I was exhausted. 

I had never thought taking David to the gym would be such a trial for me. I had to give it my all not to growl at the other alphas just for looking at him. I had nailprints in my palm from holding myself back every time Fahrid made a remark. I had to physically restrain myself by holding my chair every time Gregory made a move against David. Every fibre of me wanted to protect my omega and show everyone he's mine. But I couldn't. 

Besides, he wasn't mine. Patrick was mine. David was his own.

Taking him to the gym had been Patrick's idea, and I had immediately agreed without thinking it through. Mostly because I was too excited to get his permission to be in the ring again. Patrick hated it if I went there. He hated any violent behaviour on my part. Said it was unladylike. I had quit kickboxing for him and even teaching self-defense at the omega center. The fact that, despite his feelings, he had suggested I’d take David fighting was understandable, though. 

He had figured teaching David how to fight would make him strong and independent and no longer in need of his alpha. Which meant I could get out of his life without feeling guilty about it.

Then again, with what I experienced today, a horrible thought had entered my mind... What if I didn't want to?

I had arrived home without realising it. But the second our apartment building came into view I forced myself jump off my train of thoughts and get into my good wife mode.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one thinking of trying my best in this marriage. I came home to a candle-lit apartment, the smell of roast chicken and melted butter protruding my nostrils. The table was set, and had a bouquet of fresh cut roses standing on it, next to a bottle of red wine.

I smiled as I looked for Patrick, but he was nowhere in sight. I did hear a fast ticking sound coming from the kitchen, so carefully made my way there and found him busy whipping up cream. He was wearing an apron. And jeans. And no shirt.

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his cheek.

“What are you doing?” I said teasingly, as if I didn’t know.

“Whipping cream for your desert, of course…” he said, turning around slowly, holding up the spatula so that the cream dripped all over his arm. “Oh whoops…”

I smiled and caught the drip just as it rolled down over his bicep, slowly licking up all the way to his hand.

“Mmm… I like this desert.” I said. Then I took his hand and licked his fingers clean, slowly sucking them one by one.

“But desert normally comes after dinner Chris.” He teased, sliding his other hand down over my back to grab my ass.

“How long until the chicken is ready?” I asked.

“Fourteen minutes.” Patrick answered, glancing at the clock. His tone of voice suggested exactly what I was thinking, so I went and said it.

“We can make that.”

Patrick smiled, and I dragged him to the bedroom. As took his time taking the apron off, I dragged his pants down, underwear and all, and took him into my mouth. He moaned as I gulped down his half hard cock and sucked it, so it quickly grew large in my mouth. Patrick took the elastic band out of my ponytail, then let his fingers comb through my hair as I bobbed up and down over his length.

As soon as I tasted the first drop of precum, I got up and pushed him on the bed. Then I quickly took my clothes off and climbed on top of him, licking my way from his balls, over his erection, up his stomach, chest, nipples, all the way up to his neck. I paused for a moment, to take in his familiar scent. It took my mind to another, so I dragged my face away and kissed his lips, softly but sensually.

As he passionately kissed me back, he entered me with two fingers, moving them around inside me until I was wet enough, which, admittedly, didn’t take more than a minute. I moved his dick inside me and began to ride him, making him moan softly underneath me every time I clenched my muscles when I moved back up. I liked hearing him moan, it made me feel sexy.

I rode him faster and faster, my movements guided by his hands on my hips. He held them in place when I moved my head down to kiss him, and he started thrusting upwards. He moaned into my mouth and I could feel he was reaching his climax. As he did, he stopped trusting and I slowly rode out his orgasm until he was fully spent.

I looked at him as he stared at me in bliss. “My wife is the best lay on the planet.” He sighed, smiling.

In reply I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand, then winked at Patrick. “And my husband has three minutes left to get up, get dressed, and serve his sexy wife a nice homecooked meal.”

“Yes ma’am.” He replied and sat up, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. I got up and ran to the bathroom, where I quickly cleaned myself up. Then I put a dress on: a long black one with an open back and a slit up to my thigh. I wasn’t normally one for wearing dresses, but I knew Patrick really liked it if I did. Also, the ambiance he had created, suited me wearing a dress. Look at me being a good wife.

