A thing beyond forever

Chapter-7

I am done for the day. I look at the time and its 11 PM. Where does the damn time fly? I grab my phone and call Sarah. She knows that I am busy all day long and so she doesn’t call or messages me. I sometimes want her to. I would be nice to think that she thinks of me every now and then during the day.

"Baby, home yet?" I ask her once she picks up.

"Nope, still at work." She says. She is always working really late. Most days this is how we roll. I pick her up on my way back home.

"Want me to pick you up?"

"Yeah and grab something to eat on the way?" I wonder what she has eaten all day long. I hope she doesn’t skip her lunch.

"Sure thing, love. Would you like to have Pizza?"

"Pizza will do just fine. I love you."

"Love you too sweetie pie." I hang up.

Twenty minutes later, I am outside her workplace waiting for her to come down when I see Rhea staring at me from the window and feel uneasy. Before I can dwell on it any further, I see Sarah rushing downstairs towards me. She is wearing a sundress sort of a thing with a sling bag. She is looking lovely, my sunshine.

I instantly feel a little guilty again. I never see her get ready for work. I have already left for work most days before she even wakes up. She loves to make a meal out of dressing up and is fussy over all the little things, like the correct shade of lip color or her scarf.

"Hey, baby girl." I kiss her.

"Hey, handsome" she blushes and kisses me back and we get inside the cab.

"How was your day?"

"Eventful, how was yours?"

"Really? What happened? My day was the same, over before I realized it was."

"Well, first of all, thank you for the cash. I got the money."

"You are welcome, sweetie." I smile at her.

"I needed a photographer for the magazine, Kara is busy with some other project, and I was asking people at work if they know someone when Matt turned up out of nowhere."

"Matt? Your ex-boyfriend,?" I ask.

"Yeah, we started talking and one thing led to another, well not like that!” she blushes and adds “and he asked if he could click the pictures for my magazine."

"What did you say?"

"I like his pictures and was pretty much desperate for a photographer so I agreed, provided obviously I pay him for his pictures.”

"Oh, good."

We reach home, have our dinner and go off to bed, too tired for anything else.