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and unhurried. My legs felt like jelly. My heart pounded wildly and soft moans escaped my mouth. God, he was so perfect. Incredibly hot and amazingly sweet. The best part of all was that he wanted me. I felt myself falling hard and fast for this beautiful man.
     

Chapter Five
    Present .
     
    “Hi, it’s me. I saw something on the news about thunderstorms causing delays, just checking to see that you’ve made it to Houston. Just…um…call me and let me know. Okay…love you. Bye.” I press end on my phone and chew at my thumbnail.
    Alex left this morning for his business trip to Houston and I still haven’t heard from him. It’s now five o'clock, and I’ve called him twice and sent a text.
    I know he’s ignoring me.
    We had a disagreement last night over his announcement or should I say declaration that Olivia would not be able to participate in dance classes until her grades improved.
    Without consulting me.
    There wasn’t anything I could do about it while it was happening since we vowed to not disagree in front of the girls, so I waited until after Olivia and Jordyn were in bed. My heart ached for Liv, who moped about the rest of the evening.
    While I disagreed with his decision to eliminate her activities entirely, I wanted to encourage compromise. I explained to him that he would be in Houston and conveniently miss the tantrum Olivia would throw. Nor experience feelings of guilt over not allowing her to go to a performance the group has been practicing for weeks. The very same event that I typed and printed all of the programs for and purchased a special outfit that Olivia could wear for her solo routine in said performance.
    Oh, that was another thing he had no idea about. Her solo. Why? Because he never looks on the fridge where I keep the activity calendar, where Dance recital /Liv’s solo is clearly noted in hot pink marker.
     
    “All I'm saying is that it would have been nice for you to speak to me first before telling Olivia she couldn’t go to her performance,” I said as I climbed into bed. Alex let out a long tired sigh.
    “School is important, Court. We have to make sure the kids understand that.”
    “I agree, Alex, but I think we could have discussed…”
    “What is there to discuss? Should we just ignore bad grades and offer no consequences?”
    “No, but she has a dance solo coming up and…”
    “I don’t care, Court. Until her grades improve. No. Dance.”
    “You're not being reasonable, Alex. We’ve paid for her to take these classes, for the costumes and I’m a team mom. We can’t just not show up to this performance.”
    “Sounds like you’re more upset about missing this than Olivia.” He turned to me and points his finger at me punctuating each word. “This. Is. Not. About. You! It’s about our daughters taking their education seriously. It is our responsibility as parents to make sure they understand this. If it means eliminating distractions, then that’s what we have to do. So don’t try to make me feel guilty. I’m not the bad guy here. I want her to have fun, I know she enjoys dance, but maybe it will encourage her to focus on her grades.”
    “She’s seven, Alex.” I plead. “One C on her report card is hardly failing. Second grade is tough. Have you seen the stuff they are learning? Oh wait, no you haven’t since I’m the only one that helps with homework.” Sarcasm is dripping from my voice, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to take a low blow. I never claimed to be a fair person especially when I'm angry.
    “Don’t do that. Don’t try to make me feel guilty. You know with my hours, it’s hard for me to get home in time for homework.”
    “Yeah, yeah. So you say.” I don’t even know why I just said that, but it seems fitting.
    “What the hell does that mean?” He counters angrily.
    “Nothing.” I snap.
    Not wanting to spend another second in the same room with him, I grab my pillows from the bed and go downstairs to sleep on the couch.