I rolled over in bed to find the spot next to me empty and bare.
“Tyler!” I called out to my husband. That man was always leaving me alone.
Suddenly, he appeared at the door with a tray. Yay, breakfast in bed!
“Relax, babe, I’m right here.” He came over and I sat up as he set the tray in my lap.
“Six years in and you’re still doing this?”
“Of course, you should probably get used to it considering we’re spending the rest of our lives together.”
“I’m pretty sure I could get used to this,” I said as I brought my face closer to his.
“Oh really?” I nodded, then our lips met and I felt the same fireworks that I did the very first time we kissed, “Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” he said when we finally broke apart.
“Happy anniversary, babe.”
“So should I give you the itinerary for tonight?”
“Yeah, shoot,” I replied with a chuckle before taking a bite of the pancakes on my plate. Heavenly.
“Okay, so it’s pretty much just dinner at Papilles...”
“Ooh, I love it there!”
“I know, then that weird musical that you’ve wanted to see forever.”
"Wicked? You’d watch a musical with me?”
“Did I not make it clear these last six years? I’d do anything for you,” he responded playfully.
“You have the reservation and the tickets, right?”
“Pfft, uh yeah.”
“What’d you forget?”
“The Papilles reservation,” he said timidly, “but thankfully today is Wednesday, so it’ll be easy to get one.”
“Ty,” I whined, “that’s like the most important part.”
“I promise I’ll do it later.”
“Just make the damn dinner reservations, babe, before it’s too late.”
“I will, I promise.”
“Okay, okay Papilles, Wicked... what else?”
“Well that’s seven to ten-thirty so we could just come home and celebrate the ‘birthday’ of our marriage.”
“Nope, uhn uhn,” I shook my head, “I’m not breaking out the special birthday sex.”
“But, why?” it was his turn to whine.
“That’s for Tyler’s birthday only.”
“But... I wanna put a baby in you.”
I punched his arm, “Shut up,” I tried saying sternly, sadly I couldn’t keep a straight face.
“Ow!” He playfully held spot where I hit him.
“Oh, stop overreating, that did not hurt.”
“How would you know? You don’t know my pain.”
“Yes I do, we are one.”
“No we’re not,” I nodded yes, “then what am I thinking right now?”
I looked into his eyes intensely, “You are thinking that you wanna take this tray in the kitchen while your beautiful wife gets ready for work.”
“Of course, you’re always right, it’s like your superpower.”
He picked up the tray and pecked me on the lips, “Thank you, hubby.”
“Please, don’t call me that.”
“I only do it ’cos you hate it.” I never understood Tyler’s dislike of me saying ‘hubby’, I did understand that the way he reacted was hilarious.
“I know, you’re so mean.”
“You’re a horrible actor.”
“So are you.”
“Whatever, get dressed before you’re late.”
“But, I’m going to miss the show.”
“Play your cards right and you’ll get a marathon of the show tonight, but not right now, you distract me.”
“Alright, I’m leaving,” he started to the door, “love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I got out of bed and decided on what to wear. Twenty minutes later I wore a mustard yellow knee-length dress, a cropped jean jacket, and some strappy, thick, brown heels. I went out to the living room where Ryan sat on my couch.
“What are you doing here, Ryan?” I headed into the kitchen, where Tyler was.
“Well, Anastasia, Kenzie is already at the studio early today, don’t ask me why because I don’t know.”
“Alright,” I got a kiss from Tyler, “let’s go.”
“Wait,” Tyler called, “you’re not going to try and sleep with my wife, are you Ryan?”
“Hey man, that was once, I was drunk, and we promised never to speak of it again.”
Ryan and I got to the studio building about half an hour later.
“So,” Ryan stated as we walked towards the building, “I hear that today’s a special day.”
“Don’t play dumb, Scott.”
“Oh, for me...right- duh, I didn’t think anyone really remembered.”
“I was at the wedding.”
“Right... it’s Scott-Meyers by the way.”
“That takes way too much time to say, and Meyers is two syllables contrary to Scott’s one, so I’m sticking with Scott.”
“Wow, that’s fifteen seconds I’ll never get back.”
“No you will not, now let’s go make beautiful music.”
“Technically, the artists are making the music, we’re just recording it.”
“Technically, I’m gonna need you to stop pissing on my parade, Scott."
“Sir, yes sir, Mr. Harris.”
“Alright, Mackenzie,” I said to my best friend as I stood up from the soundboard, “I’m going home to my husband.”
“’Kay,” she stood also and hugged me as I picked up my purse, “I love ya and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bright and early.”
