whispered back.
Kissing my ear he said, “I wasn’t laughing at you, I’m sorry. I was thinking about what we were talking about before. Liza’s loser becoming a pirate. What the hell does that mean; she thinks he’s a pirate?”
“Yeah, it is kind of funny. He does reenactments of pirates, I guess. And the pirate group he’s in all hang out in their pirate garb at the bar and pretend to be pirates together. It could be sexy, you never know.”
Chris chuckled again. “Sexy, I’m not sure about. Silly ass grown men dressed as pirates hanging out at the bar is not what I would think of as sexy, but I guess if you are Johnny Depp, you can be sexy wearing anything.” He had a point.
“I don’t think he has to be wearing anything to be sexy. Johnny Depp, I mean, not this loser pirate guy. But I’m sure for me he couldn’t do what you just did,” I said as I gently massaged his shoulders.
“So what else did you all do tonight besides fantasize about sexy pirates?”
“We went to the old pool I’ve told you about near her house,” I paused. “And Will was there.” I told Chris every immature thing Will had said to me and how uncomfortable I was. Chris was so secure in our relationship, he’d always been fine with the friendship Will and I had over the years. But since I lived halfway across the country, I almost never saw Will, even if we did talk on the phone weekly. I’m sure if I saw him more, Chris might not have understood why we remained close friends. I knew I wouldn’t want Chris to be close to an ex-girlfriend.
“Nikki, I’m sure he was just playing around and joking with you. Did he even get in the pool?”
“No, he didn’t, but men should know not to even joke with another woman if they are in a committed relationship. I mean he’s about to get married! It’s just not right. I’m sure Rebecca’s not out hitting on old boyfriends. I’m not even sure if I should go to this wedding. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable at her own wedding. I know Will doesn’t love me anymore, and I’m not a threat to their relationship. But I wouldn’t have wanted an ex of yours at our wedding.” My thoughts drifted to our wedding. Chris drifted to sleep. We got married in Vegas. In a sleepy state I remembered the dress, the minister, and my father walking me down the aisle. There was no rehearsal, so we practically ran down a twenty five foot aisle, and within ten minutes, Chris and I were married. We celebrated our wedding evening with lots of sex, on the couch by the window, on the bed, and in the shower. I guess we made up early for the years of parenting that would come later where sex only happened in taboo places or not at all. We never saw it coming. But it happens to many married couples with kids; or at least it’s what we hear. Who knows, really? Maybe all of our friends are getting it every day and laughing at us because we always talk about how we don’t have the time or energy. Sleep came easily for me, but I was starting to feel a bit down and yet nostalgic at the same time. I had dreams of rope swings tied to big trees, small twigs sticking up from the ground becoming trees tall enough to overtake an entire house, a hammock tied between two pines, and a little girl watching the birds eating seeds from the pine cones above her. Meadows, blue skies, and flowers turned to salt water pools and naïve girls giggling. My mind was opening and letting in the past.
Chapter Four
The next day was a blur. Chris and I took advantage of the beautiful weather and took the kids to Williamsburg for a history lesson not quite at the level of a three year old and a thirteen month old, but they both enjoyed watching the Clydesdales. Chris even splurged for a carriage ride for us all. If anything, we got some great pictures for the scrapbooks I thought I might actually have time to work on one day.
The wind howled, and in the afternoon, dark clouds covered Williamsburg and turned it
Kissing my ear he said, “I wasn’t laughing at you, I’m sorry. I was thinking about what we were talking about before. Liza’s loser becoming a pirate. What the hell does that mean; she thinks he’s a pirate?”
“Yeah, it is kind of funny. He does reenactments of pirates, I guess. And the pirate group he’s in all hang out in their pirate garb at the bar and pretend to be pirates together. It could be sexy, you never know.”
Chris chuckled again. “Sexy, I’m not sure about. Silly ass grown men dressed as pirates hanging out at the bar is not what I would think of as sexy, but I guess if you are Johnny Depp, you can be sexy wearing anything.” He had a point.
“I don’t think he has to be wearing anything to be sexy. Johnny Depp, I mean, not this loser pirate guy. But I’m sure for me he couldn’t do what you just did,” I said as I gently massaged his shoulders.
“So what else did you all do tonight besides fantasize about sexy pirates?”
“We went to the old pool I’ve told you about near her house,” I paused. “And Will was there.” I told Chris every immature thing Will had said to me and how uncomfortable I was. Chris was so secure in our relationship, he’d always been fine with the friendship Will and I had over the years. But since I lived halfway across the country, I almost never saw Will, even if we did talk on the phone weekly. I’m sure if I saw him more, Chris might not have understood why we remained close friends. I knew I wouldn’t want Chris to be close to an ex-girlfriend.
“Nikki, I’m sure he was just playing around and joking with you. Did he even get in the pool?”
“No, he didn’t, but men should know not to even joke with another woman if they are in a committed relationship. I mean he’s about to get married! It’s just not right. I’m sure Rebecca’s not out hitting on old boyfriends. I’m not even sure if I should go to this wedding. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable at her own wedding. I know Will doesn’t love me anymore, and I’m not a threat to their relationship. But I wouldn’t have wanted an ex of yours at our wedding.” My thoughts drifted to our wedding. Chris drifted to sleep. We got married in Vegas. In a sleepy state I remembered the dress, the minister, and my father walking me down the aisle. There was no rehearsal, so we practically ran down a twenty five foot aisle, and within ten minutes, Chris and I were married. We celebrated our wedding evening with lots of sex, on the couch by the window, on the bed, and in the shower. I guess we made up early for the years of parenting that would come later where sex only happened in taboo places or not at all. We never saw it coming. But it happens to many married couples with kids; or at least it’s what we hear. Who knows, really? Maybe all of our friends are getting it every day and laughing at us because we always talk about how we don’t have the time or energy. Sleep came easily for me, but I was starting to feel a bit down and yet nostalgic at the same time. I had dreams of rope swings tied to big trees, small twigs sticking up from the ground becoming trees tall enough to overtake an entire house, a hammock tied between two pines, and a little girl watching the birds eating seeds from the pine cones above her. Meadows, blue skies, and flowers turned to salt water pools and naïve girls giggling. My mind was opening and letting in the past.
Chapter Four
The next day was a blur. Chris and I took advantage of the beautiful weather and took the kids to Williamsburg for a history lesson not quite at the level of a three year old and a thirteen month old, but they both enjoyed watching the Clydesdales. Chris even splurged for a carriage ride for us all. If anything, we got some great pictures for the scrapbooks I thought I might actually have time to work on one day.
The wind howled, and in the afternoon, dark clouds covered Williamsburg and turned it
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