I know I’ve lost you, but I promise it’s only temporary. I’m going to win you back. I’ll do everything I can, I’m going to be the perfect husband and partner.
I’ll prove it to you.
Dinner tomorrow? Seven?
I love you
-Cal
Pulling out my phone I see a text from him as well.
Hubs:> I love you. What do ya say?
I scoff at his text. Like flowers and an invitation to dinner is going to fix everything.
Me:> Not ready for dinner yet. Try again.
Hubs:You didn’t call me.
Me:You don’t usually answer.
Hubs:I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve been distracted lately.
Me:You don’t tell me what’s going on anymore.
Hubs:I want to.
Me:Yeah, now. I need more, Cal.
Hubs:Henry’s cancer is back. It’s terminal. I didn’t want to upset you and we didn’t know until tonight that it’s terminal. He and Gretta just came by.
Shit. That’s bad. Gretta can’t run the ranch by herself, and her grandson, Drew Sanders, is playing for the NHL in Houston.
Me:What is going to happen to the ranch?
Hubs:Don’t know. One would think Sanders, but he just signed that multi-year contract with Houston Havoc. So I don’t know if he’d come back to stay.
Me:I’m sorry. That’s going to be hard.
Hubs:I’d love to tell you about it tomorrow. At dinner.
Me:Cal. I’m sorry about Henry and I’ll stop by to see them tomorrow, but what I said stands. I need more from you.
Hubs:Okay. More.
“Damn. Someone is sorry.” Dakota whistles at the bouquet that’s sitting in front of me.
“Guess so. Too bad it’s too little, too late.” I hoist up the large bouquet carrying it off to the office.
Dropping the bouquet on my desk, I stand back looking at it. Full of mixed emotions. Taking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly.
Maybe I was a little harsh with Cal.
Me:The flowers are gorgeous. Thank you.
Hubs:You’re welcome. I needed to find a bouquet as beautiful as you.
This was a bad idea. The tears well in my eyes again.