I didn’t have time to apply any make-up, so I put my hair in a pin and got back to the living room, exactly in time to watch Patrick almost drop the chicken when he saw me.

“Jeez Chris, you’re so incredibly beautiful. I sometimes wonder what I did to deserve you.”

“Cook.” I answered with a cheeky smile. Then I sat down at the table and poured us both a glass of wine. We clinked our glasses together and toasted to us. Patrick cut the chicken and added some vegetables and rosemary-garlic potatoes from the same oven dish. Everything was soaked in butter. Not good for my figure, but delicious all the same.

We talked about what Patrick had been up to today, which, except doing groceries and cooking, wasn’t much. Normally he wouldn’t have been so talkative about a day like this, or at all. But it seems he was really trying to avoid discussing my day with David. So when he ran out of food-related stories over desert, I asked him if he wanted to go and see a movie tonight.

It had been a long time since we went out together, and it was high time for a date. Also, watching a movie might take my mind off of everything that happened today. My worries about my friends at the boxing gym finding out about David, my worries about David, David in general…

I was so glad he started wearing scent-blockers. I really didn't need to know how he smelled when working out. Probably way too good... Oh, the way he bites his lip when he concentrates…

“… but it does mean we’ll have to hurry up a bit.” Um, what?

“Yeah sure!” I said, quickly getting up. I started cleaning the table wondering which movie we were about to go see. Or were we going somewhere else? Crap, I had missed the entire conversation I had just been part of.

Bad Chris. I inwardly scolded myself. My inner voice sounded like Aisha.

We left the dishes on the sink, not bothering to wash them, because apparently we were in a hurry to catch the movie we decided to see. I put on some heels, took my coat and met Patrick at the door, where he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“Let’s go on a date, my pretty wife.” Patrick said and offered me his arm. I took it and we walked to the movie theatre. It wasn’t far, since we lived slap-bang in the middle of the city. I smoked a cigarette during our walk, which Patrick vocally disapproved of, but luckily didn’t turn into an argument.

Entering the cinema, I deducted we were going to see a heist movie, since the only movies starting in the upcoming ten minutes were that one and a romantic drama set in Victorian times. Patrick would probably rather die than see that last one, as would I, so it was safe to assume we went with the bank robbers.

Patrick grabbed us beers and snacks at the counter. The snacks were for himself, because no way in hell I’d be able to eat anything tonight, being stuffed as I was. Also, all other food would only get rid of the taste of homemade tiramisu that was still lingering in my mouth.

As we entered the theatre, the lights were already off. They were still showing commercials, so we hadn’t even missed the trailers yet. But navigating the darkness was still a little challenging. Luckily I knew where our seats were.

As I walked through the row to the correct seat number, I suddenly felt my heart speed up. It took me a second to realise I had smelled something. As I found our seats the smell had gotten fainter, but it was still there. I scanned the theatre for the source of the smell, then my heart jumped.

Half turned in his seat, his blue eyes met mine for an instant, then he quickly turned around again to face the screen. I gasped. 

“Forgot something?” Patrick asked me in a hushed voice.

“Um yeah um, did you turn the oven off?” I said, not making any sense.

“Yeah, I did, I’m sure. Don’t worry my love, that was just once.” Patrick replied with a smile as he sat down and opened his beer.

Trailers started, but I kept glancing over at the seat where David was. Did I imagine that? No, I was sure it must be him. Fuck, why is he here? Why is he not wearing his scent-blockers? Who is that girl? Why the fuck am I thinking about this? I’m on a date with my husband!

Patrick put a hand on my leg, snapping me out of my idiotic behaviour. I opened my beer, clinked it against his and then covered his hand with my own. This was our night. Our happy night out and I’m going to enjoy it goddamnit.

My beer was finished not even 20 minutes into the movie. It was a good movie: fast paced and exciting. Which was fortunate, since that meant I had to pay attention to the story, which meant there was less space for David occupying my thoughts. I had even stopped glancing over. Okay well maybe two or three times, but just… Fuck, I don’t know.

My mouth was dry, I ended up taking sips from an empty bottle. Patrick noticed and chuckled.

