6. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
-Kace-
A nnabella was not at all what I expected. I thought she was a little shy, probably not a person with a lot of backbone either, but that morning she made me see I might have underestimated her a little.
I had to rectify the situation, though. She wouldn’t want to stay if I made her feel like nothing but a breeder.
“I do not think like that,” I stated, seeing her eyes narrow a little, and I understood why she did it.
“You said people were not being honest with themselves about not wanting kids,” she retorted, her tone harsh and cold.
“Couldn’t that be true?” I asked.
“Many people have kids without being honest about not wanting them,” she countered.
I opened my mouth but slowly closed it. “I guess you have a point,” I said.
“Really?” she inquired.
“Yes.”
“Because I will not have a lot of kids, so you can say you have them, but then force me to take care of them,” she snarled, setting a clear boundary right away.
“Is that what you think will happen?” I questioned.
“Many people think women are worthless if they don’t have children, but they often also leave all the caretaking to them. So yes,” she snapped.
“That won’t happen.” I shook my head a little.
She looked at me with clear suspicion in her eyes, and I understood why, but I needed to convince her that I was speaking the truth, despite what I had said.
“How can I trust that now?” she inquired.
“I take my words back,” I stated.
“You already said them,” she countered, and I knew she was right. But honestly, I had not gotten this far in our marriage yet. I just wanted to see if she was even someone I could trust.
“Maybe we wait on the kids part,” I suggested.
“I think that would be good,” she said.
“But you do want them?”
“I… do,” she replied.
“You hesitated,” I remarked.
“I just… had an idea.”
“Of?” I asked.
“Of my life,” she replied.
“Which was?” I pressed.
She shook her head, clearly not wanting to say it, but I already knew what she was thinking about. Someone else had her heart, but she still married me.
“Very well.” I finished the discussion.
“Maybe we start smaller,” she suggested.
“Okay.”
“Dates,” she suggested.
“Dates? Aren’t we married?” I asked with a small smile.
“We are, but married people still go on dates. You know, keep the romance alive. And we have done this in the wrong order,” she explained. “Maybe going on dates wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Can it be done from home?”
I didn’t want to leave the house and risk having my picture taken in this state.
“Sure,” she replied.
“Sure?” I echoed.
“We could do movie nights, dinner dates, play some games,” she suggested.
“I like that.”
“So, how often do you have time for it?” she inquired.
“How often do you want us to spend time together?” I asked.
She shrugged a little. “I mean, we could agree to eat dinner together and breakfast on the days we don’t have work.”
“I work late.”
“I could come to your office… bedroom… office… What can I call it?” she questioned.
“Bedroom is fine,” I replied.
“We could eat while you work, and I could leave right after,” she suggested.
“All right.”
“And then we could do a date once a week or once every second week on the weekends.”
“I could make room for that,” I assured her.
I was enjoying this, I noticed, as we made plans regarding how our marriage would work.
“Good, then we should start there,” she stated.
“I agree,” I said.
“What do you want to do first?” she inquired.
“First?”
“For our date,” she said. “I could even cook to make it special.”
“You cook?” I asked.
“I do. At least well enough so people can eat it, but if you hope for a five-course meal, you might get disappointed. I make spaghetti, though,” she said, and a soft chuckle left me without me even realizing.
Annabella smiled and pointed at me. “Ha, so he can laugh!”
I shook my head, yet the smile did not disappear.
“Movie night?” she ended up suggesting.
“Let’s start there.”
“Let’s.”
We smiled at each other as we continued to eat.