I work for a company as a civil engineer. My boss hired an assistant for me. He’s as useful as tits on a bullfrog, so I’m having a problem trying to be civil to him. This afternoon at three, I’m having a conversation with my boss about Alfred. She is a smart lady and fair. I have some proof of Alfred’s poor performance and constant mistakes. Three o’clock has arrived, and I’m standing at Mrs. Timbrook’s secretary’s desk....

“Hello again. A lot has been going on in our lives. I thought I would start with the morning I will remember for the rest of my life. “Jack? Jack, my sweet husband,” the little voice whispered in my ear. “Um-hum. What does my little Mommie want?” I’m thinking I’m going out for a Milky Way, ice cream, or dill pickles, who knows? “The coffee is going to be a little late this morning,” she cooed. “Did I forget to pour the wa...

The next morning, I got up before Cynthia. Perfect. I snuck into the hall bathroom and freshened up. I’ll shave later. I pressed the button on the coffee maker and got out a box of breakfast cookies we usually have on Sunday. So what, today is Saturday and a new life. I went into the bedroom to surprise Cynthia. She was sitting up in bed with the cover over her head. Okay, I’m – wait a minute. She hasn’t had time to do he...

I had just put my briefcase on my desk when Nancy entered my office. She said that Mrs. Timbrook wanted another meeting with me at ten-thirty. I told her I’d check my schedule; Nancy laughed as she left my office. She has a great sense of humor, but business is finished when she puts her foot down. Ten-thirty found me standing in front of Nancy’s desk. “You’re seven seconds late. That will be four demerits,” she laughed a...

The rest of the week was quiet but never uneventful with Cynthia. I remembered to call at lunch, once in a while she would ask me to stop at the store, not often. I did get a memo from Mrs. Timbrook. It stated Alfred was doing good in his new position. That made me happy. No mention of my raise, though. Nuts. When I walked in the door, I thought Cynthia had lost it. She approached me, bent her legs to kiss my cheek, and h...

We slept in a little on Saturday. I got up to get the coffee; Cynthia wolf-whistled at me as I walked out of the bedroom. I turned at looked at her. She sat there with an innocent grin on her face. When I came back with the coffee, she had the covers pulled over her head. Okay, what is this? Oh, yes, the makeup thing. “Baby, do you want me to put your coffee in the bathroom so you can fix your makeup?” “No, it’s fine for...

Saturday was a fun day, but tiring, especially for Cynthia. She felt that she had to be on her best behavior at first. Then as she got to know some of the girls and guys she lighted up. I was so proud of her. When we got home, Cynthia carefully hung up her dress. She brushed it off a little and kept looking at it. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. She used her arms to cover mine and squeezed them. “Oh, Ja...

When the alarm clock went off, I growled at it. I rolled back onto my back, and Cynthia was lying on her back and smiling. I looked at her, and she pulled the sheet over her mouth to hide her giggling. So, I started to tickle her. “NO, JACK, NO PLEASE STOP, JACK DON’T I HAVE TO PEE, PLEASE, STOP” She was laughing and trying to get away. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom with her hands between her legs. When sh...

Tuesday morning, I was up before dawn. I couldn’t sleep. I noticed a major problem with the new project just before I left work. If I’m right, we are twelve feet on the adjacent property. That will heat the hotline with the legal beagles. I started to pour our coffee when Cynthia walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, Baby,” she said softly. I almost went through to the fourth floor. “Jack, Baby, what’s wrong? You’re as...

The following morning when I woke up, I looked at Cynthia. She was still sound asleep but had the most peaceful smile on her face. I had a strange feeling that last night may have been the night Cynthia had been hoping for. I opened the bedroom door as quietly as possible and snuck into the kitchen. I hit the brew button on the coffee maker and stood there looking at it. Like I thought it would talk to me. I had never tho...

The long-awaited day of the reunion was finally here. At two on the dot, the six of us invaded the Ole Irishman’s Pub and Grill. The girls were all wrapped around each other laughing and hugging. Since we didn’t exist, Andrew, Tommy, and I introduced ourselves to each other. They thanked me for financing the party but said they would leave a nice tip. It was the least they could do. I didn’t want them to, but they insiste...

Thursday, I went back to work. I walked into my office it was empty. Oops, I had forgotten I had a new address. My new office smelled new. Everything from my old office was where it was supposed to be. I check my messages. Twenty-one! There were so many thank yous and congratulations, I was amazed and humbled. Nancy knocked on my door, “May I come in, sir?” She chuckled. “Sure, welcome to the high-rent district. This is a...

Driving to work the next morning, I was assessing my situation. According to Cynthia, our relationship began around the first of February. October would be eight months. Usually, couples celebrate six months or a year, but eight months is a bit unorthodox. Our relationship has been unorthodox. How do you explain you met your girl by hiring her as your live-in maid? Sounds kinky. I usually stop at the coffee pot on my way...

It was still dark when I woke up Saturday morning. I felt my Sweetheart stirring next to me. I kissed her on her cheek, and she mewed. She touched the side of my face. “Mmmm, good morning, Lover,” Cynthia said. “Don’t tickle me, please. This is urgent.” She slid out of bed and scooted into the bathroom. I heard some movement and water running in the bathroom. A few minutes passed, and Cynthia emerged, hair framing her fac...

I woke up very early Sunday morning for some reason. Cynthia was sleeping soundly next to me, and the apartment was quiet. I didn’t remember having a bad dream; I couldn’t figure it out. I wondered if I was still upset for Cynthia. I tried to sneak out of bed, but she noticed. “Are you coming back to bed, Baby? It seems very early.” Her voice was still dreamy. “I don’t think so, Sweetie. Something woke me up, but I don’t...

