Thread: The Name on The Mailbox Reads Jones  (DeRe & AndNich123)

559. The numbers blared, lit up in red. In a few seconds they would change, bringing on the new day. As they changed, music was released into the air, and Amy stirred. Her fingers reached for the contraption, though her eyes were not even opened. It was a well rehearsed dance, one she did five days out of the week. Two buttons over to the left and press. Now she knew she had ten more minutes, but by the time the music sounded once more, she would not be in the room. As inviting as the softness of the satin sheets and the warmth the bed held was, the day would wait for no one. She would take a few minutes to brush her locks from her face and rub her eyes until the ceiling above came into perfect focus. He was in bed next to her, still sleeping peacefully. This was a part of her day, one she would not be denied, that she enjoyed. Him, resting, close to her, without a care in the world as he was lost in slumber. In the soft glow of the coming morning light he looked ethereal. It took everything she had not to reach over and touch his face, but she didnt want to disturb him. Soon enough the alarm clock would do that. Minutes was all she had. It was all she needed to make her way into the kitchen and start the coffee. Coffee, her mind beckoned, urging her to slip from the bed and tip toe into the kitchen. Her body needed the sweet relief the caffeine would bring. As far as habits go, drinking coffee every morning was certainly not the worst she could do. In no time at all, the machine barely made a sound as the blue light around the silver button let her know the aroma of coffee would soon fill the air. Yawning, she stretched before noticing the list on the refrigerator. As the first drops hit the glass pot, she pulled it from the magnet holding it into place. Hmmmm. Lets see. Flour, eggs, milk, sugar. Amy smiled. Two cakes in one week. Hes going to become spoiled. Ill just double up and make the same cake for his birthday that Im making for the block party this weekend. Bailey needs to go to the doctor this week as well. She rolled her eyes. Thats always fun. Lifting her gaze, she listened carefully. There was no sound from Bailey, and she wasnt sure if she heard movement from the bedroom. Looking back at her list, she began again. I need to stop by the dry cleaners today as well. I hope they were able to remove that stain. That is the last time I cook with hot sauce again. I need to stop by and pick up his birthday present too. I cant forget that. Now lets see. What can I get him this year? Amy was lost in thought when she was sure she finally heard movement from the bedroom. I know! Her mind snapped closed on her idea, and her face lit up. Perfect! I know exactly where to go to get it too! Turning towards the coffee, she left the list on the counter. As she poured two cups of coffee, she cleared her throat, ready to tell him her plans. Good morning sweet heart. After work today Ive got a few errands to run. I may try to take care of one of them on my lunch hour. The clothes are ready at the dry cleaners, and I need to go to the market. Bailey needs to go to the, she paused, you know what, she finished, her tone deeper. You know he hates it, but its time for his shots. I wont have him infested with fleas or something. So you take him. Amy wasnt going to mention his birthday, but as she looked into those eyes, those mesmerizing eyes of his that gripped her heart and warmed her body, she couldnt resist. Happy birthday my love. I hope today is everything you want. Putting her cup down, she made her way over to him and embraced him. After I finish my coffee, Im going to take a shower. Join me if you like. The morning passed, and Amy was out of the door and on her way to work. Her job wasnt fabulous, or one that would earn any notoriety, but she was happy. Not having any children of her own, Amy decided to have a career in the school system. Those were her children in a sense, all of them. She would do everything within her power to take care of them. It was a career she always knew she wanted. Excelling in school, she plotted her course in college to put her life on the proper path. Never did she let anything keep from her goals. She had the few indiscretions from time to time, but Amy discarded them, knowing they could never keep her from the finish line. Only once did someone truly get to her so much so that she could not shake him, and in the end, she did the only thing she could do. She married him. It was days like today she recalled how they met, their first date, and how their relationship progressed. Had it been on his birthday when their relationship took a serious leap to the next level? No. It was her birthday, and she decided to treat herself that night. She had no idea just how much of a treat that night would be. The dry cleaners was closed that day, a personal issue, or so the note on the door said. One errand done and far easier than she thought it would be. Her stop at the market went off easy as well. She even picked up some flowers for him. Granted some might think a woman should receive flowers instead of giving them, Amy did not care. To her, they were a symbol to her husband of just how much she loved him. One more stop to make, and Amy hoped it wouldnt take long. It was during the week, and that might pose a problem, but getting him his birthday present was the most important thing. She was willing to pay handsomely for it if need be. Later than she had hoped, Amy returned home. With no time to bake him a cake, she decided to improvise. Frosting. That was all he would get, but in the way she presented it, she knew he wouldnt mind. She was ready for him when he got home. Once more, she rushed to embrace him. Youre home! Im so happy to see you! Ive got a surprise for you. I hope you dont mind, but I wrapped your present. Oh come see, she exclaimed, taking him by the hand and leading him further inside. Its here, in the game room. Oh I hope you like it baby. Opening the door to their game room, she flipped the light on. There, restrained to a table with bright red ribbon, was a brunette. She was naked, the chocolate frosting intended for his cake painted on her body. Her mouth was gagged with the remains of her panties. She starred at him with wide eyes full of fear. The flowers were spread out around, as if framing her body. Amy squeezed his hand, her face beaming. I hope you like her baby. Happy birthday. I love you.