Welcome! This week the word prompt is "hurry". While we don't want to hurry romance, my characters might be hurrying to the bedroom in another episode of "Too Late for Goodbye". Scroll down to return to Tuesday Tales. Thanks for stopping by.
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Jen wore a light jacket and sat in the double rocker on the porch. She held a glass of wine.
“I poured one for you. It’s in the kitchen. Hurry up.”
He retrieved his glass and joined her, slipping his arm over the back of the rocker.
“So my kids almost drowned
today and you practically went down with the ship?”
He caught the twinkle in her
eye. “Yep. It was quite a day.”
She laughed. “You’re pretty
cool about it.”
“I wasn’t,” he rubbed his
chin. “Nope. I was pretty pissed when Ethan pulled out the plug. And when the
boat started taking on water, I almost panicked. Sophie was screaming. Jesus.”
She patted his knee. “But
you didn’t panic, did you?”
“I kept my head, got the
kids out of the boat safely.”
“And you?”
“Well, okay. So I was up to
my knees in water. I managed to escape with nothing more than wet shoes and
pants.”
“You’re amazing, you know
that?” She put her hand on his thigh.
“Me? What did I do, except
risk the lives of your children?”
“They were wearing
life vests. No, you handled it like a father, like a parent. I’m impressed.”
He stared at the ground, put
his hand over hers, and smiled. “They’re great kids. But you already know
that.”
“You’re right. On both
counts.”
His smiled faded and he
faced her. “I don’t know how you do it. All by yourself. Everyday. Taking
complete responsibility. You’re the one who’s amazing.”
Jen yawned and stretched her arms. “Why don’t
you set the alarm for six?”
“What?”
“If I get up at six, I can
leave your bed before the kids wake up.”
He leaned down to kiss her.
“You got it. Six it is.”
Hand-in-hand they tiptoed up
the stairs, into Marty’s room, and closed the door.
