New Beginnings by Cortney Joseph

“I love you.”

The cool air of the ceiling fan blew over them as June lay with her head and hand atop Montgomery’s chest. He smoked a cigarette, careful to blow the smoke away from her face as she reveled in the natural high his love gave. Their afternoon had been filled with intense passion, he clung to her as if it would be his last chance to have his way.

June lay silently for a moment longer, taking in the words of the song that echoed from the old Victrola resting across the bedroom they occupied.

Take the ribbon from your hair. Shake it loose and let it fall. Lay it soft against my skin. Like the shadows on the wall. Come and lay down by my side, till the early morning light. All I’m takin’ is your time. Help me make it through the night.

“Did you hear me, June? I love you, with everything I have in me.” Of that she had no doubt.

“I love you too, Monty. More than life itself.”

And he needed no extra assurance. That thought and sentiment was all he needed to carry on with the next phase of his life. “Something happened that afternoon, after I saw you in that shop.”

“What’s that?”

“Seeing the both of you in the same place. Having what I have and what I want staring me in my face, both unaware of the other. Really making myself think about what’s important to me and what won’t matter years from now when I’m looking back on my life.” Taking another drag of his cigarette, Montgomery paused for a moment before blowing the smoke away from her face. “I asked her for the divorce.”

“You have before. And I’m sure that she talked you out of it again, in bed probably.”

Montgomery shook his head, asking her to sit up a moment so that he could put his cigarette out. It only took a second, and as he laid back, he pulled June into his arms. “Not this time. She and I haven’t shared a bed in months, and I didn’t bother to argue back with her, didn’t try to find a reason to make it work for the sake of image and all that other shit. Moved out of the house.”

June sat up quickly, shock written all over her face. “Where have you been staying? You only come here when I do.” Here was a small penthouse apartment Montgomery rented under the guise of ‘business’ trips that required him spending nights outside of Merrilville. His wife never cared enough to check behind or follow him to assure he was telling the truth. It’d become the space he shared with June for their rendezvous and private time.

Being that their trysts usually only happened on weekends, and had grown to be few and far in between in recent months, he kept the decor to a bare minimum, filling the space with only what he felt was necessary. 

“I’ve had trips after our little one, so hotels have been my home. But I’ll be moving my things in here soon. At first, I don’t think I was ready for the fight and problems that are going to ensue. I’m ready now. It’s gonna be nasty, and people I care about are going to think the worst of me, but I know it’ll be worth it in the end.”

“And how do you know?”

Closing his eyes, Montgomery spoke what he felt. “Because, I’ll have you in my corner. And you’ll have me. I’ll be yours, you’ll be mine, and we’ll spend the rest of our lives loving one another the way we deserved to be loved.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“And if I’m lucky, if I’m blessed enough; we’ll share and build a wonderful life and home. We’ll travel a bit, see the world like we always talk about. I know that I can’t wait to show you off, to pull you into my world fully, and share in yours. And in a few short years, fill our dream home with lots of happy memories and babies. Of course, I want a son. But I think I’d be blessed if I were given a daughter or two as beautiful as you.”

“I always thought you didn’t want children.” She’d settled with herself to be fine if that were his decision.

“Not with the wrong woman.” Montgomery opened his eyes, looking in June’s direction. Her smile sent his heart racing. “I want every fulfilling moment life has to offer with you, things that I’ll share with you and only you. That is, if I’m not too late.”

“So long as this moment came, Monty, it would have never been too late.” With ease, she sunk into his arms, loving the way his touch sent a surge of excitement through her body. “Make me yours.”

Published by mypenwritesnice

Creative Soul. Artist. Perfectionist. Virgo.

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