Fearing she might be in my house, I tiptoed up the steps. Before reaching for the door, I listened for any movement inside the house. All was quiet. Turning the door handle, I slowly opened the door and peaked in. Looking toward the kitchen, everything looked to be in place. Sitting my purse down on the sofa, I tiptoed down the hall to my bedroom. The house was exactly as I had left it this morning. Breathing a sigh of relief, I went back to get my purse. Shutting the front door, I locked it. I checked the backdoor and all the windows in the house. All was secure, but held onto my cell phone.
Waiting for Tony to come home, I sat in the quiet wondering if I should mention Mildred’s phone conversation I overheard. He was worried enough with the upcoming meeting in Italy, so I decided not to bother him about Mildred. I would have to do the best I could to keep my eye on her.
The sun was setting when Tony pulled into the driveway. Getting up, I went to the kitchen, flipped on the light laying my cell phone on the counter. Flipping open the calendar to June, I sat in the chair. “Jess,” Tony called as he opened the door.
“I’m in the kitchen. Did you get everything finished at the blood bank?”
Tony came up behind me and kissed the top of my head before going to the refrigerator. “Yes, I did.” Tony took a drink from his flask and continued, “I believe we’ll be opening sooner than father expected.”
“That’s nice. Do you know when?”
“Since I have the meeting in a couple of weeks, I’m thinking as soon as we get back.” Tony stopped at the table. He moved my hair from around my face, gently placing his hand under my chin. I looked up at him with a straight face. I wanted to tell him about Mildred, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. He leaned down and passionately kissed me. “I missed you,” he softly said.
“I missed you.” I stood up and hugged him with my eyes fixated on the front door. Tony and I released our hug. He went to his recliner, I went to the bedroom. Getting the paper and pen from the nightstand, I started writing my vows. I knew exactly what I was going to say.
Tony, when I first met you, I knew you were the one for me. You have loved and protected me through everything we’ve been through together. My heart is yours forever .
Satisfied with what I had written, I put the paper in an envelope. Opening the closet door, I moved the blankets I had stacked on the top shelf. Finding my tin box, I placed the envelope inside and put it back. Shutting the closet door, I leaned against it. Taking in a deep breath, I knew nothing was ever going to come between us and went to the kitchen.
Grabbing a drink out of the refrigerator, I went to the sofa. “You’re quiet this evening,” he said.
“I am? ”
“Is anything bothering you?” he asked raising his eyebrow.
Tony knew me well enough to know when I had worries. I tried hard not to show it, but Tony saw right through me. “Why do you ask?”
“Jess, is something bothering you?”
“I just have the wedding on my mind and Italy.” Mildred was the one on my mind.
Tony got up and came over to the sofa. Taking my hair, he twirled it around his finger. “I’m not the least bit nervous about the wedding. You are finally going to be my wife, and Italy will be okay because father will be there with me. The mess doesn’t pertain to me, just the rules. I do need to know them, so I won’t mess up myself,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Does your father know the rules?” I asked.
“He is as new to this as am I. If any questions come up, my father will be sure and ask.”
“I trust your father will take care of you in my absence. He had
Waiting for Tony to come home, I sat in the quiet wondering if I should mention Mildred’s phone conversation I overheard. He was worried enough with the upcoming meeting in Italy, so I decided not to bother him about Mildred. I would have to do the best I could to keep my eye on her.
The sun was setting when Tony pulled into the driveway. Getting up, I went to the kitchen, flipped on the light laying my cell phone on the counter. Flipping open the calendar to June, I sat in the chair. “Jess,” Tony called as he opened the door.
“I’m in the kitchen. Did you get everything finished at the blood bank?”
Tony came up behind me and kissed the top of my head before going to the refrigerator. “Yes, I did.” Tony took a drink from his flask and continued, “I believe we’ll be opening sooner than father expected.”
“That’s nice. Do you know when?”
“Since I have the meeting in a couple of weeks, I’m thinking as soon as we get back.” Tony stopped at the table. He moved my hair from around my face, gently placing his hand under my chin. I looked up at him with a straight face. I wanted to tell him about Mildred, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. He leaned down and passionately kissed me. “I missed you,” he softly said.
“I missed you.” I stood up and hugged him with my eyes fixated on the front door. Tony and I released our hug. He went to his recliner, I went to the bedroom. Getting the paper and pen from the nightstand, I started writing my vows. I knew exactly what I was going to say.
Tony, when I first met you, I knew you were the one for me. You have loved and protected me through everything we’ve been through together. My heart is yours forever .
Satisfied with what I had written, I put the paper in an envelope. Opening the closet door, I moved the blankets I had stacked on the top shelf. Finding my tin box, I placed the envelope inside and put it back. Shutting the closet door, I leaned against it. Taking in a deep breath, I knew nothing was ever going to come between us and went to the kitchen.
Grabbing a drink out of the refrigerator, I went to the sofa. “You’re quiet this evening,” he said.
“I am? ”
“Is anything bothering you?” he asked raising his eyebrow.
Tony knew me well enough to know when I had worries. I tried hard not to show it, but Tony saw right through me. “Why do you ask?”
“Jess, is something bothering you?”
“I just have the wedding on my mind and Italy.” Mildred was the one on my mind.
Tony got up and came over to the sofa. Taking my hair, he twirled it around his finger. “I’m not the least bit nervous about the wedding. You are finally going to be my wife, and Italy will be okay because father will be there with me. The mess doesn’t pertain to me, just the rules. I do need to know them, so I won’t mess up myself,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Does your father know the rules?” I asked.
“He is as new to this as am I. If any questions come up, my father will be sure and ask.”
“I trust your father will take care of you in my absence. He had
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