Chapter 31. First Night Home
Kaylee woke up the next morning, with stiff and tired muscles. Her thighs burned so bad that it was painful just to move her legs. She threw one leg across the sleeping Tom, making him snuffle when she moved. It was sweet to her ears and she smiled at the sound.
She had all but wore him out, he was weak and out of shape from being in a hospital bed for the previous two weeks and not allowed to move his arm.
Inside he heart she laughed, Kaylee enjoyed being stronger than Tom. She had pushed him down and made him enjoy himself equal to the number scenes of drama in their lives.
Just one thing tickled her mind and she was not sure if it pleased her or not. He kept whispering her name in absent-minded ways, sometimes he used her married name “Kaylee Harte”, as if he enjoyed the flavor of it.
At least it wasn’t some other woman’s name, although warmth on how he said the words caused sparks inside of her.
Pleasure or sadness she could not make up her mind. But if anything, she was not going to stay with Tom and prove Georgia correct that she stayed with him because of his money and fame. If anything, now it was a motivation to her to depart and go back to her old life. No one would insinuate or call her such vile names.
But, for now, she was happy that Tom held her in his heart — at least by name.
Kaylee kissed his chest and he, well he didn’t snore- precisely. But she disturbed him and the snort/snore echoed in the small room. He inspired her, and her inspiration wanted to draw.
Her inspiration? The author of such a children’s series of adventure-picture books with a moral in each story about sharing, hero decisions that even a child could make.
To stand up against authority if danger exists. The right and wrong choices of the fictional leafy sea dragon made were an adventure to children of all ages and sold well to his target audiences.
Then his creative works became movies of steampunk. Kaylee felt that he had a romantic soul in him for that genre, something that would let his pain out and make him smile with his heart as much as his face.
Since she had known him, she had felt that his heart was little more than a bleeding scar from the wounds inflicted by life.
And she put some of bloody scar there.
She remembered she hurt him. He never admitted it. But she hurt his heart and his soul.
Quietly, as she listened to his heart beat, a tear slipped out of her left eye when Kaylee wished she had not signed and sent off the papers.
Even an accident that it was, as a husband Tom showed himself as a higher quality of husband than any she could have dreamed of.
And he helped her to annul the relationship on her request.
So why did she cry?
Slowly, carefully, she disentangled herself from Tom. He mumbled something that sounded like her name, then slipped back into the fuzzy, comfortable arms of sleep.
The cool air of the flying boat made the stiff muscles in her legs ache as she walked the full length of the plane, in his pirate jammy-pants that hung down to her mid-calf and a skull and crossed pistol t-shirt that hung to past her thighs. If someone was in the right position to look into the front wind-screen of the jet, they would have seen her moving through the big jet wearing his clothes.
Although Tom was sleeping well, Kaylee wanted to eat something and softly padded on her bare feet into the galley.
Opening the small refrigerator she felt the chilled air spill over her feet like a flood. This made her grin, she was going to warm them up on Tom when she crawled back in bed.
Her thighs ached in fatigue in the dawn-twilight of the day and instead of bending her legs, she bent over and looked for a carrot or an apple to get a bite of.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her back, with a swat on her (and sticking out, unprotected) backside.
Yipping and standing up suddenly, she hit her head on the handle of the overhead freezer.
‟TOM! You startled me.”
‟You think that was a surprise? You are lucky it was just my hand.” He grinned. ‟Besides, what you have is in my jammies and the skull and crossbones could to not be missed. I probably could bounce a coin off it from across the room.” Tom squeezed her around the waist in a firm hug.
‟Tom. Stop the fantasy, we are at breakfast.” She said, standing with a carton of milk.”
‟Okay, I guess I’ve already had dessert.”
‟You have had enough dessert for three men.” She laughed. ‟For now, I need some fuel for my engine.”
‟Come back to bed. We don’t have much time left.”
‟I’m going to eat, I can make you something. Some exotic art-college food perhaps?” Kaylee looked around. ‟Hm… red wine, chocolate, vanilla beans, vodka— why do you have vodka here? Coffee, pomegranates, how long have these been here? ‟
Kaylee picked one of the red fruits out of a basket slung under one of the cabinets.
‟Banana, apple… I have plenty to work with. Chocolate and red wine to start. Later, I am going to make a pomegranate-chocolate snack later.
‟That’s a lot of chocolate.”
‟I’ll show you things to do with chocolate that will change your mind. You’ll want more.”
‟I already want more.” Tom said, moving papers off the small table in the galley, taking them to his work-station. ‟Are these the papers you signed?”
‟Those are the copies. I sent the originals off. Please, Tom, put those away and let’s enjoy the last of our time as a married couple.” Kaylee said while she set the breakfast table.
‟Did you sign both sets?” Tom said as he was flipping through the annulment forms. ‟You signed this one.”
‟Yes, I signed them both the same way at the same time.
‟Same exact way?”
‟Same exact places, both sets, why?”
Tom coughed, then laughed.
‟You signed these papers in the wrong places.” He nodded as he flipped though the form. ‟Yup. The clerk of the court will reject this filing.”
Tom laughed at Kaylee ‘s jaw-drop moment.
“We are still married.” His crooked smile let her know he enjoyed this.
Kaylee could only facepalm and moan a cuss-word.
“This just became a lot more difficult.”