This will be a short sequel, 4-5 chapters. Hope you enjoy!
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There wasn't one single moment, but several. Several moments of disappointment, discontent and despair. Several moments when the love, the trust and the faith my wife had in me, slowly started to fade away.
How, you ask? How, when we were so in love, so mad about each other, so made for each other, how could this happen?
I could say I don't know. I could say things change. I could say feelings change. I could say people change. All of that would be true except for the first one.
I do know.
It's been five years. Five very long, life-changing years, since my little girl Alyssa was born. Everything was so perfect back then. We had two handsome boys, a beautiful baby girl, our dream house, jobs we both loved. We were so happy.
My wife, the mother of my children, my best friend, my soul mate, the love of my life... a stranger. That's what we are to each other now. We still live in the same house, we still go by Mrs. and Mrs. We're still the parents to three amazing kids. We still love each other. At least, I know I still love her. The same may not be said for her. She doesn't have to say it, I can feel it, I can see it. She's not in love with me anymore.
I can't say that I blame her. I'm not the same person I was when she fell in love with me, not even close, and I'm not the same woman I was when we made those vows. "I don't even know who you are anymore," She said to me one night after a long and very loud argument. To be honest, I don't even know who I am anymore.
I sat there in my empty office, in an empty house, alone. The silence was almost too much to bear. It brought back memories of my childhood. Except there wasn't a mean, bitch of a mother, to blame. It was all on me. Over the years I had slowly lost myself. Something would go wrong and I followed it with bad decision after bad decision, until, in true Ashley Davies fashion, I had fucked everything up. I handled everything wrong. What's new, right? Everything is always my fault; I'm always the bad guy. It could not be truer in this story. But the story isn't over. It ain't over until the fat lady sings, or… until I have fixed everything. And I will fix everything. I have to.
I picked up my phone and scrolled down the list of contacts. I saw her name and I sighed. I missed her so much and I needed her even more. After taking a deep breath, I hit the call button.
"Hey, Ash, is everything alright?"
You know things have gotten bad when that's the greeting you get, every phone call.
"Everything is fine. Well, things haven't changed, if that's what you mean."
"Sorry… So what's up?" She sounded tired.
"This is way overdue, but, I need you. I need your help."
There was a moment of silence, too long of a moment for my liking.
"I'm here, Ash. And I'll be there, as soon as I possibly can, okay?"
"Okay. Thanks. And I'm sorry it took so long to for me to ask."
"Well, you've always been a little slow." She let out a little chuckle and to me that was a good sign. The strain on my relationship with Spencer had, in return, caused a strain in my relationship with my best friend.
"Funny. Really though, thank you, Miranda."
"Don't thank me yet, Ash. I haven't done anything."
"But you're coming home, to help. That means more than you know."
I hung up the phone and tossed it back on my desk. Sighing and throwing my head back into the chair, I thought about Spencer. We had been through so much together, we could get through this. I had to believe that. My eyes traveled throughout the dim light of my office and landed on a picture of us from a few years ago. It wasn't a special occasion, just an ordinary day. She had just gotten home from work, the kids were at her moms and I had dinner in the oven, waiting for her…
"Hey, babe." She leaned over and kissed my head as I sat on the couch, slowly strumming my guitar. This new song was a pain in my ass. I just couldn't get it right.
"Still working on the same song?"
"Ugh. Yes. I'm about to give up." I set the guitar on the table in front of me and pulled her onto my lap.
"How was your day?" I asked after leaning in and kissing her perfect lips.
"Long," She said, then sighed.
"Well, I have dinner in the oven and since we have no kids tonight, you can have me for dessert."
I waggled my eyebrows and she shook her head. Not much had changed over the years.
"Actually, how about we have dessert first?" We had at least a half hour before dinner was done, and I couldn't wait.
"Sounds good to me. Let me go get into something more comfortable." She groaned as she took her shoes off and rubbed her feet.
"Here." I pulled her legs onto my lap. "I'll work my magic hands and give you the best foot massage ev-er."
"I thought you wanted to make love to me?"
"I'll massage your feet, and then I'll make love to you."
"My feet probably stink."
"Then I'll bathe you, massage your feet and then make love to you."
"This is just getting better and better."
I looked into her blue eyes, looking back at me with that sparkle that I had seen in them every time she smiled at me. They could be the only eyes I looked at for the rest of my life and every life after, and I would be perfectly okay with that. Looking into those eyes made me feel so happy, and so thankful. There wasn't anybody in the entire universe that was as lucky as I was.
"Yeah, it sure does," I said slowly, hoping she got the double meaning.
She grabbed her phone from her purse and pulled me close to her.
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
"I want to take a picture of this moment. So that if I ever need to, for some odd reason, I can always look back and remember how happy you make me."
It was one of the best nights of my life. It was just an ordinary night, but extraordinary in every way, since I shared it with Spencer. I couldn't get that smile out of my head…that smile, that sparkle in her eyes.
It'd been way too long since I saw her smile like that.
I was suddenly awoken from thoughts, by the front door shutting.
I saw her pass by my office door, a sleeping Alyssa in her arms. I quickly made my way out of the office and followed her to the family room. She laid our sleeping beauty on the couch and kissed her on the forehead before covering her up with a blanket.
I leaned against the door frame and watched her as she gently stroked her hair. My eyes started to tear up, my chest tightened. I just wanted to reach out and touch her, caress her, hold her close to me. I missed her so much.
"She passed out as soon as I put her in the car. She had a long day," Spencer said, not bothering to look up at me.
Alyssa had started all-day kindergarten a couple weeks ago. She wasn't used to not getting a nap and every day she would come home a complete nightmare to deal with…or she would be asleep, like today.
"I bet," I said, choking out those two simple words.
"My mom picked the boys up from school. She's taking them to Chuck E. Cheese since she won't be here for their birthday party."
"Oh, okay. Um… did you need anything?" I asked quietly, nervously turning the ring on my finger, over and over.
Spencer looked up at me, a strange look on her face. But just as quickly as she looked up at me, she looked away.
"I went shopping before I picked her up; I left a few bags in the car. Can you grab them?"
She didn't look back at me. She just walked into the kitchen like I wasn't even in the room. This is how it had been for months. No conversation, no banter, no loving gestures, no... sparkle.
I should have never let it get to that point.
It was time.
It was time to put that sparkle back in her eyes.
It was time to put my marriage back together.
It was time to make us a happy family again.
I had to get all of that back, but first, I had to make my wife… fall in love with me again.
My apologies for it being so short. In the next few chapters you will find out what happened, while Ashley tries to win Spencer back. I want to hear your thoughts so far. Please?