Wednesday, 29 August 2007
09:48:26 PM (GMT)
Yea...this is jus somethin i decided to start writing...so enjoy
"Ryan, we really have to talk." I whisper into my husband's ear. Why, you're probably
asking, do I have to whisper? We're sitting at his parents dining room table eating
lunch, that's why. He glances at me, his blue eyes searching my hazel ones. I give
him a pleading look. He turns to his mother.
"Mom, I'm going to go show Kylie the--uh...deck." He excuses us and then walks out
of the dining room, me following close behind. I follow him down what must of been a
mile long hallway and then out onto a deck with a huge pool. There's even freaking
palm trees, probably fake palm trees, but still palm trees spread out around the edge
of it. I stare into the clear water, trying to think of something to say. He walks up
behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, turning me around to face him.
"Sweetheart, what's the matter?" He asks, gazing intently into my eyes. I lower my
gaze to his chest, purposely avoiding his gaze. I snuggle into the fabric of his
t'shirt, inhaling the welcoming aroma of his cologne. It's not very strong, but it
still smells wonderful.
"I'm flattered that you like how I smell and all, darling, but what did you want to
talk about?" He finally asks after a few minutes of silence. I sigh. I still don't
say anything though. He tightens his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I welcome the closeness and sigh once again.
"Um...maybe we should just wait until we get home to talk." I say softly, feeling
slightly uncomfortable discussing this on his parents' deck. He looks at me for a
couple more seconds and then loosens his hold on me. Not all they way, but enough for
me to move back and look up at him again.
"Kylie, is something wrong?" He asks, looking at me in concern. I give him a weak
smile and shake my head.
"No, not really. I just need to tell you something, but it can wait until we get
home. Are you on-call for the rest of the day?" I ask curiously. We had both taken a
couple hours off from work so we could have lunch with his parents. I have to go back
"I have three more patients to see, but I should be home around four-thirty or five.
Are you sure you're alright?" He asks one more time. I smile at his concern.
"Yes, I'm fine. I should be home around five so we can talk then." I answer, leaning
back against his chest again. "But I do have to be back by three so we better get
going." I remind him after catching a glimpse of the time on his watch. He looks a
little unconvinced, but doesn't protest.
"Okay. Let's go then." He puts his arm around my waist and leads me back down the
hall until we reach the dining room again.
"Is everything alright?" His mother asks, concern clearly evident on her flawless
"Yeah mom, everything's fine. We've got to get back to work, but thanks for the
wonderful lunch." He says patiently, bending down to kiss her cheek. Then he stands
back up and walks to the other side of the table and gives his father a hug. His
mother beckons for me to hug her as well and I comply, not wanting to upset her. We
say our goodbyes and a maid shows us out. He drops me off at the clinic twenty
minutes later. I kiss him quicky and then rush into my office from the side door. One
of the secretarys walks in and hands me my first patient's information. Great, puppy
shots. I walk to the waiting room door and call the beagle puppy and her owner back.
After giving the pup her shots, I go back out and call another patient back. After
about an hour of this, I walk behind the front desk and collapse into a chair. Megan,
one of the secretarys, sits down beside me and asks if I'm okay.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. Can Alex take care of the rest of the
patients?" I ask, hoping to be able to go home early, seeing as I can barely stay
"I'm not sure. He should be finished with the one he's with in a couple minutes. You
can ask him." She replies before turning back to the line of people waiting to sign
in. A couple minutes later, Alex, the other vetnarian working at the Hope Clinic,
walks back behind the desk and sits down in the chair on my other side.
"Are you alright?" He asks, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. Can you handle the rest of the patients?" I
ask, checking my watch. The clinic's only open for another hour anyway.
"Yeah, sure. Why don't you go home and rest? You're not looking so good." He offers,
putting a hand on my head to check for a fever.
"Okay, as long as you're sure you don't need me." I answer. His response is pulling
me out of my chair and gently shoving me through the door to my office. I tell him
thank you and then get my purse and go outside. And then, I realize that I don't have
my car here. I sigh and get out my phone. I think for a minute and then call Ryan's
office,thinking he might have gotten finished early.
"Hello, this is Dr. Castor's office. How may I help you?" The young secretary
"Hi, Nicole. This is Kylie. Can you please tell me if my husband's finished with his
patients yet?" I reply.
"Sure thing, Kylie. Hold on for a minute and I'll go see if he's in his office."
"Okay. Thanks Nicole." A couple seconds later she comes back to the phone.
"He's in his office. Do you want me to transfer your call to him, or just give him a
message for you?"
"Just transfer the call please." I answer and then wait patiently for her to transfer
my call to his office.
"Ryan?" I ask when I hear the line click.
"Hi, sweetheart. Is everything alright?" He asks. I don't usually call him at his
"Yeah, everythings fine. I just got done a little early and you dropped me off." I
"Oh, that's right. I'm finished now, so I'll be there in about ten minutes ok?" He
"That's fine. I'll be in the kennels. Bye." I hang up and then walk to the back of
the clinic and unlock the door to the dog kennels.
"Hi, Kyle. What are you doing?" Shandi, one of the dog caretakers, asks as she walks
into the kennels, loaded down with bags of dog food. I hurry over to her and relieve
her of some of the bags. We continue into the supply room where the dishes are kept.
"I just thought I'd come and help out while I'm waiting for Ryan to pick me up." I
explain, filling the bowls she points out full of dog food.
"Thanks. I can always use the help." She says with a grin as she grabs another bag
of dog food and begins filling the second row of dishes. I take two dishes and make
my way down the row of dog kennels until i get to the last two in the row and then I
set one bowl down on the ground while I open the kennel and slip the food in. The
Golden Retriever in the kennel eats the dog food eagerly. I grin and move on to the
next kennel. I continue this routine until a tall, dark haired figure creates a
shadow across the kennel. I quickly say goodbye to Shandi and then walk out to the
truck with him. As soon as we get into the truck, he turns to me.
"So, what was it you wanted to tell me earlier?" He asks curiously. I freeze once
again. How should I tell him?