A couple of times

A couple of times there was some angry shouting from the bedroom, but most of the talk was in hushed whispers. Under ordinary circumstances I might have been interested in eavesdropping, but I was so drained, I really couldn’t work up the enthusiasm. Besides, I knew what they were talking about: me.

And they talked for a looooong time.

After about ten minutes, I gave in and opened the wine. Like the classy lady I am, I swigged it right out of the bottle.

Twenty minutes later I was finished with the wine and had a nice buzz going – probably due to my exhaustion as much as the alcohol – when they finally walked out.

The stood in front of me, and this time it was me who waited anxiously.

“Well?” I finally asked.

“…okay,” Derek said.

My eyes almost bugged out of my head.

“What?!”

“I said okay.”

“I know what you said, but – ” I turned to Ryan. “You’re okay with this?”

He looked unhappy. “I wouldn’t call it ‘okay,’ but… I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you.”

“Same goes for me,” Derek agreed.