Me: Hey, Nut. Is it normal for Karessa so be quiet all day?
Esme: Don’t call me names and expect help, sir. ??
Me: Don’t send me a list of demands and be unhelpful, ma’am. Or should I burn it?
Me: Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
Esme: Don’t be so rash, brother! ??
Esme: No. It’s not normal for her to be antisocial.
Me: What about going hours without eating?
Esme: ??????
Esme: Is she sick or on her period?
Me: Nope.
Esme: Crying?
I switch from my messages and go to the security app and look at the room camera. Karessa is lying on her side in pajamas. Her hair is in a scarf and she’s staring at her phone.
Me: No. Staring at her phone.
Esme: Feed her one of her favorite meals like pepperoni and pineapple pizza.
Me: Ew. Next.
Esme: She’s not super upset so you don’t need worst case scenario food. You still have wedding cake, right?
Me: Yeah it was here when we got back.
Esme: Good. You’re going to need it. I sent you a link. Order the creamy pesto pasta with fried calamari, extra Italian bread, and she likes their butter. Try the lobster ravioli if you haven’t. It’s amazing.
Me: Thank you. Enjoy your stay at the hotel penthouse. There’ll be a trinket for you.
Esme: Yesssss!
I’d rolled my eyes when Esme offered to sell me info on Karessa but it just may come in handy. I order the food for pick up since it’s not far from here. Delivery would take too long.
Me: I’m going downstairs. I’ll be right back.
Dat Azz: K
I stare at the phone for a beat, I don’t think she’s ever sent me a one letter answer before. Popping out, I pick up our order and am back in the penthouse within fifteen minutes. Honestly, I don’t mind being at home. It’s been a long week and the wife and I need to figure each other out. The last thing I want is to fulfil her biggest fear and contribute to us having a fucked-up marriage.
I’d ordered two of her favorite meals and an order of the lobster ravioli because both sound good as fuck. I plate one of the pesto’s and leave everything else in the bag. I reach in the refrigerator and grab two bottles of water and put them in the take-out bag as well. Then, I pull out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
Karessa seems uninterested in my presence when I enter the room but I can tell the moment she realizes I have food because she sits up with a partial smile. Placing everything in the middle of the bed, I go to my closet and swap my street clothes for pajamas. She’s eyeing the plate of food when I return with a quilt. I move the food, spread the quilt, then put the food back on the bed. I sit and begin removing everything from the bag.
“What are you doing,” she asks softly. I look at her for a while, smirking because I just realized I missed her voice.
“Most people want breakfast in bed. I say fuck them let’s do dinner. Come to me, wife. Do you want it on a plate, or…”
I don’t get to finish because she grabs the plate and starts eating. Her eyes roll back on the first bite like I’m fucking her and I don’t realize I haven’t started eating until she puts the plate down to spread the creamy butter on her bread. That bite produces another moan.
“This is one of my favorite meals.” The excitement in her voice almost makes me want to give Esme a raise, almost.