“Hey Ana,” she called as I opened the door.
I looked up at her, “Yeah?”
“I can’t believe he got me to say this, but... give him the birthday sex, he deserves it.”
“Did that man really call you?” She nodded and we both cracked up.
After a second I straightened up, “Bye, Mickey.”
I got home safely and found Ty walking around in a suit, and his phone stuck to his ear.
“No, no that’s not what I said,” he spotted me and placed his hand over the receiver, “hey, sweetie.”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Just finishing up some stuff,” he moved his hand and started to talk to the person on the other end, “yes, thank you.”
After a few minutes, he finally hung up the phone. By that time I’d already relocated to our bedroom and started watching television. He sat next to me and laid a a sloppy, wet kiss on my cheek.
“Ew,” I whined and laughed at the same time, “stop it, Tyler.”
“Okay. Help me with my tie?”
I nodded, “You know I’ve never met a man that can’t tie a tie,” we turned to face each other, “so who was that on the phone?”
“Will you please stop always trying to ruin my surprises? That’s how you almost ruined my marriage proposal, you know I can’t keep stuff from you.”
“You kept your love the Dallas Cowboys away from me.”
“That’s because you hate the Cowboys.”
“Well, I watch them for you.”
He smirked, “I know and that’s why I love you.”
“That’s the only reason?”
“The only damn one... apart from, of course, the other million reasons.”
“I love you too, so much,” I tighten his tie and he kissed my forehead.
Six years seemed so short on paper, but it felt like I’d been in love with Tyler my whole lifetime. I could never even begin to think of loving anyone else this much, I don’t think it’s possible.
“Thank you for the help. Now, I have to go and sort something out, I’ll be back at 6:30 to take you out.”
“No, that’s okay I can just meet you there at seven.”
“You sure?” I nodded, “Well then, I want you to take the car.”
“But, then you’ll have to take a cab in this nice suit.”
“I’m sure New York will be nice to me and my suit.”
“She better or she’s going to get her ass kicked.”
“I don’t know what I love more: the fact that you just referred to the state as a she, or that you plan to kick a whole state’s ass.”
“Only if that is absolutely needs to be done.”
Tyler called the taxi service in left some time later. Once I was sure he was gone, I started getting ready. Shower, check; hair curled, check; makeup, check; I finish everything else before pulling out my dress. I’d been shopping for tonight’s dress for months before pulling it off the rack at Deb a few weeks ago, it was a strapless black dress that stopped at the knee and had embroidered beading in a beautiful pattern on the bust and waist. I slipped it on with the earrings Tyler got me for our first anniversary, a thick black bracelet with some faux diamonds on it, and some black heels with a strap.
Then, fished the car keys out of the bowl next to the door and left. Once I got to the car I made sure everything was in order: mirrors, seat belt, seat adjustments. I swear I drive like a grandma, I barely passed my driver’s test. I live in New York though, so that was fine, I could always walk or take a cab. Honestly, the last time I even drove a car was about eight months ago. I finished all adjustments and started the vehicle.
“How far away are you?” Tyler’s voice came through the car stereo.
“Um, I say about twenty minutes at the most, I’m at that odd part of land where the two highways meet and no one lives around.”
“Don’t get out of the car over there, no matter what.”
“I love you too, Mr. Protective, but I’m a twenty-eight year old woman.”
“I know, get here soon.”
“I will,” we hung up and I continued.
I stopped at red light not too long after, once the light turned green I inched the car forward. Suddenly, the headlights of the large vehicle were coming in fast from the passenger side.
It felt like a dream until, what I now realized was another large car, slammed into me. My head whipped and I felt it smack into the driver’s side window as the car tumbled off to the side of the road. I reached for the call button on the dashboard, but it was too far. The car was lying on its side and I felt something stabbing my foot.
Tears stung my eyes as soon as I looked down. I had a large piece of glass from the windshield sticking halfway out of my left leg.
The emergency button.
Yes, the button, I totally forget about that thing. I felt my eyes droop as I reached for the red button on the side of the steering wheel.
“911, what’s your emergency?” a female asked from the other line.
“H-hi,” I felt myself falling asleep.
“Yes, hello, I was in an accident and I really need and ambulance.”
“Alright, ma’am, stay calm. Do you know where you are?”
“N- no,” I breathed. Damn, I was tired, I couldn’t even keep my eye lids open.
“Ma’am? Ma’am, I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Help is on the way.” Her words faded out as my eyes closed.
This is why I don’t drive.