The Nap: Part I

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The Nap

Part I

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

I’ll be there in half hour. I just have to run upstairs to get my wallet.

Trevor quickly sent the text as he got out of his truck and headed for his front door, debating stopping on the way to pick up more beer only to decide that he should also pick up pizza. A quick glance at the time told him that he better move his ass or he was going to end up missing the start of the game.

With that in mind, he went inside and headed upstairs, noting that the house seemed so empty without Zoe and the kids. As he headed upstairs, he considered sending Zoe a text to see how she was doing, but he didn’t want to bother her while she was working. He’d tried to get her to take the night off so that he that they could enjoy their first kid-free night together in months, but she needed to get this done this weekend so he was stuck spending the day with his cousins.

But, that was-

“Zoe?” he said, frowning when he walked into his bedroom to find his wife making the bed.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, licking her lips nervously when she saw him standing there.

“I forgot my wallet,” he said, frowning as he reached over to grab his wallet off the bureau while he took in their bedroom, noting the bouquets of white roses placed around the room, an open box of what looked suspiciously like Belgium chocolates on the nightstand, the lights were dimly lit, and she had a soft white nightie hung over the back of his chair, and-

“Are those new sheets?” he asked as a sneaking suspicion rolled his spine.

“No?”

“I see,” he murmured as he shot her one last look as he headed towards the bathroom to find the lights dimmed in there too, the bathtub filled with steaming hot water with white rose petals, a platter with chocolate cake drizzled in raspberry sauce and surrounded by chocolate dipped strawberries was set on the edge of the tub with a chilled bottle of apple juice with two glasses that had him shaking his head in disgust.

“It’s not what it looks like,” she said, shifting nervously as he took everything in and when he did…

The fucking betrayal stung.

“You planned this from the beginning, didn’t you?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief and laughing without humor, because he’d never thought that she would betray him, not after everything that they’d been through together, but here he was looking at the proof that she’d fucking played him.

Oh, she’d played him so fucking well.

“No?” she said, worrying her bottom lip seconds before she sighed and let her shoulders slump in defeat. “Yes.”

“How long, Zoe?” he bit out, needing to know.

“Five months,” she said with a wince. “But, it didn’t mean anything!”

“Didn’t mean anything?” he asked in disbelief as he stormed back into their bedroom and gestured wildly towards the proof that said otherwise.

“No, it doesn’t! It’s just…” she said, letting her words trail off with a sigh.

“It’s just what, Zoe?” he demanded, shaking his head in disgust as he waited for her to try to talk her way out of this one.

“It’s just that…” she started to trail off again with a sigh before she closed her eyes and said, “You’re not really good at taking naps,” while he stood there, glaring down at the woman that didn’t know what she was talking about.

“I fucking rock at taking naps,” he bit out as he toed off his boots and reached back and grabbed hold of his shirt and yanked it off, determined to show her that he was the fucking best.

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