Saturday s Aren t All That Bad
It was Saturday morning, and the kids were still asleep. I could tell my wife was awake, but wasn’t really ready to acknowledge it. I got up quietly, went to the bathroom, then brushed my teeth and shaved, keeping the noise down so I wouldn’t disturb Gayle. When I returned, Gayle was more or less awake, just staring at the ceiling, but not saying anything. I got back into bed, and snuggled up against her, laying my head on her breast, cupping my hand around her other breast. We lay like that...