|A Couple of Years of Gardening (Chapter 1) (standard:romance, 1823 words) [1/10] show all parts|
|Author: kmr412002||Updated: Apr 27 2008||Views/Reads: 1708/988||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The courtship and marriage of a detective as told by his wife.|
A COUPLE YEARS OF GARDENING CHAPTER 1 I can hear the voice of the woman whose name I have grown to hate the sound of during the last few weeks. I have never met her, but know more than I care to know about her. Of course, it's not her fault, and I can blame my irrational feelings on hormones. Jack told me a about her a few weeks ago. A new district attorney had come on board. Martina was aggressive and had successfully prosecuted several tough to make cases; so she had instantly become the unit's heroine. I also have to admit that I have grown sort of fond of Martina. I have to admire anyone who is in any way responsible for Jack coming home to me in a better mood. I'm waiting in the captain's office. Jack and I made plans to meet for lunch. When I get to the department, he is on the phone, but the captain sees me and invites me in. He is about to become a grandfather for the first time and is interested in what is going on with my pregnancy. While we speak, a woman I just know has got to be Martina walks into the unit proclaiming she is officially on vacation. Nearly everyone gathers around her as she speaks of her plans. She looks just as I had imagined; perky and blonde with the tight little suit. As I stand by the office window, I catch sight of my reflection. I am not perky. I am exhausted. I am not blonde. I am frizzy. And I don't think I have ever owned a tight little suit, but I feel an irrational urge to tell someone that I was the one who was supposed to be flying off somewhere; that this wasn't really me; some trick of the heart had been played on me and before I knew it, I was having this man's baby. This man. Jack is still on the phone with his hand cupped around his ear as the noise level rises. When he finishes his call, he waves at Martina, and then makes his way to me and picks up my bag. When we step into the elevator, he pulls my head to his and kisses me more passionately than I expect. I ask, “What brought that on?” He looks at me puzzled, “What, I can't kiss my wife?” “The last time you kissed me like that, well, look what happened. Just look at me.” I say looking down at my stomach. I try to sound funny, but I don't feel funny. “Look at you? I know what brought this on. Baby, what do you think I see when I look at you?” “A very tired pregnant woman?" He smiles chewing that ever present little piece of gum in that smartass way that at one time annoyed me, but now fills me with sense of security that comes from knowing someone loves you when you haven't been that easy to love. I say, “Hey, don't you ever wish you were flying off somewhere?” I rub my lower back while vainly trying to keep the sarcasm from my voice. “What for? All I ever wished for is right here standing next to me.” All of sudden, I am ashamed of my self-pity and my eyes fill with tears. “I'm sorry. I just think I'm a little unnerved by that's happening to me, to us.” He kisses my forehead and takes my arm as we leave the building. As we head to the park, I already feel better just being with him. He smiles to himself every once and a while, like he has a wonderful secret. I figure he probably just finished up a case and wants to share what happened. As we approach our usual spot for lunch, Jack points to the bench by the duck pond. “This is when I knew.” “Knew what?” Click here to read the rest of this story (142 more lines)
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