He couldn’t help but notice a huge notebook peaking out of the stack and he wondered for a while whether or not he should break his partner’s trust by reading her precious diary. Minutes passed, but it seemed like an hour or even more, as he stood there, waiting for some kind of sign from above. At least, she would understand his curiosity, it was she to break the marital trust that one time in the beginning of their life together. Though, would she really?
He heard a key turning in the keyhole of the front door and hurried away from the fireplace, grabbing a random book on his way towards an armchair. It’s definitely not the time to talk about the contents of her diary.
“Honey, I’m home,” she chirped and smoothly entered the living room. “How was your day?”
He sighed and cleared his throat. He noticed her standing in the doorframe, radiant as always, and smiled to his beautiful wife. “You know how it always is. Made a couple of calls, nothing new. How is Meggie? Is she still mad at me?”
“Ah, of course not, Georgie,” she smiled softly. “She is still upset about the break-up, though. But she’s making progress, she’ll be fine. My sister is notorious for being a strong female figure of my family, you know.” She made her way to a fireplace and stopped to put an opened envelope on a shelf above it. “May made it for us, can you believe it? She might be the youngest, but I swear to God, she’s the most prominent of all my nephews. Possibly a genius, I would say,” Olivia turned to her husband. “You won’t forget to call Megan, will you?”
“You know I won’t, doll. Come,” he opened his arms, ready to embrace her. “I missed you.”
She giggled and rushed across the room. “I’m afraid I missed you more.”
“Impossible,” he run his fingers through her hair and tried to savour this moment to remember as he usually does. She travels a lot, and missing each other became a new standard of modern marriage for them. Olivia smiled and kissed him softly, barely pressing her lips against his; these “ghost kisses” will never get old, she loves teasing her spouse as much as she loves him. What can you say, she is passionate about him and needs him longing for her as well.
“Could you text me less next time I’m gone? You are annoying, ha-ha,” she couldn’t say it with straight face. There is something satisfying in seeing him get confused and then reassuring him that these small gestures of affection are the main highlights of her life as a stewardess.
Being newlyweds makes it all so easy for now, or this is what it seems to them. To Olivia it is like this at least. She would never get sick of George’s company, she knows that it’s merely impossible for a soulmate to feel this way. Adoring him was so natural and pleasant, she has never felt anything close to something like this. Their relationship was harmonious and melodic, (of course, not always: apparently, his half-brother attempted to change George’s mind about marrying her, when she admitted the affair) and it took more than two years to prepare their relationship to a marriage. Moreover, their deliberate decision to never have children made it all so clear and simple; it’s just as good as she imagined it to be.
Olivia doesn’t realise one thing her spouse has been hiding from her for a while and haven’t found a courage to admit it. He isn’t entirely on board with a possible adoption, or worse, not having kids at all. It’s a compromise they agreed to, however much he was displeased about it. The storm is coming, and he is not fully ready for the hit.
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