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As expected, sleep didn't come easy tonight. Your wife Maggie was snoring next to you peacefully, but no matter how much you tossed and turned, Morpheus did not welcome you into his loving embrace.
Neither did she, come to think of it. It had become more and more common in recent years for you two to go weeks without loving each other. It's not about her looks, you think to yourself as you turn in bed to look at her sleeping beauty. While she was starting to show wrinkles between the eyes (a sign of a life full of worries, you think) and her hair was noticeably less dark than before, she still looked gorgeous, in an elegant lady sort of way. Her features were thin and refined, and she had a body to match: wide hips, long legs and breasts that filled her nightgown quite snugly, showing only the sligthest hints of sagging. Were you to meet her for the first time, you could see yourself falling for her charms.
But this wasn't the first time. You had been married for nearly two decades now, ever since she had told you she was pregnant with your daugther. You can't help but sigh out loud, knowing your wife could sleep through anything. You were young, stupid and madly in love. You had mustered all the courage a 20 year-old could have and asked her out to some party you don't even remember. But it didnt matter back then, nothing did except her saying yes. You forget all the rejections, all the nos you get. But that first yes, when a woman says she'll be happy to spend a night with you : that is unforgettable.
You had been together for 2 years when she told you the big news : she was pregnant. She was hesitant about the whole thing, afraid of the responsibility and the cost of raising a child. But you were adamant about keeping it, arguing no career should come at the expense of a family and that your love would pull you through this.
And it did, for a time. The early childhood of your daugther Violet had been fairly difficult, full of endless days and sleepless nights. Even back then you were an insomniac however, so waking up every two hours was easier on you than your wife. Come to think of it, when it came to your child, everything was easier for you. You were a writer, so you spent all day at home while your wife pursued a career as a lawyer. As such, she had been mostly absent from her daugther's life, while you were there for all the important parts. When she had first walked, you had a ringside seat while your wife could only watch the recording. When she had first learnt to write her name, she beamed with joy as she told you. She had waited as long as she could to ler her mom know, but she was well asleep by the time Maggie came home from a long day at work. When her volley-ball team had made it to the regional finals, she had pestered her mom so vehemently to get her to come watch the game. Your wife had finally caved in and promised to be here, but when the fateful day had come, she couldn't make it. Her lawfirm dealt in Mergers & Acquisitions, in which one deal could take years to conclude and a failure to conclude a mandate could mean the death of their organization. One of their clients had gotten cold feet and she was forced to go back to work, but there was no way a twelve year old girl could understand that.
You still remember her expression as you hugged her sobbing body after her team's defeat. You had tried your best to console her, but nothing could be done. At least she didn't see me lose, she had said with a sad smile as her eyes dripped with tears. It was then and there, you reflect, that the chasm between the two women of your life became insurmountable.
After hearing the story, your wife had tried to make more room for her family in her life, but it was too late. Your daugther would only come to you now when she was worried, while her mother was now simply a woman who shared her house. Even worse, she had started to call her mother 'Margaret' in front of you both, much to your wife's ire. She would show overt signs of affection for you, huggin you and kissing you on the cheek at breakfast, while barely deigning to adress her mother. You had tried to play mediator between them, to no avail. Even worse, this situation had driven a wedge between you and her and even though she was graceful enough not to say it directly, you could see it in her eyes : she blamed you for it. And that resentment slowly drove you two apart. You still talked to eachother, you still had affection for one another and you did occasionally sleep together, but as the years went by you felt that bond between you grow weaker and weaker still. You didn't know when and how, but you were certain : it would break.
_No, it already has, _you think to yourself. Then why were you both still maintaining this charade? Was it routine? Inertia? The fear of the unknown? As you lay there looking at the stars through the roof-window of your bedroom, you can't help but wonder where your life had gone. You are so lost to your midnight musings that you don't notice the door to your house being opened. You do however hear the muffled scream that follows shortly after.
Shit!
You are snapped back to reality immediately. You definitely heard a swear coming from your living-room below. Your eyes dart to your alarm clock. _4 am. It has to be Vi. _Your remain silent, waiting for an indication that everything is okay downstairs. You can hear something, but it doesn't sound like the regular noise of a drunk nineteen-year old stumbling their way to their bedroom. Listening intently, you realize the nature of the sound : sobs. Your baby girl (at least you hope it's her) is crying.
Your fatherly instincts kick in, and you get up to rush to her rescue.
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