Micheal pulled into his driveway and leaned back against the seat. Enjoying the cool breeze blowing from the A/C in comparison to the heat he could witness dance across the walkway like little fairies.
I wish just once that she could park her car better. This slanted shit needs to stop. Feels like I’m going to hit her car if I crack my door at this point.
He turned off the car and eased the door open, coming super close to the grey sedan. Sighing, he snatched up his backpack off the passenger seat and eased it through the crack onto the roof. With a fair amount of wiggling and grunting, he squeezed out of the car.
Pregnancy cannot be that bad that she can’t even take the time to park within the white lines I painted. Maybe it’s time for a new prescription on those star-gazers.
The car door closing wasn’t loud to him but he heard the dogs barking away. They must be sitting at the front door wagging their tails waiting for him. He snatched his backpack and trudged through the smarmy humidity towards home-front.
“Move,” his wife shouted and threw open the front door.
She left nothing but the glass screen separating them and that wasn’t even for a few seconds. She tossed it open letting the two small ones rush out and bombard his shin. The two yorkies climbed his legs, wagging their tail, and breathing like an office cop chasing down suspects.
“You weren’t going to tell me you went from patrol cop to some special division? Didn’t we talk about this?” Sally raised an eyebrow, hands holding up the balloon she called a stomach.
“You did talk about this and I didn’t agree.” Micheal stepped around the dogs, carefully not to step on their paws.
Sally stared at him, hard. Only after a brief moment did she sigh, loudly, and step out the way, walking her bloated ass back into the living room.
“Well, I’m not cooking. So if you are hungry, go find something for you to eat.” She marched off into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Sighing, Micheal dropped his bag on the living room chair and went to fetch a beer out the fridge. He looked down at the two rats circling him like vultures. Sighing, he grabbed dog treats off the rack by the fridge and went back to the living room. Snapping off the lid on the beer and tossing it into the little bin on the side of the couch.
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The rats jumped up on either side of him, wagging their tails while looking at his hand. He tossed a treat each in two directions and then took a sip of his beer. Both of them came rushing back, crunching on the treats. They laid down on the cushion like Sphinxes, looking at him for the second goody.
Greedy bastards.
Snorting, Micheal shot forward, picking up the remote. The exact moment he raised the bottle to his lip, Sally came out dressed as if she was going out. He held the bottle against his lip as he watched her walts towards her bag sitting on the hallway table. An earring struggling to escape her gasp and not be stuck into her ear.
Why the hell is she wearing a strapless, beige dress with her belly that bloated? Better yet, why the hell does she dress as if she’s going out or something? It’s a work day.
“Where are you going?” He leaned and choked the bottle by the neck.
“Out,” she said.
“Out where?” He bounced up and took a swig of his beer.
Sally gave him an exhausted look and finally managed to get her earring in. “Me and my friends are going to have a girl night. I’ll be back before ten.”
“Sal,” Micheal said, softly. “You aren’t single anymore. Why are you following your single non-pregnant friends out? Or is this your way of telling me you don’t want to be in a relationship? Because I can sign the divorce papers now and not waste anymore of our time.”
“Mike, stop.” She grabbed her phone out of the bag. “It’s not a big deal for me to go to the club and sit down. I’m not going to be drinking or anything. Just hanging out with the girls, while listening to music. In fact…” She put her phone back into the bag and checked to see if her keys were inside. “They aren’t even single anymore.”
“If you want to hang out, why not go to the spa? Or movies or even a coffee shop or lounge.” He put his hand against the wall and tried not to raise his voice. “The club is for single people or married people trying to fuck single people. I don’t even understand why you would even want to associate yourself with that kind of stigma unless you are saying you don’t want to be married.”
“Mike,” she said with a little base. “Stop. You are over thinking and it’s really not like you are saying. I’m going and that’s that. If you want to sit at home wallowing about me spending some personal time then go ahead. But I’ll be back around ten and I’m not going to be in a mood to listen to your nonsense.”
Micheal closed his eyes and finished off his drink. He turned around and marched across the living to the back patio. Patting his leg, he looked at the doggies.
“Come on, boys.”
The rats ran around his ankles and shot out the door the moment he slid the glass door open. He dropped the bottle in the big bin and snatched another one from the outdoor fridge. The front door slammed shut and not too long after the rats brought him a saliva covered ball. The revving of a car shooting out the driveway reached his ears.
“Just the three of us,” Micheal said, tossing the ball into the mossy grass.