I think of that lazy afternoon we lay in bed; curtains drawn aside so I could see the rain outside. Louis was on his phone checking Facebook or some such mundane thing. I watched the rain fall; heavy droplets on the window pane. I was lost in thought thinking about everything and nothing really.
That was eons ago. We’re not teens anymore.
Today I lie in bed. Louis is still at my side and he’s still on his phone; this time probably checking his emails or chats. Now, there’s a baby at my bosom babbling in what we now call his fundle-dee language. I stroke his golden brown curls and smile at his struggle to sit up straight on my chest.
Louis is smiling at me too; wonder in his eyes. Did you ever think we’d last this long? he asks. I shake my head to say no, tears in my eyes. I wish you didn’t have to go so soon. Couldn’t you stay just a little longer? I ask again.
I can’t sweetheart, he says as he swings his legs off of the bed while pressing his lips to my forehead. I can see his mind is already elsewhere. I’ll see you next Saturday. 5 pm as always he says as he shuts the door behind him.