Saturday morning, I woke up and tried not to disturb Cynthia. I was excited out of my mind. Do I remember the day I hired Cynthia? No. Will I remember today? For the rest of my life. Yesterday while we were at the dress shop, I got a verification on my phone that everything was ready at Isabella’s for Saturday at seven. I started to slide out of bed to put the coffee on when this little voice from under the covers returne...

After we left Isabella’s, I could have driven through a tornado and Cynthia would not have noticed. All she saw was her ring. She would look at it, hold it to her cheek, and sigh a little. “Baby, did you enjoy your dinner?” Cynthia looked at her ring. The expression on her face gave me so much peace. I pulled into our parking space and got out. I walked over to Cynthia’s side and opened her door. She was holding her hand...

The following morning found me crawling out of bed at ten o’clock. Man, did I sleep in; it felt good. I checked on Cynthia, well on the top of Cynthia’s head. The blanket moved a little. This was getting to be a fun ritual. “Jack?” she yawned. “Are you getting up?” A little more movement. “Yes, I am going to start the coffee. I’ll bring yours in when it’s ready.” “Is it cold up there?” The little voice yawned. “No, not re...

I heard the alarm clock, but I couldn’t find it. My swearing at the invisible bastard made me madder. Suddenly, quiet. I smelled the coffee first. Then I opened my eyes. Cynthia was holding the four-letter word object close to her. It was like she had it in protective custody. “Good morning, Lover,” she whispered. “I have your coffee here when you’re ready.” I’m looking at this beautiful smiling face holding an alarm cloc...

“Jack, will you promise me, not to rub it into Mrs. Jacobs or anybody that you stole the best employee? Jack, promise me?” I just smiled. “Can I tell them how wonderful you are? In every way?” “No. You can tell them that I was a good maid. You’re in your incorrigible mood, aren’t you?” I just smiled. “Okay, my last hope. Behave or no nookie, well, until we get home. No stopping in the park again.” I gave in. I opened the...

Early the next morning, when I woke up, Cynthia wasn’t in bed. I listened for her in the bathroom, but nothing. Then I heard her getting cups from the cupboard. Something is on her mind or she would still be in bed with me. When Cynthia came in with the coffee, she had a concerned expression. She was still in her tee shirt and I could see the wheels turning behind her beautiful eyes. She handed a cup of coffee to me and t...

Things were slowing down at work since the weather was getting colder. The project I have been reviewing is scheduled to begin in February—fat chance of that. At home, the days flew by. Cynthia was getting things ready at the apartment for the little party after the wedding. I told her to order from a catering service. I got that look. Cynthia was making a list of items at the store when her phone went off. She almost jum...

I snuck out of our bed and went to the bathroom to start my morning routine. My goal was to bring my new bride her coffee in bed. When I emerged from the bathroom, Cynthia was not in bed. Damn it. I heard cups being taken from the cupboard and being filled. I started for the kitchen when Cynthia called out, “Please go back to bed, please.” I did as I was asked. “Cynthia came into the bedroom with our coffee, looking drop-...

We got up early the following morning, we wanted to get to Main Street as close to opening time as possible. I made the coffee, and Cynthia got ready. Such a beautiful woman. While she fixed breakfast, I shaved and got ready. We had a quick breakfast and out the door we went. We passed a Church’s Toy Land. They had Christmas decorations for sale. We looked at each other and I pulled into the nearly vacant parking lot. The...

The day was sunny and crisp. Cynthia was buttoned up to her eyes and my coat was zipped to my chin. Main Street looked like a Winter Wonderland. At the end of the street, in the cul d’ sac was Santa’s Village. Memories of my Mom and Dad floated through my mind. After all of these years, I still miss them. I was at my grandparents in a different state when the storm hit. My house and memories, there was nothing but rubble...

I kept myself busy throughout the week. The Christmas party is this Saturday. Every night when I get home, Cynthia has a new little decoration for our first Christmas. It took me two days to get over her last surprise. I walked into the apartment, wondering how I was going to look busy for the next few days. Cynthia met me at the door with her smile, a kiss, and a hug. She was in her sweats and looked comfortable. I asked...

On Christmas Eve morning, Cynthia was buried under the covers. I threw on my robe and bumped up the furnace. The flow of warm air was welcomed. I poured our coffee and headed back to the bedroom. I was curious what the ‘little voice’ was going to ask. “Baby? Are you in there?” “Yes,” came the little voice. “Do you want coffee?” “Yes,” was the response. “You can’t drink it under there. You have to come out.” I was holding...

The next morning, I brought the coffee in for my new little Mother. She was sitting up in bed with her Christmas gown on. Her smile went straight to my heart. Cynthia had a different smile, a different glow to her eyes. I handed her the coffee, and she smiled and said, “Thank you, Daddy.” Daddy. The name sent a thrill through me. I can’t explain it. Daddy. I never thought I would be called “Daddy”. “How is my little Momma...

I woke up the next morning, thankful I didn’t have to go to work. I would have three days of work before New Year’s Eve. Nothing was pressing, so my mind was relaxed in that respect. I rolled over and Cynthia was not in bed. I listened. She was not in the bathroom, and then the aroma of coffee brewing caught my attention. Cynthia came into the bedroom wearing her warm Christmas robe. She sat on the edge of the bed and kis...

I woke up the next morning not wanting to go to work. Cynthia was sleeping peacefully, so I snuck out of bed. I went to the kitchen and woke up the coffee maker. I think it was cursing me from its sounds. There was some frost on the front window. That gave me a chill. I hated that Cynthia had to go out. The beep of the coffee maker eased my spirits. Now for my first cup of courage. I listen for Cynthia. It was all quiet....