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My Husband Works Nights

My Husband Works Nights

My hair would tug while the comb finished reaching the tips of my hair while I finished up brushing it for the night. I put the brush down and leaned out the bathroom to the living room where my husband was drinking some coffee before he would head off to work. “Have a great night honey,’ I said to him while walking over to the recliner across from him.

His eyes lifted up from the video he was watching on his computer and pulled one of the headphones off his ear and smiled. “What did you say honey,” he said half aware I had even talked to him. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “I said have a great night”, I repeated. He smiled his soft smile and nodded, “I am sure it will be easy, not much happens at night usually.” I looked at the slight tired look in his eyes and wished he would find a day job some time.

My husband was use to the night life after several months at his new job. It was not stressfully job and he truly did enjoy the work. It was my own selfish wish for him to be on a normal day job so that we could spend more time together. As he gulped down the last of his coffee I watched him take the Bluetooth headphones off and set them onto the coffee table and plug them back into the laptop.

As my husband stood up and headed into the kitchen I heard him stack the cup on the counter with all the other dishes. I cringed at how cheap he is with money and has held off buying a dishwasher for our duplex. It may be expensive to buy and install but would be worth it, instead of him having to hear me nag at him to wash the dishes when it was his turn. He leaned around the edge of the wall and smiled, “I know, I know, I will get them when I get home tomorrow morning.” I felt my eyes roll again and smiled. “Sure, you will”, giving him my most whinny wife voice I could.

The red lunch box he always packed was in hand as he walked up to me in my recliner and kissed me on the forehead. “Love ya,” was all he said as he walked down stairs to the back door and out to the car. I let out a long yawn before shutting off the T.V. and walked to the bedroom. I looked down at my body and signed.

My body was not the most in shape…er…I was fat. I reached up and lifted my small boobs, barely Bs, and let them drop from underneath my night shirt. I gave another yawn as I moved to the edge of the bed and set down. I pulled up my cell phone and checked facebook one more time. I turned to my alarm clock, clicking the button up to “On”. With my head on the pillow it did not take long to drift off.

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The feeling of a large hand clasping over my mouth woke me from my sleep like a bomb going off. The rush of adrenaline forced my brain into a sudden shriek of panic and fear that only those about to die in a car wreck might feel. That sudden feeling was followed by a soft “Shhhhh”, that came from a deep throated voice.

My hands reached up to grasp at the hand and try to push it away. The muscle that surrounded the forearm was ...