Melanie.
It's night and am upstairs. I know Malachi would come tonight.
Earlier today when he returned to the doctor's office, she informed him I was in perfect shape. And we could start making babies. She looked grim when she made that confession and I saw her struggle. She hated lying to him.
The love between them isn't carnal. It grows deep. I envied it.
There's a knock on the door and I don't need a soothsayer to know it's Malachi. I've memorized his knock. One knock and two light taps.
"Come in." I call in nervously.
This is the first time I'm sleeping with my husband and I don't know what to expect. Would he like what he sees? Would I like what I see?
He strolls in, wearing a black T shir, black sweat slacks. The V of his hips, tapers, invitingly. I tear my eyes away, forcefully. Am wearing a red colored lace night dress. It's see through and I see the way his eyes take me in. But his expression is blank.
