I’m back with more Bianca and Wesley. Their marriage is a bit complicated. What happens when one of them wants something the other doesn’t?
She had held up her end of the bargain, tending to their home while he was away, and being the dutiful wife attending to his needs when he returned home. All while managing to graduate magna cum laude. Things remained good between them even after she took a job as a social worker at a birthing center. Wesley hadn’t even balked when she had begun taking online classes to get her master’s in social work. Mostly because she had promised to only take one class at a time during the fall and spring semesters.
Flopping down on the sofa, she dropped her head into her hands. Why was life so complicated? Why was he so complicated? Their marriage had survived their falling out over her wanting an education and fulfilling a childhood dream. And now they both were happy in careers they loved. However, the next major challenge they faced, still until this day, continued to drive a wedge between them.
She had been so happy to come home from work that day to find Wesley relaxing in the recliner, watching television with a bottle of beer turned up to his full, kissable lips. Man, how she wished she was that green glass bottle. She sure could use the comfort of his firm lips.
Work had been emotionally draining that particular day. The young woman she’d been counseling had suffered her third miscarriage within a span of two years. Although she was there providing emotional support for the woman, Bianca had left work feeling inadequate. No amount of consoling had eased the pain of the woman’s loss. Only time would hopefully heal the client’s broken heart and spirit. So coming home to find her man there was exactly what she needed to lighten the heaviness surrounding her.
Bianca took a moment to stay rooted at the door taking in the vision before her. As long as she lived, she would never grow tired of admiring his masculine physique. Her fingers were itching to caress the biceps nearly bursting out of the sleeves of the black t-shirt he wore. And then those same dainty fingers would take their time, going down his powerful thighs and calves, that were clad in denim, to massage his large, bare feet.
Dropping her purse and attaché case to the floor, she ran throwing herself into his arms. She wasn’t disappointed by the strong bands of steel wrapping her in a tight squeeze full of love.
I hope you enjoyed this month’s episode.
Until next time,