“It’s exciting huh, you know what, mine’s also finished. I’ll go get us some extra beers real quick.” Patrick got up from his seat and made his way through the row. As he did, I saw David turn around in his seat. Our eyes met and he smiled. It made me feel all giddy like a fucking teenager.

Then the girl turned around, not so subtly may I add. She sat up on the chair in her knees to peer over the backrest and glared at me menacingly. I turned my head away, and stared at the screen. There was an explosion – wait what happened? Shit, I missed something big.

When Patrick came back I was still trying to deduct what had happened, and told him my conclusion. He was clearly annoyed that he missed something, but tried not to show it as he opened the beers and clinked them together. I smiled at him gratefully, hoping he wouldn’t notice my discomfort.

Uch… why did he have to be here, of all places.

When the intermission came, my nerves were killing me. I hadn’t even looked over once, but I could constantly feel David presence. It was distracting me from the movie I desperately tried to follow. Distracting me from my lovely man sitting beside me.

“Exciting huh.” Patrick said when the lights came on. “I think the one with the tattoo is going to double-cross them, don’t you?”

“Hmm. I think you may be right, but I also think that the girl might be an undercover.” I replied. I was keeping myself so focussed on the movie that I had sprouted various theories at this point. Also, I was still internally struggling to keep seated. I didn’t need to go to the bathroom, so if Patrick would stay by my side, I’d just stick to my seat. Better than running into David and that girl in the lobby.

Then again, I really needed a smoke.

So when Patrick got up and took my hand to get us to the lobby, I told him I'd go out for a smoke. Patrick gave me a look of slight disapproval, but let me go outside as he went to get more beers and snacks from the bar.

I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag from it, as I leaned against the wall. My nerves calmed down significantly within 10 seconds. Yeah I know, smoking is bad, but at this moment it felt anything but. As I was finally relaxing, the scent hit me in the face again. I turned and looked straight at him.

“I thought you’d be here.” David said.

“Yeah, bad habit.” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Coincidence meeting you here isn’t it?”

“Yeah it sure is. I hardly ever go to see any movies, but I dragged my sister to this one. I’m really enjoying it so far. Do you think that the girl is an undercover cop too?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I kind of do. Patrick wasn’t so sure though.”

“My sister neither, Gina thinks the tattooed guy is the mole.”

“Nah, he’s just out to backstab the leader as soon as he gets the chance.” I replied, while thinking: ‘sister, huh. That explains a lot’.

“Chris…”

“Yes?”

“Can I get a hug?”

I looked around a little anxiously, then opened my arms reluctantly. It felt like cheating.

But as soon as he wrapped his arms around my back and put his head on my shoulder, I felt everything instantly relax. I breathed in his scent and felt stronger somehow. More grounded. David’s soft purr soothed all my nerves and made me feel completely calm.

When David let go, I was my normal self again. I realised I had let the cigarette burn out in my fingers, but I did not need another one. I was ready to go back inside.

David smiled at me. “I guess today is not the best time to introduce me to Patrick, now is it?”

“Nah, I don’t think so.” I said, but it didn’t feel like a rejection. He didn’t seem to take it as such either as he smiled at me and walked the other way. I saw him meet his sister in the back of the room. She was still glaring at me, but it didn’t matter. Everything was fine now.

I found Patrick still in line, albeit completely at the front. As I joined him, he smiled and remarked that I was just in time to help him carry the drinks. He bought an entire six-pack of beers, cheese crisps and M&M’s. I, for the love of me, couldn’t say how he could eat all that stuff. I told him that, and he shamelessly replied he was stacking calories to help his endurance this evening.

I smirked. “I’m going to hold you to that.” I winked at him, then walked back to the theatre, swaying my ass to tease him. He followed me in, and as we had reclaimed our seats, dropped the bags and kissed me on the cheek.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He breathed into my ear, then kissed my cheek again.

The movie continued and I remained glued to my seat. It was truly exciting, and the restless feeling didn’t return. When it turned out that Pat had been right about the tattooed guy, I kissed him and told him so. Turns out David and I were also right about the girl, which was the only time I glanced over.

Our eyes met again, and we both smiled at eachother, before returning our gazes to the screen. I felt happy. Happy with the movie, happy with my husband, and happy that, since that hug, my entire being felt at ease to enjoy those two things again.

Maybe this was okay after all.