Page 2 of The Champion
After my break down, we made our way to town formaterials and maybe even some drugs for my husband. I wasn’t sure there was anyother way to control him if we had both our families together.
“What the fuck is that?”
“It’s a...actually...I have no clue. Let’s go find the plates.”I began walking away from the kitchen gadgets and over to the dishes.
Jameson threw his arm around my shoulder.
“Yes. Let’s find these dishes you speak of and get thehell out of here. I hate shopping.”
We were shopping like a normal husband and wife and itwas nice. Aside from his attitude and the occasional second glance at Jameson,most everyone was leaving us alone.
Having just won the series championship in his rookieseason, there was no shortage of recognition anywhere we went.
“Plates...yes,”Jameson smiled. “...hey look...beds. How clever with the name and all,”
“Get off that, it’s for show only.” I started to lookaround the store to see who was watching.
“No they’re not. Why else would they put them out herebut for testing?” His eyebrows waggled.
“I don’t think so sport, get up.” He only sprawled outfurther. “They’re for show only.”
“Come over here.” His voice was dripping with sex, sexthat I desperately wanted. These last few days I had turned him down justbecause I was so uncomfortable.
“No, I’m not getting into trouble.”
Even though the thought of a quick qualifying lap on thatbed, in public, was incredibly enticing, I did not want to go to jail andbecome someone’s bitch. First-of-all, I didn’t need any more tattoos andsecond, I wouldn’t look good with a buzz cut.
“Wife...Ithink given the terms in which we are here...youshould be nicer to me.” He hedged reaching for me.
“Husband,” I yanked him up by his shirt. “We’rehere for dishes.”
We didn’t get up and eventually started making out on theshow bed.
“Excuse me,” a timid voice whispered beside us. “I’mgoing to have to ask you to get off the bed. It’s for display only.”
I looked over my shoulder to see a tiny red haired girlsmiling down at us, her innocence radiating in her flushed appearance.
“See...I toldyou.” I muttered.
Jameson gave the young girl a lopsided grin, trying toearn her forgiveness with his looks. I slapped him on the side of the head.
“Let’s go champ.”
He groaned but followed.
Eventually we settled on some new dishes and cookware. Itcame in handy to share a brain at times—it meant that we agreed on almosteverything that went into our house. I say almost because Jameson refused tolet me paint the baby’s room a soft blue. He seemed to think he neededsomething a little more manly. We settled on a tan color.
“Now...I need togo to the grocery store.”
“I don’t think so.” He told me putting the bags in theExpedition. “I hate grocery stores. Too many people in them.”
“Fine,” I smiled. “I can go by myself.”
“I don’t hate it that much. “
Whew, I’m getting good at this!
Since the incident with Darrin, if Van wasn’t with me,Jameson refused to let me go anywhere by myself and knowing his feelings towardthe accident, I couldn’t blame him.
