Drifting Apart
Part 4
By Kellie
Danny took his time heading home. He was sure Michelle would be asleep for a few more hours. He stopped and picked up the dry cleaning and ran a few other minor errands. He looked at his watch and decided he had time to stop by the office and do a little work. Even if Michelle was awake, she was probably sitting the computer typing away on some case study.
It was dusk when he finally arrived home. When he got to the door, a dark house greeted Danny. "I guess you're still sleeping," he mumbled to himself. He wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator after deciding to watch the Bulls game. Michelle heard Danny turn the TV on. She went to the bottom of the stairs and spotted him stretched out on the sofa. She picked up the remote to the stereo that was sitting on the table behind the sofa and then walked over to the switch on the wall and dimmed the lights. Danny looked over and saw his wife walking towards him wearing only a towel. He heard the stereo click on as she stood between him and the TV. As the CD they had played when they danced at the Laurel Falls wedding started, Danny turned the game off.
"I hear a certain husband of mine has been feeling a little neglected. I think I know the cure for that," Michelle murmured as she sat down on his lap.
"Well, what exactly does the doctor prescribe?" Danny asked as he began kissing Michelle's neck.
"Hmm. For starters, your wife is wearing your favorite outfit."
"What is this thing you have about covering this outfit up with that pesky towel?" Danny tugged at the edge of the towel and tried to pull it away from her.
"Not so fast, Mr. Santos." Michelle replied as she grasped the towel. "First things first. I can't remember the last time we had dinner together. Why don't you join me in the dining room?" she said, more as a command than a request.
"I think I would like to skip dinner and head straight for dessert."
"Hey, I actually cooked a meal for you and we are going to eat it. Besides, you're going to need your strength later, babe."
"Hmm. I guess your right. I do have one request," Danny whispered into her ear.
"And what would that be?"
"The towel stays here," he remarked with a sly smile as he yanked it off her body.
"Well, you are the neglected husband. Your wish is my command."
"I like the sound of that."
Danny wasn't sure if he would be able to eat a bite of dinner as he eyed his wife's nude body on the way into the dining room. He went to pull her chair out, but she stopped him and told him to sit. Michelle went into the kitchen and returned with a steak prepared just the way he liked it. She sat down on his lap and began to feed him."
"I think I like your idea of making up for neglecting me," Danny remarked between bites.
"Well, I've decided it's time to do something about not spending enough time with you. I realized we have been drifting apart lately," Michelle said.
"What made you realize that?"
"Rick and I had a long talk about the extra shifts and duties I've taken on. He gave me some pretty good advice."
"What was it?"
"To just do what was required of me and to do it well. He told me I'd get a lot more respect for that than I would for taking on so many extra things and only doing them adequately. I'm going to talk to my supervisor about it before my shift Tuesday. Plus, he said something about cutting back so I could pay more attention to my husband."
"I think I like that last piece of advice." Danny replied as he began tugging her ear lobe with his teeth. "I think I've had enough dinner. Let's go upstairs and have dessert."
"That sounds like a fine idea, Mr. Santos," Michelle answered as he gathered her in his arms and carried her upstairs.
The End
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