Eric parked his Mini in the driveway, then touched up his make-up, not wanting his wife to see that he had been crying. Encountering Derrick helped a lot, but he was still shaken up by that woman on the treadmill. He didn't want Laura to know about what happened. He knew that it would upset her and with her current pregnancy, Eric didn't want to complicate things.
Walking into their house, still wearing the sports bra and yoga pants that he had worn at the gym, he found his wife in the rec-room, sitting in her favorite reclining arm chair, watching TV. It looked like some mindless action film. Eric cringed a little, shaking his head. Like a lot of men, he preferred romantic comedies, or just romance. Upon entering the room, Eric suddenly became alarmed, seeing the bottle in his wife's hand.
"Laura, what is that? You know you're not supposed to ..."
"Relax, babe," she said, holding it up. "It's just a coke. I'm not going to risk harming our baby."
Eric settled down, but still looked distraught, from earlier. But it seemed that Laura didn't notice, fortunately. Her eyes were glued to the TV once again. Seeing that his 8-month pregnant wife was preoccupied, Eric headed to the mistress bedroom to change out of these clothes and into something more fitting for the house-husband that he was.
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Angel sat at the kitchen table, now wearing a fluffy robe over his nightgown, when suddenly his wife Hannah rushed into the room, all dressed up for work in her usual suit and tie combo. "Fuck, I'm gonna be late," she muttered, grabbing the plate of bacon and eggs that Angel had already made for her. She was in such a rush, though, that she skipped the eggs, which annoyed Angel. After all, he had spent a lot of his time making that. But then he sighed. What did he expect? This wasn't really anything new. It seemed like Hannah was always in a rush, usually favoring her job over their marriage. The only thing they actually did together anymore was have sex, and usually not when Angel was in the mood for it. Was that all Angel was to her? Someone to fuck?
"Well, maybe if you didn't insist on having sex with me this morning ..." Angel began, but then stopped, thinking maybe he made a mistake by bringing it up.
"Hey, I've got urges, babe," she said. "And don't deny that you loved every moment of it," Hannah added, with a smirk. Then she bent down slightly and briefly kissed Angel, who was still seated at the table. "Well, gotta go. Love ya," she said, then grabbed her briefcase and headed out the door.
Angel just sat there and sighed.
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Earlier ...
Sergeant Steven Ross was talking to his wife Jessica over a video link on his computer. Currently, he was stationed in the Middle East and was still on his second tour. He hadn't seen his wife in a while, besides communicating to her through his computer, of course, and wanted to get back to her, just as much as she wanted him back. But he was a soldier first and he had a duty. He was apologizing for contacting her so early. After all, back in the States, it was early morning, while where he was stationed, it was the afternoon. He was about to go on a dangerous mission and wanted to see his wife one more time, just in case ...
Suddenly, there was a FLASH, momentarily making the Sergeant think that they were being attacked by the enemy. But there was no sound accompanied with it. Strange. Turning back to the computer, Sergeant Jessica Ross said her goodbyes to her husband Steven, who visibly worried about her safety. But Jessica was very good at her job. One of the best soldiers in her unit, really. But she wasn't too brash about it, unlike some of the other women in her unit. Chances were good that she'd make it through this mission ... but war was war. And there was always the possibility that this mission might be her last.