take this family into war again, so help me god, I will kill you with my bare hands, boy!” I knew there was some truth to my father’s words, but we also both knew he would be a dead man.
“Threaten my wife again; I dare you!” I scowled.
“I’m sending your mother over in the morning!” Before I could get another word out, my father hung up the phone.
Tossing my phone on the desk in front of me, I leaned back in my office chair and laced my fingers behind my head, taking deep breathes. As I sat there trying to calm down, I looked around my office. I never really appreciated the hard work my wife put into our home. Everything was modern, yet simplistic, yet calming. There was no clutter, and everything had a place, and that’s the moment I realized my first big mistake—I needed my home, but I pushed her away in so many ways.
Taking one last deep breath, I got up from my chair and left my office. I was set on finding my wife and apologizing for the way I acted. I climbed the stairs and slowly opened the door to the bedroom. I was hoping she would still be awake, and more importantly, I was hoping she would talk to me. When I walked into the room, that hope in me, slowly started to fade. The room was completely dark, except for the small sliver of moonlight that crept through a small crack were the curtains failed to meet. She must have been asleep by now.
Disappointed, I walked to the closet and started undressing, stripping everything but my boxers. I then walked back into the bedroom, but as I got closer to my side of the bed, I realized Alaiyah wasn’t even in the bed. As hope came crashing back into my soul, I decided to check the bathroom. I quietly walked up to the double sliding doors and slowly pulled them apart. What I saw next was both amusing and alarming. There, in a tub full of water, sat my beautiful wife with MY laptop balancing on a wooden tub table. Whatever my wife was doing on it held her full attention as well, she didn’t even hear me open the door. I stood there watching her in amusement as she typed away at the keys, absorbing as much of her as my eyes could take in. When the need to be with her finally overtook my body, I let my voice break the silence.
“Mio Amore, what on earth are you doing on my laptop?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.
“AH!” The sound of my voice brought her back to reality as she got so startled; her body created a small riptide in the bath.
“Lincoln! What the actual fuck?!” She screamed, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to cover what the bath bubbles couldn’t.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, mi dispiace,” I whispered, holding my arms up in defense as I walked closer to the tub.
(IT: I’m sorry.)
Alaiyah turned towards me before taking a couple deep breaths, trying to slow her heart rate.
“Well, nosy husband of mine; if you must know, I was requesting a copy of my High School Trans-Scripts and was looking up what else I needed for applying to Northwestern University,” She said with a matter-of-factly sass.
“Ah, I see. But, what I meant was, ‘what are you doing on my laptop, in a bath full of water?’ I have very important business information on it. If it gets damaged, I may not be able to get that information back.” I raised my brow, waiting for her next answer.
“Oh, that. My laptop was left at the DeConte house of horrors, and I couldn’t just go out and buy one, and this one was just sitting there, and I promise I wasn’t snooping!” She said, all in one go.
“Amore, calm down. What’s mine is yours; I just don’t want you harming yourself or the laptop if it falls in the water,” I explained, taking a seat on the edge of the tub.
“Well, don’t scare me, and that won’t be a problem. Anyways, what are you doing in here?” She said, looking around the room in an attempt to avoid eye contact with me.
“I was looking for you while hoping we could talk.” I looked down as I explained.
“Here, can you put this in the room first?” She asked, closing the laptop shut before handing it to me.
“Of course, Mio Amore.” I quickly took the laptop from her hand and ran it to the room.
When I got back in the bathroom, Alaiyah was draining the water from the tub as she added more in with some bubble bath.
“Today was a rough day, wanna join me? This woman didn’t need to ask me twice.
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