Do I want to save this marriage CH 8

Do I want to save this marriage

Ch 8

I slowly slipped into consciousness. Bright sunlight shone in my face and I raised my hand to block it out until my eyes adjusted. Looking around me, I realized that I was back in my own hotel room. Cuddled up in front of me being the little spoon, Steph slept soundly. She was wearing a pair of pink silk pajama bottoms and a light purple sports bra. An arm draped over my waist, I turned my head to see Cindy snuggled behind me as the biggest spoon. She had on a pair of black boy shorts and a gray spaghetti strap top. I slowly inched my way out from between them and stood at the foot of the bed. Still asleep, Cindy scooted across the gap I left and wrapped her arm under Steph’s and her hand slipped up to cradle her breast. Steph wiggled her butt and inched as close to Cindy as she could. I then reached down to her left hand slowly and gently removed her wedding/engagement ring combo, she was once so proud of.

I stretched my back and raised my arms above my head to get as full of a stretch as I could. Glancing at the clock radio, I saw that we had slept most of the morning away and it was reaching noon. I shuffled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stepping out of my boxers, I climbed in and let out a deep sigh as the hot water pelted my sore body. After a few relaxing moments I washed and rinsed. Turning off the water, I climbed out and dried myself off. Tiptoeing into the room, I rummaged around my bag, stowing the rings inside my carry on bag and found a pair of cargo shorts and a v-neck t-shirt. Slipping my sandals on, I grabbed my wallet and room key and headed down to the restaurant. I slipped out the door and quietly eased it closed. Walking down to the front lobby.

As I waited behind an elderly lady checking in at the front desk, I saw a large white van pull up to the glass double doors. A man in a blue coverall stepped out and walked in. He went to the side of the front desk and rapped on the wooden door labeled “Manager on Duty.” A man stepped out of the office and they had a conversation in Spanish. My Spanish was rusty so I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but then I heard the driver say our last name.

“Excuse me, that is me. Can I help you?” I walked over to the two men and the driver gave me a huge smile. Breaking into heavily accented English, he told me that he was from the airport and they had found my luggage. He explained that they felt so bad that it took so long, they wanted to drive it over and deliver it personally. I thanked him profusely and shook his hand. We walked out to the van and he unloaded our two bags. I went to hand him a large tip, but he politely refused. He shook my hand and backed his way to the driver’s door. I thanked him again and he climbed in and drove off.

I then lugged the bags back up to the room, eased the door open and placed the bags in the room, leaving mine nearest the door. I then took my laptop bag in hand and left the room heading

down to get some food. As I sat at my table eating my breakfast alone, the waitress brought over a tray of fresh fruit and toast for me to take back to my room. I then started making my phone calls, first to my lawyer, I told him I would be needing him to get started on my divorce papers.