Chapter-1
I couldn't do it. This cannot happen. Nooooooooooo! I push back the laptop and sigh, my shoulders slouching in resignation. Composing myself five seconds later, I format the hard disk and switch off the laptop.
I get up from my desk and turn around to go back to bed. Brad is lying down with his laptop on the bed, working as usual. When he sees me all dejected coming back to bed, Brad switches off his laptop too and keeps it away. He usually works till four in the morning and it isn’t even 12 PM yet. What’s with him tonight, I wonder?
"Done with work so soon tonight?" I ask him, slightly bewildered.
"Yes, come here." He says pulling me towards him on the bed.
I gladly go cuddle him. I love his hugs. They make everything so much better.
"I am fine you know, you can get back to whatever you were working on," I tell him, trying to suppress a smile.
"I am done with my work for the day." He says and hugs me tighter. He smells so good.
Can a girl be any happier?
I am lost in my happy place when he asks me something and I miss it.
"I am sorry I didn’t hear you." I look up to him. I am sort of zoned out. Duh-uh.
"I asked you if you'd like to go for a breakfast date tomorrow." He smiles warmly at me.
"Brad, I am fine really, they were only a set of pictures for my blog and stuff. I can click the pictures again, and you found them all silly anyway."
"I know, what about the list of details?"
"I'll get it from Rhea. She has it, I believe." I tell him, pleasantly astonished that he pays enough attention to whatever I say, even if he finds it silly.
"Good, so waffles or pancakes for tomorrow?" he grins.
"I don’t understand, you found them so silly!" I tell him, grinning back at him.
"Baby girl, I did. I still do. But you were trying your hardest to recover the data from the past 24 hours, day and night. I know it meant something to you, no matter how silly." He kisses me. "I am so proud of you for trying that hard." He kisses me again.
Somebody seems to be in a good mood tonight, I think to myself as I get comfortable in his arms. I sort of fall in love with him all over again.
Is it okay to fall in love with the same person again and again? Does this happen to people often? Maybe that is what life is all about, these little moments. There is not a single defining moment that makes us fall in or out of love with someone. It is all these, seemingly insignificant gestures that build love over time. Love is work and not only words. I silently thank God for my blessed life, wondering what I did to deserve such a wonderful husband as I drift into a peaceful slumber.
