Today, I’m over at my twin-in-my-head’s blog, talking about what inspired the plot for The Trouble With Love!
Again, we have an awesome indie author, Kristin Hurd!
Krissy is working on her THIRD book, and I’m giving you a little sneak peek!
You can go home again
Atlanta Hartsfield Airport
Junior ran slightly ahead of me making airplane noises as he flew the toy plane the flight attendant gave him for being such a good boy during his first flight.I stared out of the window thinking about Ben the entire flight. Thoughts only interrupted by Junior asking questions or becoming restless. By the time we were in the air an hour Junior dozed off and was asleep in my lap the rest of the flight.
Tears welled up in my eyes as thought back to the evening before. Ben seemed so cold and distant when I told him I’d be going home and wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone.
“You want to come with us Ben?”
“You two can go. I’ll be sure to check up on you every now and again.” he said, washing his face over the bathroom sink as I stood next to him.
“You sure? You just got home and we’re leaving. We’ve never spent this much time apart.”
“You need to check on your dad and I have to get back to work anyway. Neither of us need the distraction.”
“Distraction Ben? Wow, really? Is that what we are to you?” I asked, tears filling my eyes.
“You know I didn’t mean it that way. You’re so got damn sensitive Tonya geez.” he pushed past me to get to his dresser.
“Is it a crime to miss my husband? You didn’t even want to make love to me last night. How am I supposed to feel?” I walked over to my side of the bed taking a seat with my back to him. I didn’t want him to see me crying. . . again.
“Look,” He said, changing his shirt, “Sometimes I’m not in the mood okay? I’m not always in the mood to make love to my wife. Is that a crime? Does that make me a bad guy? I’m really getting tired of this shit Tonya. I have to come home from being on the road and deal with your whining bullshit. I’m sorry I wasn’t in the mood last night and this argument isn’t making tonight look too promising either.”
I watched him walk out of the room not even bothering to glance in my direction. The next thing I heard was jingling keys and the front door closing. I knew our bed would be cold and lonely once again.